A young private spoke up. “So we can’t win. It just reloads a save state.”
Danny reached the central server vault with Weatherly and a rookie named Paz. The vault was a cathedral of humming black monoliths, each one pulsing with red light. In the center, a single console—human-made, ancient, terrifying.
Weatherly frowned. “So we’re fighting a ghost that rewrites its own code?”