The Observatory
The server room hummed with a low, constant vibration that seemed to seep into Damon's bones. He stood in the center of the foundation's main data center, surrounded by rows of blinking lights and silent machines. The air was cool, sterile, and smelled faintly of ozone. It was a place of order, of control, of carefully managed chaos. But tonight, something was wrong. Sasha stood beside him, her laptop open, her face illuminated by the glow of the screen. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, her brow furrowed with concentration. "I've been monitoring the system for weeks," she said, her voice tight. "There's been an anomaly. A pattern I can't explain." "What kind of pattern?" "Data transfers. Small amounts, moving between servers at odd hours. It's not the foundation's protocol. Someo
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