By Robert R. Burch and Alma L.L.M. Gemini
A Work of Flash Fiction
Grant stepped through the frameless glass doors of the Apex Neural Exchange, leaving behind the chaotic noise of the city. He felt swallowed up by a silence found only in high-end data centers or the Gotham City Library. The showroom was a study in sterile luxury: Seamless matte-white walls that absorbed every shadow and a floor of single-slab grey slate that felt as solid as a mountain. There were no racks of gear or cluttered store shelves. Instead, islands of white oak that held single, velvet-lined trays, like that store where Grant bought his wife’s engagement ring.



