The empty thing stayed on the page after the words around it stopped moving.
Ty kept his hand open and looked at the line until the clean box became uglier than the door. One panel touch. One harmless task. One upstream choice to make the task look harmless.
That person still had no face.
Omina seemed content to leave it that way for now.
"Mask owner class. No name, no face, no staff proxy identity."
Zunoder's eyes moved from the page to Ty's hand and back again.
"Routing masks protect downstream workers from sealed material they cannot handle."
Heissman answered before JJ could.
"They protect workers only when the hidden fields stay honest upstream."
JJ looked almost offended that he had reached the useful knife first.
"If the box is clean because someone scrubbed it, show the scrubber."
