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Cal shifts behind me. “You’re sure about that?”

She doesn’t answer him.

She’s already moving.

Fingers flying across the keyboard—fast, precise, surgical.

One line.

Another.

A reroute.

A rewrite.

And then—

something changes.

Not in the noise.

Beneath it.

In the structure.

I lean forward, eyes widening as the system… bends.

Not breaking.

Not collapsing.

Reforming.

“Oh,” I whisper.

Because I see it now.

What she’s doing.

What she just did.

“Oh, that’s beautiful.”

Cal steps closer. “What?”

I don’t look at him.

I can’t.

Not yet.

Because this—

this is something else.

“You didn’t stop the cascade,” I say, staring at the screen.

Every feed. Every system. Every layer.