Every light in the chamber turned toward Kessler. The fractured ceiling panels. The broken monitors. The neural lines beneath the platform.
Every source of illumination shifted at once until the entire room focused on him like a living thing recognizing its creator. Or it's the next victim. Kessler froze. And through the synchronization, I felt fear hit him harder than anything before.
The screens flickered violently overhead. SECONDARY CONVERGENCE HOST CONFIRMED. The awareness was gone from my mind now. But the system was still alive. And somehow, it had moved to him.
The architect stared at the screens in disbelief. “That is impossible.” Elias looked equally horrified. “The primary consciousness collapsed. The system should have shut down.” But it had not. Because deep beneath the pan
