Whisper of Thoughts
The surgery in the clinic had stabilized him, but it hadn't repaired the damage done by the integration.
Every few minutes, a flicker of static would cross his eyes, a reminder that the system was still clawing at the edges of his consciousness.
"The core is at the top," he said, his voice quiet. He looked up at the tower, his expression unreadable.
"If I link here, I can trigger a global cascade. I can wipe their archives, their training data, and their financial records in one sweep."
"And you?" I asked, gripping his hand so hard my knuckles turned white. "What happens to you when that cascade hits?"