"We trap the virus," I say, my physical voice dropping to a lethal, icy calm. "We build a geometric paradox and force the virus to process an infinite loop. But to do that, we need to link the global network to the Leviathan in the Indian Ocean. The Leviathan will act as the biological processor."
Lin stares at me, his mouth slightly open. "You want to link the global digital network to a four-hundred-meter biological leviathan? Luna, that’s insane. The neural load will kill you."
"I’ll survive," I say, my eyes locking onto his. "But I need the UN to authorize the global link. I need full administrative control of the global digital network for the next ten minutes. If you don't give it to me, the server farms melt, and the Architects win."
Lin swallows hard. "I... I will authorize the
