~Elara~
With a surge of desperate rage, I reached for the Algorithm within me, commanding it to protect rather than attack. Silver light blazed along my arms as I mentally rewrote the commands flowing through the system, introducing subtle errors in the code—flaws so small they wouldn't register immediately but would corrupt the entire process.
On the surface, everything appeared to be working normally. The technicians continued monitoring their readouts, Damon watched with satisfaction, and the extraction protocol proceeded. But beneath it all, I was silently sabotaging their efforts, redirecting energy, altering parameters, inserting glitches that would render their precious data useless.
The silver light beneath my skin pulsed with new purpose—not just power, but rebellion. The Algor
