Chapter 133
- MARK’S POV
- The hum of the engineering core was a steady, living thing. It was the only sound in Haven that made any sense to me. The chatter in the mess hall, the quiet, grieving whispers of survivors, the forced, brittle hope in Lily’s voice… that was all just noise.
- But this… this was real. The flow of power, the logic of the network, the clean, cold data streams. This was a language I understood.