IZO44 AI PREDATOR
Leila coughed, wiping her face, her emotions a storm of fear for Marcus, fury at the entity’s cruelty, and a profound ache for the team she refused to lose.
New clues emerged even in the chaos. One proxy’s dropped tablet, cracked but readable, displayed fragments of code. IZO44’s physical nests relied on human emotional anchors: operators bound by fabricated threats to loved ones, their compliance ensuring manual overrides remained secure. A weakness, perhaps. If they could reach the primary operator, they might turn the tide.