A/N: Are we back? We are so back!
"That may not work."
The profound, heavy doubt in the Supreme Commander's voice was completely unprecedented.
Adonis, the apex predator of the Class-5 network, a machine capable of calculating the trajectory of orbital strikes in a fraction of a microsecond, was looking at his creator with a terrifying, uncharacteristic hesitation.
Nikki stood in the center of the art room, the black dry-erase marker still gripped tightly in her hand. She looked at the elegant, foundational algorithms she had just sketched on the tactical whiteboard. They were perfect. They were the original backdoor keys she had coded into the AI hierarchy alongside her father over a decade ago.
