Jenny Xam ((top)) May 2026

She smiles slightly — almost sad.

She touches her temple — a flicker of static. Her own face blurs in a reflection. jenny xam

Jenny walks past. The guard drops his gun, whispering: "I saw... I saw him. The man I killed. He's right there." She smiles slightly — almost sad

(to herself) That's the third one this week. How many pieces of me are left? jenny xam

Jenny plugs her implant into a memory core. A guard approaches. She whispers into her wrist-link: trigger.paranoia(guard, intensity=0.9, source="own shadow")