The Botnet, the Glitch, and the Payload

Open mouths, empty heads, big bytes. Darby Skelm wakes up in a bathtub full of eels with a debt he didn't sign and a skull full of someone else's memories. The drones outside aren't asking questions. They're collecting. He runs. Steals a zeppelin. Picks up a crew no sane person would trust - a stim-junkie hacker, a vat-grown squid, a monk who quit believing in everything, and an AI that fell off the back of a black market truck. Somewhere in the digital rot underneath Iowa, there's a piece of code that could crack the corporate spine of reality itself. SKELM CORPS doesn't want it found. Darby doesn't care what they want. The signal's already broadcasting. The only question is who's still standing when the static clears.