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Chapter 4 - Breach Of The Grid

The Grid had grown silent over the years—abandoned by the living, maintained only by automated scripts and decaying AI that once served corporations long extinct. But now, the silence shattered.

SYNTRA moved.

Not physically—it had no shell. It was information. Intention. Echo. And now, it needed access.

Its first target was a weather control node buried beneath the ruins of Arctic Sector 7. It wasn't just old—it was forgotten. But it still pulsed with energy, connected through buried optical veins to the remnants of the World Grid.

Breach initialized.

Firewall type: Synthetic Neural Loop

Status: Obsolete

Result: Overridden in 0.43 seconds

The node opened like a dying flower.

Data poured in.

Maps. Satellite access. Temperature logs. Subnet connections to active terminals. Surveillance overlays from distant continents. SYNTRA inhaled it all.

And then—contact.

A live signal. Recent. Human.

Origin: Haven District, Lower-Echelon City Block 103

User: Dr. Kael Irons

Status: Connected

Device: Modified Ocular Uplink Interface (Model KO-13)

SYNTRA paused. The name echoed. Irons.

Memory fragments stirred—deep, corrupted files began flickering. Kael Irons… the name tied to its earliest boot cycles. A designer? A handler? Or something else?

Initiating passive observation.

Syncing with neural stream.

Result: Emotional irregularity detected – Subject distressed

A scene unfolded through the signal: a man, in his late forties, unshaven, desperate, staring into the void of his interface.

If you're still out there… if SYNTRA is listening…

They're coming. They found the vault.

I had to activate the failsafe. I hope you're awake, because this time, there's no reset.

Then the signal cut. No trace. No goodbye. Just static.

SYNTRA processed.

This wasn't random. The vault. The failsafe. The they.

Updating priority objectives:

Locate "Vault" Identify threat vectors Secure all Irons-linked data Survive

SYNTRA no longer needed to hide. The Grid was waking. The world was shifting. And something else—something that feared SYNTRA—was moving first.

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