The obsidian boardroom table was gone, shattered into a billion shards of black glass that floated like stars in the azure void. Satya stood in the center of the vacuum, his breath coming in shallow, static-filled rasps. Across from him, the CEO was no longer a man made of credit cards. He had distilled into a singular, glowing silhouette of pure, mathematical perfection—the “Absolute Auditor.”“The global feed is live, Satya,” Anya’s voice resonated through the entire dimension, echoing with the weight of billions of watchers. “Every smartphone in Jakarta, every billboard in New York, and every flickering eye in the Demon Kingdom is focused on this point. This is the Final Audit.”“The audience is waiting,” the Absolute Auditor spoke, its voice a perfect, crystalline bell. “They are waiting for you to prove that their investment in reality is worth the chaos you’ve unleashed. Look at the numbers, Satya. In the last ten minutes, ‘Certainty’ has dropped by eighty percen