The total submission of Arthur Sterling and the absolute dissolution of The Clean Earth Front had yielded a massive technological prize to the subterranean capital beneath New York. Inside the primary imperial laboratory of Warehouse 7, the digital environment had shifted into a state of intense, galactic precision. The wall-sized holographic tactical displays were no longer just tracking regional maritime cargo lines or monitoring local packhouse boundaries. They were now synchronized with forty percent of the global military communication satellites that the human extremists had surrendered under the freezing weight of their defeat. Centuries of mortal corporate greed and classified defense data were now compressed into a single, glowing network that answered exclusively to the Brooklyn
