A series of lights began flashing across Verne's equipment as he pressed a final sequence of commands. The subtle vibration James had been feeling through his feet intensified, and the ambient sound in the room shifted to a higher register.
"You're too late," Verne said, a hint of genuine regret in his voice. "My composition has already begun its first movement. In approximately seven minutes, it will reach the neurological activation threshold. After that, no one in the main hall will be capable of dishonesty ever again."
Maya watched the visualization on her portable analyzer as concentric ripples of color pulsed from the central processing unit, each wave more complex than the last. The patterns matched what she'd documented at previous attack sites, but with exponentially greater com
