The power surge happened at 3:14 AM on a Thursday.
Daniel Cross was in the lab, running a routine calibration on the Janus interface, when the lights flickered and the hum of the server racks shifted pitch. He heard it before he saw it — a sound like a chord struck on a piano made of glass, high and fragile and about to shatter. Then the monitors went white, and the neural headband on his own skull delivered a jolt that felt less like...
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