Lin stares at me, his mouth slightly open. You can prune a localized pulse remotely? Without Asher physically interfacing with the ley-lines?
Asher is a child, not a global utility, I say, my eyes locking onto his. He will interface with the Academy’s quantum network. He will prune the pulse from the safety of the Academy. Do we have an agreement?
Lin swallows hard. Yes, Luna. We have an agreement.
I nod to Morgan. Cut the feed.
The holographic display flickers and dies.
I stand up, ignoring the protest of my bruised ribs. Morgan, prep the quantum network. Asher is going to prune a cornfield.
The deep subterranean lab is a sanctuary of cold, blue light and the hum of quantum processors.
Asher is sitting in the center of the room, a specialized neural-interface halo resting on his wh
