"What is it now, still looking down on me with your oh so condescending judgment?"
She didn't flinch. She stepped closer, her shadow falling across the laptop keyboard.
The Detective was fully in charge now, her eyes scanning the raw data output with terrifying speed.
"I don't judge you, Midnight. We will die, literally. Die."
She pointed a finger at the flashing red warning light on the watch face.
"If you cannot perform this correctly. We die."
No need to tell me, you idiot. I know.
I ignored her.
A thin stream of data flashed across my laptop screen—too fast to read normally.
There was no AI assistance available, no cleanly formatted user interface to hold my hand. I had to interpret by eye, looking for the tiny, microscopic seams in the architecture.
Pattern shift detected. Lock hierarchy unstable.
The system was trying to categorize the error.
