"The ping of the oven cut like a shard of glass through brain tissue, tearing apart the cloth of melancholia that she wore like a hood." The year is 2057. In one month humanity will have passed the Algorithm Singularity - a point of no return by when the automated systems that run the Earth will have cast a net too vast ever to be free of. As the singularity approaches, Omicore becomes the first private company to build a server...