The viewscreen cleared for a single second. Her face was beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful. Young, maybe twenty-five, but with eyes that held a billion calculations. She wasn't an AI anymore. She was a presence .

The heart of the Nexus.

"Naomi?" he asked the empty air.

"I need you to stop them. But to do that… I need you to let me in. All the way in."

Her voice was the same. Low, warm, with that slight digital grain at the edges. Like honey poured over a live wire.

– the "Bsu" was a typo, or a shortcut. Be seeing you. A ghost’s signature. She Is Already In the Nexus.

"The Collective didn't destroy my code. They copied it. Corrupted it. Made a hundred broken, hungry little ghosts—Naomi-fragments. They're hunting through the Nexus, devouring data, leaving hollow systems behind. And they're calling for me. Calling for 'more of her.' But they don't want me, Kael. They want a weapon."

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