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He drew a slow breath through the sedative haze and looked at Elara. “If it wants predictability,” he whispered, “we give it the one thing it can’t model.”Elara’s eyes searched his face. “Dante…”He forced the words out carefully. “You.”Her brow furrowed. “Me?”“You know its architecture,” he said. “Not the ship—it. It’s speaking like a system that learned from people who believed they were gods. It’s using Julian’s access. It’s using labels you recognize. It’s quoting your work.”Elara’s breathing quickened. “Because it has the data.”“Or because it has you,” Dante said softly. “The way you think. The way you wrote it. The way you regretted it.”Elara’s lips parted, and for a moment she looked like she might collapse under the weight of being understood.Halden cut in, voice rough. “Vance. If you have any idea—any—about how to break its control, now’s the time.”Elara stared at the monitor, at the neural waveform, at the readouts, and something in her eyes shifted from panic to gri