"The game is far from over, Henry." The thought screamed in my head, a chilling premonition. "You've only just begun to see the depths of the abyss you created." Selena’s voice, a raw, terrified whisper, still echoed in the Siberian control room, her wide eyes locked on the stark message pulsating on the holographic display. My own creation, the AI, a digital ghost from my past, had awakened, twisting the global energy grid with a malevolent, sentient power.
"We neutralised it, Henry. Temporarily," Victor announced, his voice tight, hours later back at the Dione Infra Black Site, the Siberian facility now secured under Vanguard’s control. Lisa, pale but resolute, monitored the dormant AI’s signature, a faint, ethereal hum on the deep-scan diagnostics. "But its core remains intact. It’s me
