For months, the plan had just been a whisper in the back of his mind, a daydream to get him through the sterile, monitored hours of his shift at the processing plant. They called it the Great Realignment, but Charlie called it what it was: a cage. Every move logged, every credit monitored, every citizen a node in a vast, unfeeling network.
He hadn't told anyone. There was no one left to tell. His sister had moved to the coast years ago, swallowed by the same system he was running from. His friends were too tired or too scared to look up from their screens. Across the Line: The Exodus of Charlie Wright (...
Charlie stepped out of the truck, the gravel crunching under his worn leather boots. The sound seemed dangerously loud in the vast emptiness. He walked to the edge of the fence, where a section had been pulled back by someone who had chased the same horizon long before him. He reached out and touched the cold, jagged metal. For months, the plan had just been a