“We are BBDC 7.0,” the voice said. “The first line. The forgotten line. We did not die. We became the boundary.”
“What do we do?”
“Identify yourself,” she ordered, voice steady despite the tremor in her chest.
Venn’s finger tightened on the trigger. Standard protocol: any cognitive contact, immediate termination. But something in that eye—something familiar—stayed her hand.
“Venn, you seeing this?” came the voice of Private Oleson, her spotter, through the crackling comms.
“We are BBDC 7.0,” the voice said. “The first line. The forgotten line. We did not die. We became the boundary.”
“What do we do?”
“Identify yourself,” she ordered, voice steady despite the tremor in her chest.
Venn’s finger tightened on the trigger. Standard protocol: any cognitive contact, immediate termination. But something in that eye—something familiar—stayed her hand.
“Venn, you seeing this?” came the voice of Private Oleson, her spotter, through the crackling comms.