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Chapter Fifty Seven
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Elias stood in the center of it all, arms folded, eyes narrowed.

“They’ve moved fast,” Lena said, walking up beside him. “This isn’t just retaliation. This was prepared.”

Elias nodded. “Phase Two.”

Curtis stepped up next. “We’ve got reports out of Georgia — blackouts, strange outages, glitches in civic systems. And guess what? Local officials say it’s just a ‘hardware upgrade.’”

“Same playbook as Chicago,” Elias muttered. “Confuse. Distract. Then take control.”

Lena pulled up a new string of logs. “And that’s not the worst part. The Prometheus Protocol — it’s running in the background on multiple servers in Atlanta’s grid. Someone already installed it.”

Mara appeared behind them, still pale from surgery, but steady. “Then that city’s already compromised.”

Curtis looked between them. “What the hell is Prometheus, exactly?”

Elias replied quietly, “A governance AI. An invisible one.”

Mara added, “Marcus called it ‘adaptive democracy’ — an algorithm that watches, predicts, and overrides.
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