The golden visor of the man calling himself Silas shimmered with a predatory heat. He didn't look like a survivor; he looked like the architect of the end. The blade in his hand hummed at a frequency that made the Sky-Iron walls of the Ark weep violet fluid."Get back, Beatriz," Caio whispered, his hand fumbling for the edge of the pedestal. "He’s not here to talk.""I can see that, Caio," Beatriz snapped, her pneumatic spear-gun leveled at the golden giant’s throat. "Who the hell are you? This is a Level 5 Sanctuary. You shouldn't be able to breathe in here, let alone cut the door."Silas laughed, a dry, metallic sound. "Sanctuary? Is that what the voice told you? You’re sitting in a cockpit, girl. And you’re letting a child drive the most expensive weapon ever built.""I'm the Architect," Caio spat, his vision swimming with sapphire static. "The System recognized me.""The System recognizes anyone with a pulse and the right genetic mark