The transport plane cut through the clouds, its engines humming with steady rhythm.
Michael sat in the back, his eyes closed, his mind churning. The Pacific facility was behind them, its servers reduced to ash and twisted metal. The Phoenix network was dead. Or so they believed.
But the feeling wouldn't leave him. That gnawing sensation that they'd missed something. That the Weaver's words held a truth they hadn't fully grasped.
"You're doing it again," Clarice said, settling into the seat beside him. "You're overthinking."
"I'm not overthinking. I'm being careful."
"There's a difference. We won. The network is destroyed. The Foundation is in ruins. We can finally breathe."
Michael opened his eyes. "Can we? The Weaver said the network was designed to evolve. What if destruction is ju
