CHECKMATE, DARLING
The lines were moving, recalculating, adapting in real-time.
"Caissa," I whispered, recognizing the name of the mythological goddess of chess. "It’s a neural network."
"It’s not just a network," Daniel said, his voice dropping into a register of pure, horrified awe. "Mira, look at the node locations. Wall Street. The London Stock Exchange. The Tokyo Nikkei. Julian isn't trying to take over the Syndicate's real estate or their art collections."
"He’s going after their money?" I asked.