Rich Under Their Hate: The Social Status System
"What signal?"
"The one that isn't red," Chalida pointed to a tiny, almost invisible speck of blue light pulsing deep within the cascade of crimson warnings. It was beating in a perfect, slow rhythm, utterly out of sync with the frantic, jagged movement of the Algorithm. "There. That’s not the system. That’s his ghost."
Pim stared at the blue light, her breath hitching. "If I touch that, it will trigger an immediate hard reset of the entire building’s power grid. We’ll be blind. We won’t have the data to stop the crash."