We didn’t rush into the next session.
That would have been a mistake.
Instead, Mira spent hours refining the input filters—tightening what Eon could see, adjusting the pacing, controlling exposure like it was something fragile.
Which, in a way, it was.
Daniel didn’t argue this time.
That alone said a lot.
“…so we’re pacing its understanding now,” he said, watching Mira work.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Because understanding scales.”
“And if it scales too fast…”
“…we lose control of direction.”
I leaned against the table, arms folded.
“Then we guide the pattern.”
Mira glanced at me.
“Exactly.”
By the time we started again, the room felt… ready.
Not safe.
But prepared.
Mira reopened the interface.
“Second observation set,” she said.
“More complexity.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow.
