Micro/ Flash Fiction theme: “Pixel Dust”
This city is full of fake cybernetic people, like the liar I’m making out with. The sexy cyborg probably thought I was an easy mark. Too bad for her, the moment our mouths met, my malicious code was injected into her system. This is payback for every victim she infected with Pixel Dust. The virus that paralyzes its host for black market organ harvesters.
The trafficker lay frozen, yet fully conscious. Luckily, for her, I’m a cop. I contemplate killing her, but I promised my sister that in a city full of bad men, I would be a good one.