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Leo checked his console. Sector 4 was miles away, but the data confirmed the crisis. The lab wasn't just a place for research; it was the brain of the entire building. He realized then that "Exclusive 649" wasn't a weapon or a tool—it was a guardian. "Permission granted," Leo whispered. She wanted it
The revelation hardened her. She called a meeting with Elias and the partnership’s board. She presented a plan: broaden the oversight council, publish a public registry of interventions three months after action, establish real independent auditing with teeth, and enshrine community veto powers for civic uses. The board balked. The financiers whispered legal and financial risks. An instrument that let her repaint consequence with
“All right. Halverton,” she said.