At 10:07 a.m., she lost the turn by six degrees.
The display caught it first.
The system flagged the imbalance in pale gold and translated it into vectors that would have been legible to any trained eye in the room. Weight too early into the supporting hip. Premature protection through the injured side. Recovery line delayed by less than half a beat and enough to contaminate everything after it.
I did not need the screen to tell me.
I had already seen it in her body.
That was the first inconvenience.
For seven years the overlay had been the cleanest instrument I owned. It converted uncertainty into pattern, pattern into prediction, prediction into leverage. The world became profitable the moment it could be measured. People became manageable the moment they stopped believing their pr
