ZERO ACCESS (Chapter 15)

Tomorrow Hotline.
Re-routing request.
No record. No ring.

I wash my hands in screenlight blue,
Press “send” on nothing, just to move,
A quiet ping, a missing stamp,
A door that won’t appear on maps.
The city keeps its steady face,
But under it the routes misplace,
And every lane I used to know
Turns politely into “no.”

So I stop asking to be let in,
I become the call again,
I breathe the tone, I shift the queue,
I slide where normal signals lose.

Zero access
Let me in where the silence lives
Zero access
Where the system never forgives
Hold my name in a blank address,
Turn my pulse into a request
Zero access
I’m crossing over this

Please remain.
Please re, main.
Choose.

My badge won’t scan, my voice won’t tag,
The interface turns into fog,
No incident found on every wall,
While real sirens climb and fall.
I hear my own reply ahead,
A version of me that never bled,
It answers clean, it answers fast,
Like I’m the error from the past.

I don’t fight it on the screen,
I step between the in-between,
I let the waiting music fade,
And walk the gap it’s trying to save.

Zero access
Let me in where the silence lives
Zero access
Where the system never forgives
Hold my name in a blank address,
Turn my pulse into a request
Zero access
I’m crossing over this

If I disappear,
don’t panic.
If I go quiet,
I’m listening.
Mm. keep me. keep me.

Zero access
I won’t ring, I won’t show
Zero access
I’ll go where lost calls go
Static hymn in the radio dust,
I’m not asking, this is trust
Zero access
Now answer. hush

Hello?