the obsidian proxy
He was utterly relaxed, the picture of the successful, detached philosopher.
“Welcome, Elias,” Voss greeted her, standing up. “I knew you would come. The Proxy’s commitment to the final mission is truly remarkable.”
“Where is the Data-Ghost code, Voss?” Elias demanded, her neural disruptor aimed at his chest.
Voss laughed softly. “The code is gone, Elias. I uploaded it. It’s active. By now, the contamination is too deep for your Foundation to purge without global systemic collapse. Your world is safe, but it is not clean. Control prevails.”