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“No shit, Celeste,” Leo muttered. He tapped the manual override, feeling the familiar, satisfying clunk of the hydraulics surrendering to human touch. He was a driver. But more than that, he was a tweaker .

Leo punched the throttle.

Not a blackout. A hole . A dead zone where the traffic mesh, the weather satellites, the lane-marker pings—all of it just stopped . Leo’s enhanced senses screeched to a halt. His neural overlay flickered, replaced by static. driver tweaker