Nrx_sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me... [DIRECT]

Sasha didn't blink. "Then we don't use the front door. Mensia, how’s the perimeter?"

"Static," Mensia replied, her hand hovering near the pulse-grid override. "But the guards are moving toward the sublevel. We’re running out of shadows." NRX_Sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me...

Sasha caught my arm. Her expression was a mix of warning and unwavering trust. "If you plug in now, the feedback loop will hit you before the upload finishes. You won’t have a way out." Sasha didn't blink

"They're cycling the encryption," Sofa muttered, his voice tight. "Three minutes until the mainframe locks us out for good." "But the guards are moving toward the sublevel

The data was gone. The world was about to wake up, and though we were still trapped in the dark of the lab, the NRX era was officially over.

"We didn't come here for a way out," I reminded her. "We came here for the truth."