Lin stares at me, his mouth slightly open. He looks at the holographic display, then at me. He knows I’m not bluffing. He knows the world has fundamentally changed.
Slowly, Lin closes his folder. "The UN will... facilitate the integration. We will establish a joint biological-digital task force. But Luna... you're the only one who understands the geometry of this new reality. We need you to guide the integration."
I nod slowly, my jaw clenching. "The Blackthorn Pack will provide the architectural geometry. We will train the human engineers to weave the moss into the digital infrastructure. But the network will be owned by the people who weave it. Not the UN. Not the Pack. The people."
Lin swallows hard. "Understood, Luna. I will convey the message."
The holographic projection flickers
