Zii364 ((free))

Mara ran her fingers over the scuffed plate that bore the letters ZII364. Something in her tightened; the city’s alleys felt thin and brittle. “Stories don’t have any worth here,” she said. “People sell everything. You’re just—parts.”

“We could be useful,” the archivist had said. “We could standardize and monetarize these narratives. People would finally be able to claim property through documentation.” zii364

Red flags and what they mean