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All of it shrinking in the rearview mirror.
Wren watches it disappear.
“You’ll come back here,” I say.
She glances at me.
“You sound certain.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
“Because that place is part of your life now.”
Her expression softens slightly.
“Then we better survive Los Angeles.”
“That’s the plan.”
The truck reaches the main road.
Pine trees rush past on both sides.
Wren opens her laptop.
The screen glows softly.
“You’re breaking the no-tech rule,” I say.
“Temporary suspension.”
“What are you checking?”
“The observer node.”
I glance over.
“And?”
She frowns slightly.
“That’s strange.”
“What?”
“It’s still evolving.”
“Even without new commands?”
“Yes.”
“That seems… concerning.”
“It is.”
She types quickly.
