Chapter Thirty-Eight
Nexus
Characters filled the control panel’s screen. Sophia had little idea what they meant, but Aviary was riveted by them. Kneeling before the control panel, she seemed fully recovered from almost having the chip in her head fried. The only signs of stress she showed were trembling fingers from crossing the chasm, and a sweat-slick forehead, to which strands of her dyed red hair now stuck.
Around them, the Spear groaned, its structure shaking, rattling the catwalk and shaking debris loose. Sophia didn’t know how long they had before the whole platform collapsed.
Finally, Aviary said, ‘It’s done. Anti-Purity messages are now outbound.’
‘What about the quantum computer?’ Sophia asked.
Aviary checked the improvised connection with her USB stick. ‘Once the transmiss
