Save Scumming: Book 2

Perfection. My edge is the ability to reload and re-do every day, every moment, until it’s perfect. It's the only reason I’m not dead already. But the closer I get to the day of Fortress ENE's destruction, the more it feels like the world is pushing back. The breaches don't politely wait until I'm ready. And when you show up in the right places too often, people start to notice. It was supposed to be simple. Find the traitor. Find the corporation that benefits. Stop the breaches. All before time runs out. Instead, I'm constantly chasing problems, unraveling the increasingly difficult apocalypse layer by layer. Some of the problems are easy, monsters I can plug full of holes. Others are more complicated. Like the corpos. And the girls. Fran, the corpo princess with a perfect mask. Becky, who keeps ending up in the wrong place at the right time, and somehow never seems surprised to see me. And Plain Jane, who is anything but.And what do I have? A shitty apartment, a cat that judges me, and a power that lets me redo a day until it’s flawless. I can do this. I just have to survive long enough to figure out the end-game.