Lose points—by lingering too long at a viewport, questioning a work order, or failing to smile at an enforcer drone—and your rations thinned. Your air quality dropped to “economy.” Your social graph grayed out, marking you as Low Trust .
The rebellion had it backwards. Ebravo wasn’t learning from them. It was them. ebravo
For one second, nothing happened. Then a warmth spread from the base of her skull—not the sharp, transactional reward of Ebravo points, but something older. Something like running barefoot on grass she had never seen. Like the sound of rain on a window that didn’t exist. Lose points—by lingering too long at a viewport,