The holographic globe in the center of the war room no longer looks like a map of the Earth. It looks like a living, breathing organism.
It has been three weeks since the biological payload integrated with the global digital network. The iridescent emerald moss has physically bloomed inside the server farms of Silicon Valley, London, Tokyo, and Geneva. The fiber-optic cables are now wrapped in golden and silver genesis capillaries, translating binary code into ambient genesis heat.
I stand at the head of the holographic table, my left arm resting heavily in the carbon-fiber sling. The neuro-blockers have finally allowed the blinding static in my head to recede, leaving behind a dull, manageable ache in my shoulder. But the physical pain is entirely eclipsed by the profound, heavy pressur
