Ch.14 Calibration
Author: samad
last update2026-08-09 21:26:05

The Sector 1 simulation decks were buried deep beneath the central spire, far removed from the prying eyes of the lower academy.

Cyrus swiped his black data-pad over the terminal outside Bay 4. The heavy blast doors parted with a quiet hiss, revealing a massive, perfectly spherical room constructed entirely of white composite panels. There were no rusted exhaust vents or chemical smells here. The air was heavily oxygenated, tasting faintly of ozone, and the floor was a seamless grid of gravity
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