Maya's POV
The next two days were a blur of testing and pushing and burning herself out.
Maya would sit in the tactical chamber with her eyes closed, reaching into the system. Feeling for patterns. Learning the algorithms. Predicting when buildings would collapse and monsters would spawn.
At first, she could only predict five minutes in advance. Then ten. Then twenty.
By the second day, she was predicting hazards nearly an hour before they happened.
A system notification appeared on her personal interface.
SYSTEM CONNECTION STRENGTHENING. WARNING: POWER LEVELS RISING DANGEROUSLY.
She ignored it.
She could feel the system communicating with her now. Not in words. In sensations. In knowledge that just appeared in her mind. Like the Wastes itself was telling her secrets.
She pushed harder.
A building collapsed exactly when she predicted it would. Monsters appeared in exactly the location she had calculated. The environmental cascades happened in perfect sequence.
