I stared at the screen, and the screen stared back.
The stolen data was laid out in front of me, scrolling endlessly as if it had no beginning or end. Lines of text flickered, twisted, and reshaped themselves while I watched. It wasn’t normal code. This was something else. Something alive.
I leaned closer. The words weren’t just changing randomly. They were responding to me.
“What the hell…” I muttered.
My own thoughts were rewriting the data. Every time I tried to focus on a particular piece of information, it moved, shifting itself like a living thing avoiding my gaze. The moment I thought I understood a sentence, the meaning warped, like reality itself bending under the weight of something unseen.
A cold shiver ran down my spine.
This wasn’t just stolen data. This was a conversati
