The room seemed to shrink as the weight of the information settled on Sam’s shoulders. She could upload the data to the public, exposing the city’s corruption and risking a massive crackdown. Or she could keep it secret, using it to protect the people she cared about.
Her hands trembled as she clicked “Download.” The progress bar filled, and the familiar opening theme—low, gritty synths over a throbbing bass—filled the room. As the first scene unfolded, Sam’s heart pounded.
Sam stared at the screen, the image of Milo turning a corner, disappearing into the night. She thought of the countless viewers who had trusted The Pitt to reveal truth through fiction. She thought of the city’s victims, the ones who never got a voice.