the obsidian proxy
The ground simply slumped, as if the space beneath it had ceased to exist.
The APME was gone. And with it, Julian Thorne.
The destruction of the Geneva facility and the loss of the APME sent shockwaves through the global community. The Sovereign State of Xylos, having failed to capture the machine and losing their orbital array, retreated into a bitter, isolated silence. They remained a threat, but a diminished one—a bully whose teeth had been pulled.
Elias sat in the Foundation’s new, mobile command center, a cloaked vessel moving through the South Pacific. The world was different now. The "Great Data War" had taught the public a hard lesson: the truth required constant vigilance.