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Then another.
Freight rail delays.
Wyoming.
Then another.
Cell tower overload warnings.
Colorado.
My chest tightens.
“These aren’t isolated.”
They’re connected.
Exactly like the Architect predicted.
I scroll further down the activation panel.
And find something much worse.
A timer.
Large.
Centered.
Counting down.
12:00:00
Twelve hours.
My heart pounds harder.
“What happens in twelve hours?”
The system answers before I can even finish the thought.
A document opens automatically.
Authorization required.
But the system doesn’t ask for credentials.
It already granted them.
The title appears across the screen.
PHASE THREE — LEADERSHIP TRANSFER
I stare at it.
“Leadership transfer?”
The radio crackles again.
