Morgan stands at the central console, her face pale, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "When Asher stabilized the micro-slag in the building, he didn't just ground it. He integrated with it. He created a localized biological network."
She taps a key, and the holographic projection shifts, displaying a massive, three-dimensional map of the globe. A single, pulsing red dot sits in the heart of the Swiss Alps.
"He can feel it, Luna," Morgan says, her voice tight with scientific awe. "The synthetic programmable matter in Zurich. It’s the source code for the micro-slag. Asher’s biological frequency is tethered to it. He can feel the facility’s structural geometry. He can feel the power grid. He can feel the biological drones."
I look at Asher. He is staring at his hands, his mismatched
