"It’s not an electromagnetic frequency, Alpha," Morgan interjects, her face pale. "It’s a biological, geometric resonance. It’s woven into his stem cells. You can't block it with lead or steel. If you try to isolate him, the Formless will just increase the acoustic output until it shatters the cage."
Silence falls over the war room. The hum of the quantum processors sounds deafening.
I look at the holographic map. The blue dot is pulsing faster now. The countdown has accelerated.
"There is one option," Morgan says softly, her eyes shining with a profound, scientific terror. "We don't block the frequency. We change it."
I freeze. "What do you mean?"
"The Formless is looking for a specific geometric signature," Morgan explains, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Asher’s lattice. I
