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Ronan exhales softly behind me. “You’re pushing it global.”
“Yes.”
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Every transaction.
Every hidden order.
Every life he reduced to a variable—
now exposed as exactly what it was.
Choice.
Intent.
Ownership.
“You don’t get to hide behind systems,” I say softly.
I route the feeds outward.
Government channels.
Intelligence networks.
Media endpoints.
Everywhere that matters.
Everywhere that counts.
“You don’t get to call it design.”
More data floods through.
Timestamped.
Verified.
Permanent.
“You don’t get to pretend this wasn’t you.”
I pause.
Just long enough for it to land.
For him to see the full shape of what he’s lost.
Control.
Anonymity.
Distance.
