“Kael,” she whispered into her collar mic, “run a deviation matrix on Dorn’s last 10,000 interactions.”
But as the guards led her away, she saw something impossible: the workers from the megafactory, standing outside the Bureau of Compliance, their faces unreadable. No standardized expressions. No synchronized waves. Just a messy, unpredictable, glorious crowd. sbs iso
“What are they doing?”
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