–Livana–
Now I fully understood how they were receiving a constant stream of new feeds and recordings—it wasn't just from isolated servers or local intercepts, it was from the very satellites that orbit this fragile planet like vigilant sentinels. Every pulse, every whisper, every trace of code that danced in the vacuum of space was a thread they pulled. Once I had meticulously checked each line of code and the corresponding data packets, the truth crystallized—this wasn't merely Louie's operation. No. There were original developers still pulling the strings, silent architects hidden behind proxy after proxy.
A part of me wondered—did my mother's creations still linger within those clusters of encrypted archives, breathing life into a project she could no longer watch over? Were her digital fingerprints still alive, evolving like an unchecked organism, even though her body had long since turned to dust?
