Only a special few entered the program, singled out for their intelligence, their dexterity, and their brilliance. Under bright, sterile lights, tiny wires were tapestried into their skin. Filaments threaded through their cortexes. And a glowing orange light embedded into the window of their being. Feelings were sacrificed and emotions set aside, but their abilities flourished a thousandfold. Their hands moved faster. Their brains processed quicker. Technology and flesh worked together in a beautiful, efficient, and exhilarating dance.

But sometimes the dance faltered.

And the embers of a forgotten conscience ignited once more.

From The Chronicles of the Vangarde, Volume 2, Chapter 18