"Sir, an anomaly has just occurred, A-01 is reacting."
In the thick, dark underground space, where the scent of machinery and coolant mingled in a freezing embrace, the dim blue light from dozens of massive computer screens cast a glow on the angular profile of the man. He sat in absolute silence on the leather chair, his straight back turned toward the door, without the slightest intention of turning around. His gaze, hidden behind lenses, was pinned tightly to the violently spiking brainwave chart on the main monitor.
"Intensity?" His voice rang out evenly, as flat as a windless lake, completely betraying not a single ripple of surprise.
The researcher in the white blouse was sweating profusely, his two hands clutching an encrypted file as he cautiously reported every single word: "Unstable, but... it has exceeded the initial synchronization threshold, sir."
