Foreword
Good.
Because this isn’t just my fight.
It’s hers.
It always was.
I tilt my head slightly.
Study him.
Memorize him.
Because if this goes the way I think it will—
he won’t get a second conversation.
“You built a system to control the world,” I say quietly.
“And now you’re standing in a room…”
My voice drops.
Dead calm.
“…with the people who are about to break it.”
Silence.
Thick.
Electric.
And for the first time—
just for a second—
I see it.
A flicker.
Not fear.
But awareness.
He understands now.
This didn’t go the way it was supposed to.
And somewhere—
deep in the system—
the clock is still ticking.
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