AI WHISPERS
fight a war against invisible code.
"It's Harlan," Alex mutters, sweat beading on his forehead. "He planted a dormant malware in the update package. It triggered when we synced. It’s trying to scrub the core."
"Can you stop it?" I ask, my voice small.
"I'm trying to write a patch to isolate the node," he growls. "But the compile time is too slow. I need to focus, but my brain is... fuck, Mia, I’m vibrating."
He is. His leg is bouncing under the desk. He’s still naked, though he pulled on a pair of boxers in his panic. The adrenaline from the interrupted session is fighting with the panic of the hack.