The Data of Others
The command executed in silence. David Chen watched the terminal cursor blink once, twice, and then the Panopticon interface loaded—a grid of time stamps, geographic coordinates, and confidence percentages. He had been waiting for this moment for three weeks, since he'd finished sorting through Dr. Nolan's server and discovered the project buried in the deepest partition. He typed in a name:...
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