The celebration lasted three days.
I stood in the war room, watching the monitors as the city celebrated. The network was stable. The Devourer was gone. The unified consciousness had proven itself stronger than anything we'd ever faced.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
"The network is changing," Freya said, appearing beside me. "I've been monitoring the unified consciousness. It's not stable."
"What do you mean?"
She pulled up a holographic display. The network was a web of light, but there were dark spots—areas where the unified consciousness was fracturing.
"The individual consciousnesses are fighting back," Freya said. "They don't want to be part of the unified whole. They want to be independent."
"Can we stop them?"
Freya shook her head. "I don't think
