I stare at the sketchbook. The realization hits me with the force of a physical blow. The biological internet isn't just a new layer of reality. It's a nervous system. And we have to give it a geometric immune response.
It’s brilliant, I project, my mental voice fierce, unyielding. But it requires a massive amount of processing power. The Academy’s quantum processors aren't strong enough to process a global paradox loop. We need a bigger processor.
I look at the holographic globe. The red flares are spreading. The server farms are melting.
We need the Leviathan, I project, my mental voice grim. The Leviathan in the Indian Ocean is a four-hundred-meter biological computer. It’s the only thing big enough to process the paradox loop.
Isla, no, Kade projects fiercely, his mental voice drop
