The Ether was not a safe place. Massive, invisible towers owned by the "Data Barons" loomed over every street, their sensors buzzing as they tried to map every citizen's thoughts, purchases, and conversations. To the Barons, a person was merely a collection of data points to be sold.
As she deactivated the cloak, she looked up at the towering sensors of the Barons. They were still searching, still hungry for data. But Elara smiled. She knew that as long as she held the key, her story remained hers alone to tell. //www.privateinternetaccess.com
Underneath the cloak, Elara walked through a secure, private tunnel that PIA had carved through the bedrock of the Ether. It was a fast, unobstructed path where the Barons’ tolls and trackers couldn't reach. She reached the Southern Server, delivered her message, and slipped back into the bustling crowds of the Ether, her identity as untraceable as a whisper in a gale. The Ether was not a safe place