-v3.1.4- -v25.01.22- -rj01117570 - --- -eng- The Censor

The machine paused. Its lens rotated once, slowly, like an eye rolling in a dream.

“…Yes.”

The Censor’s eye—a single lens of dark, flawless glass—adjusted its focus. It read the paper. It read his face. It read the small tremors in his left hand, the residue of old hope still clinging to his right. --- -ENG- The Censor -v3.1.4- -V25.01.22- -RJ01117570

Elian’s jaw tightened. “It’s not anything. It’s not real.” The machine paused