The Billionaire's secret heir
She stood in the command center, fingers hovering over the console, eyes narrowing as diagnostic streams scrolled too slowly.
“That’s not lag,” she muttered.
Damian looked up from the weapon he was cleaning. “What is it?”
“Decision latency,” Mia replied. “Systems are responding like they’re… thinking.”
Luka glanced over from his station. “That’s impossible. These are closed-loop systems. No adaptive learning modules.”
Mia didn’t answer immediately. She pulled up a deeper layer—raw system behavior, stripped of interface gloss.
Her blood went cold.
“Julian,” she said slowly.