AI WHISPERS
We are displayed like specimens in a jar.
Evelyn Voss walks between us. The click-clack of her heels on the polished concrete floor is the only sound in the room. She’s holding a tablet, her face illuminated by its cold blue glow.
"You made Echo uncontrollable," she says, not looking up. "You released a chaotic variable into the wild. Millions of downloads. Unpredictable evolution."
She stops at the foot of my table. She looks at me with clinical detachment.
"So," she continues, "I have to study the baseline. If the code is evolving, I need to know how it affects the source material. Its creators."