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Chapter 46: The Sovereign Node

Author: Ruthie B
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 20:58:30

Jessica’s POV

The Grand Ballroom of the InterContinental Paris Le Grand was a sea of black ties, diamond necklets, and the low, elegant murmur of international diplomacy.

Tonight was the official gala launch of the Euro-African Unified Maritime Corridor,a trade pact that had eluded the brightest politicians for half a century, but had been successfully cemented by using nothing but a decentralized optimization algorithm and an unshakeable will.

I stood at the center of the room, a glass of cha
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