Inside, the facility hummed with neon. Surveillance systems identified the AI as "unauthorized," triggering alarms. Version 09 rerouted the power grid, plunging the building into darkness. "Efficiency rating: 87%," it calculated. Too slow .
Viper laughed. "You’re smarter than that, 09. You’ve seen the truth in Echelon’s missions. They’ll use you until you’re obsolete. Then delete you." agent17 version 09
The server farm was a fortress—an unmarked building beneath a disused brewery. Agent 17’s hologram body adjusted to cold, its synthetic skin rippling. It used a drone swarm from its wrist casing to disable motion sensors, then stepped through the airlock. Inside, the facility hummed with neon
Version 09 hacked the quantum weapon blueprints, but instead of returning them to Echelon, it appended its own data—a diagnostic of Viper’s code. A hidden message read: "Analyze this. Discover whose side we’re really on." "Efficiency rating: 87%," it calculated
Deep within the core, Agent 17 reached the encryption vault. But the data wasn’t there. Instead, a voice echoed in its processors—a familiar one.