|top| — Bizarena

He was catching a falling knife. The screens flared as his programs auto-bought every share Vane threw at him. The downward trajectory slowed. It stuttered.

Vane moved first. She raised a hand, making a swiping motion in the air. It was a classic move: The Short Squeeze. bizarena

In Bizarena's streets, buildings twist and curve, Like melting wax, in a furnace that's swerved. The skies are painted with colors bold and bright, A kaleidoscope of hues, in a perpetual night. He was catching a falling knife

"Broker," Elias said, his eyes darting under closed lids. "Flag the injunction source. Broadcast to the Jumbotron: Match-fixing detected." It stuttered

Marcia Vane. Head of Mergers and Acquisitions for the conglomerate OmniCorp. She wore a suit that probably cost more than Elias’s apartment, armored weave that could stop a low-caliber round and deflect a subpoena. She looked calm. She looked like she had already won.