The Archive's interior defied everything I thought I knew about underground structures. Instead of caverns or concrete bunkers, I found myself in spaces that seemed to shift and change as I moved through them. The walls displayed information not on screens but directly on their surfaces, holographic data that appeared and disappeared as I focused on different areas.
The system had gone completely silent since I entered the Archive. It was as if it had passed me to something else, something older and more fundamental.
A voice emerged from the walls themselves, not mechanical but not quite human either. It was layered, like multiple voices speaking in perfect synchronization.
"William Morgan. Child of Catherine. Inheritor of the system. The Archive recognizes you."
"Are you the AI my mot
