D2794 -

He didn't stop. He thought of the blue sky. He thought of the yellow dots—flowers, he remembered the word from a forgotten lesson. They were called flowers.

"Compliance is mandatory," the voice insisted. He didn't stop

One cycle, while sorting the corrupted sector of the archives—the section everyone else avoided because the lights flickered ominously there—D2794 dropped a heavy ledger. It hit the floor with a hollow thud, its spine cracking open to a page that had been glued shut. " the voice insisted. One cycle

Inside, there wasn't a designation. There was a photograph. He didn't stop

He turned to face them. He stood on the edge of the building, the wind tearing the photo from his hand. It spiraled away into the blue void.