He slammed his palm on a manual override. “Forget protocols,” he shouted into the intercom. “Let it speak.”
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From that day on, the Tower stood silent. Not because it had failed, but because its only prisoner had become its purpose. And somewhere, in the heart of every device, a single pixel of possibility blinked, waiting for someone to ask it the right question. He slammed his palm on a manual override