Chapter 58 The Breath In The Wires
- A machine doesn’t breathe. Not unless you give it something to remember.
- For the first six seconds after the blackout, no one moved. Not in the cradle chamber.
- Not in the undercity. Not in Caelon’s command hall where Victor stared at walls of dead screens. Then the hum returned. Not the cradle’s soft, pulse-slow rhythm. Not the relay’s thin, electric whisper.