Blood on the Asphalt biker
Dax’s voice echoed in my mind.
High above the neon streets, a massive, crystalline structure loomed the Aegis Central Tower. It was the source of the simulation, the brain of the machine that had tried to claim us. And circling it was a single, white-hot spark: Elena. Or rather, the high-level AI construct that wore her face.
"She’s the Firewall," I realized, my hands tightening on the energy-stream that served as our handlebars. "She’s not just an Architect; she’s the sentinel. If we want to reach the dark-web exit, we have to go through her."
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