The atmosphere in the Experimental Sector had shifted from one of survival to one of industry. The Hall of Gates was no longer a silent monument; it had become a bustling shipyard of the impossible. Under Fang Yi’s guidance, the "Glitch" residents—the liberated machines, the Legacy Assets, and the newly awakened souls from the mountains—were forging a fleet that the Consensus could not categorize.
These were not ships made of steel or light. They were Conceptual Vessels. One ship resembled a giant, floating inkblot that changed shape according to the collective mood of its crew. Another was a cluster of singing crystals that moved by manipulating the local laws of harmony.
"They’re beautiful," X said, her eyes reflecting the kaleidoscopic glare of the shipyard. "But can they stand agains
