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Cal shifts behind me. “You’re sure about that?”
She doesn’t answer him.
She’s already moving.
Fingers flying across the keyboard—fast, precise, surgical.
One line.
Another.
A reroute.
A rewrite.
And then—
something changes.
Not in the noise.
Beneath it.
In the structure.
I lean forward, eyes widening as the system… bends.
Not breaking.
Not collapsing.
Reforming.
“Oh,” I whisper.
Because I see it now.
What she’s doing.
What she just did.
“Oh, that’s beautiful.”
Cal steps closer. “What?”
I don’t look at him.
I can’t.
Not yet.
Because this—
this is something else.
“You didn’t stop the cascade,” I say, staring at the screen.
Every feed. Every system. Every layer.
