“Alright, LIBRA. That’s it. Hack their networks and give us a clear line of communication to HQ in the Solar System. It must still be the one in New Abuja on Earth. Everything important is commanded there,” ordered John.
“Understood, Commander. Their safety protocols won’t stand a chance. Flight Lieutenant Emmerson? Please assist me with some basic operations that require external command output," requested LIBRA.
“Of course,” Jeffrey focused on his holoscreens and keyboard again. His interface became crammed with multiple text boxes, descending lines, or number algorithms being solved as both human and AI worked in unison. And before everyone could take a break, the duo had already connected with the Solar System 8096 light-years away.
Mike whistled. Not even the best human crackers w
