After Grid

There's cruelty behind his eyes. he's a peevish little man and I can't stand that. I won't have it. I won't tolerate it. It's a prominent shadow Sophie and I'm surprised at you that you can't see it. Aire's voice seemed like it was very much coming from inside of a box as Sophie turned the phone to face the ground, She had her trapped inside a conference call and the app itself wasn't the best. Sophie turned the phone back upright just in time to hear Aire say "Smug Little Bastard" He talks like he has a fucking fan base like you're a groupie like you're one of his fucking groupies Soph Sophie watched the people boarding the T through the train window then focussed a bit back on her own reflection. Her vision blurred into the blue light coming from her phone, "I need him Aire".  'yea, well the whole fucking world does, I think, if you listen to him_ he's pretty much the best thing since sliced brea...

  The Silhouette became an animated grey shadow from out of nothing as if a projector had turned on and was animating a form made of dust. The face looked startled, then focused on Sophie as it spoke "I don't have much time" Sophie sprang backwards out of her chair and hit the floor running on all fours, her arms knitting the floor behind her like a crab until she bumped into a row of folding metal chairs. The lit form of particles spoke again, this time more resolute in its speech and less pixelated. It turned and looked directly at Sophie now huddled in a corner behind a heap of chairs and continued "I have managed to create enough of a surge to get this message out, my packet will be lost completely if I use full emulation so this is a low format transmission."  Sophie steadied herself by holding the leg and seat of the metal chair as she managed her own leg out from under herself, then plopped back down as the apparition continued. "You have a chance to...