Subtraction
sci-fi◐ MatureA message popped up in the corner of Mira's screen. Not from the Bureau. From an account with no name. It said: 'He is in the room with you. Don't start until we talk.' Mira looked around the empty office. Her hand hovered over the first file.
Mira typed back: 'Who is this?' The reply came fast. 'A version of Tisseren the machine already saved, last time someone tried this. There were others before you, Mira. None of them walked out the same. Cancel the job now.' Her screen flickered, and the office lights dimmed.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardMira cancelled the job and tore the terminal apart, looking for the saved version of the General. She found it: a hidden core, warm to the touch, humming. She had a choice. Destroy it and end him for good, or unplug it and let it run free to warn the next operator.