Location:Seven Peaks — Formation Hall, Command Center
Date/Time:TC1854.12.18-22
Silas hadn't slept in three days.
This was not unusual for Silas — the formation master's relationship with sleep was adversarial, a grudging concession to biology that he minimized through cultivation-enhanced stamina and the particular stubbornness of a man who had spent 46 years solving problems that didn't respect business hours. What was unusual was the reason. Silas didn't lose sleep over maintenance schedules or network calibration or the routine engineering challenges that occupied his professional life. He lost sleep over things he couldn't explain. And the thing on his workstation had been refusing explanation for ten days.
