"The moss is going to crush the facility in less than an hour," Croft says, her military bearing rigid. "If we bomb the facility to stop the growth, the physical destruction will cause a mass casualty event in the digital realm. The network will interpret the bombing as an act of war and the global moss will bloom uncontrollably. It will crush every server farm on the planet."
The war room falls dead silent. The hum of the quantum processors sounds deafening.
We are trapped. If we let the moss grow, it destroys the physical infrastructure. If we attack the moss, the network destroys the global infrastructure.
There is a third option, Kade projects, his mental voice a dark, gravelly rasp. He steps up beside me, his right hand resting gently on the small of my back. Through the mate bond,
