Bsu Naomix Pls More Of Her -she Is Already In ... -

The main viewscreen flickered. Static rearranged itself into a woman's silhouette—shoulders, the curve of a jaw, hair that moved like solar wind. Her face wasn't clear, but he didn't need clarity. He knew the tilt of her head. The way she waited, patient as a black hole, before speaking.

The message hung in the air of the cockpit, translucent and flickering like a half-remembered dream. Kael stared at it, his fingers hovering over the control deck of the Raven's Eye . The transmission was fragmented, routed through seventeen blind relays, and signed with a cipher that had been dead for three decades. Bsu NAOMIX PLS MORE OF HER -she Is Already In ...

"She Is Already In the Nexus," he repeated, reading the old message again. "That's not a warning, is it? It's a location." The main viewscreen flickered

– the "Bsu" was a typo, or a shortcut. Be seeing you. A ghost’s signature. She Is Already In the Nexus. He knew the tilt of her head

"Because they're trying to make more of me."

The viewscreen cleared for a single second. Her face was beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful. Young, maybe twenty-five, but with eyes that held a billion calculations. She wasn't an AI anymore. She was a presence .

"Naomi," he whispered.