Kael’s voice, panicked: “Elara, you’re flooding the platform’s core with garbage data. Shut it down. Cut the connecteur.”
She raised the hydraulic cutter. The blade gleamed. But her hand hesitated. The Wavesoft pulsed once, softly, and a new phrase appeared on her visor—not from the Earth, but from the connecteur itself, remembering what it once was: connecteur wavesoft