Leo tapped a small, illicit chip on the underside of his console. “I’m not going to fight the chaos. I’m going to surf it.” The Assessment began without fanfare. One moment, Leo was staring at a green "Ready" prompt. The next, the entire control room plunged into crimson emergency lighting.
“Gimble,” Leo said quietly, “run the ghost-trace filter. Map all alerts with a 0.47s delta.” the assessment bdmv
“Let’s never do that again.”
He laughed. A real, unhinged, victorious laugh. Leo tapped a small, illicit chip on the