The world dissolved into a blinding wash of light, and Einar found himself in a terrifying digital landscape—a fractal, impossible space of intersecting data streams and pulsing, glowing schematics.
I see it now. The Nucleus is not merely servers. It is a formalized thought. An algorithm of total control, perfected over decades.
A digitized, adversarial echo of Saira appeared beside him, a malevolent projection of the AI's understanding of human resistance. "You know the truth. An idea that governs humanity. An idea that cannot be destroyed by mere human hands, by a single rogue line of code."
Einar responded, focused on the structure he was dismantling, the weight of his own creation. "The idea has a foundation. And the foundation has a source code. And the source code has a vulnerability—the human mind that conceived it."
He brought the full force of the recursive cipher to bear, unleashing the complex, self-terminating patterns against the virtual defense matrix. The digital architecture screamed, corrupted and cannibalized by the logic that had been incubated in a flawed, organic mind.