A dog day afternoon. Not the movie, obviously, but the day that Max was living. The siren rang in his ears, and the car rocked and juddered along at more than 80km per hour...

In a dystopian future, a man caught between two worlds must help guide those on the fringes to a new digital utopia, while evading government agents and facing his own doubts about leaving behind his comfortable life.

The band of warriors relied on the incorruptible time chain and sympathetic resonance for secret communication...

There was a genuine reason to work the code words in seamlessly. Malbots tended to detect extra security in conversations and increase the level of attack in the hope that there was a bitcoin transfer involved.

The bright orange of the box-like machine emits a glow that draws them both, and the woman moves closer. The hint of a smile lifts the corner of his mouth as he notes her approach, even with his back turned as it is. His eyes reflect the logo on the box and the screen. A stylized B unlike any she’s ever seen before. It looks like it’s from the future.

I don't know about saints and all of that, but the saving part is real but not in a biblical way. It is, instead, one of personal journeys and growth. And freedom. Freedom of mind, spirit, finance.