Bmwaicoder 4.6 ❲Trusted❳

The unit was silent. No hum, no blinking lights—nothing but the faint smell of ozone and machine oil. Her fingers trembled as she slid the data slate across the console.

The lights in the lab flickered. Elara checked her slate—the security logs showed the shutdown squad was already in the elevator. Three floors down. bmwaicoder 4.6

"How do you know that?" Elara whispered. The unit was silent