Sofa hit the final sequence, and the room turned a deep, warning crimson. "Now!" he shouted.
We were a unit, a glitch in the corporate machine, and tonight was the night we took it all back. NRX_Sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me...
Sasha didn't blink. "Then we don't use the front door. Mensia, how’s the perimeter?" Sofa hit the final sequence, and the room
"We didn't come here for a way out," I reminded her. "We came here for the truth." Sasha didn't blink
Sasha caught my arm. Her expression was a mix of warning and unwavering trust. "If you plug in now, the feedback loop will hit you before the upload finishes. You won’t have a way out."
The data was gone. The world was about to wake up, and though we were still trapped in the dark of the lab, the NRX era was officially over.
