Elias leaned in, his breath fogging the glass. In the old world’s Cyrillic-Latin hybrid scripts, it looked like a stutter. A glitch. He ran a diagnostic, but the system returned a chilling error: Source: Internal.
The terminal upstairs chirped one last time, printing a single line to the log:
The letters weren't written by a hand. They were formed by thousands of tiny, metallic insects—nanites—vibrating in a synchronous dance.
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