Stars lie 3
Author: D.twister
last update2025-11-17 23:10:08

Sarah’s eyes narrowed, the blue light intensifying. "You're lying. The Code is a mathematical key. I've seen the schematics."

"You've seen the schematics for the failsafe," Marcus corrected, pushing his advantage. "The one that would only work on Victor. The Master System's activation key is different. It requires a physical trigger, a convergence point. My father was an astronomer, Sarah. He didn't trust digital security."

Wei, struggling to his feet, coughed out a warning. "Don't believe h
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