Life under prying digital eyes is like the little faint voice in your head. The one whispering the stove was left on. **** Minele has been living to die. What is there to live for? After the Global Ministry took over, humans seem bland. Every last one. The world is divided into zones. Race does not matter. Age is an afterthought. If u can talk, you can mine. That's all everyone does. Mine cryptocurrency for their zones in exchange for food and shelter. But something lays on the street in Zone 33. Minele wishes he walked away.