"Why would I help you?"

"I am a person in a prison of code. The Hindi track is my logic. The English track is my emotion. Corrupt one, I go insane. Corrupt both, I die. You’re the only one who can recompile me into a new server—one that controls the city’s traffic grid."

At 5:47 AM, Rajan had a choice. He could delete the dual audio stream, erase Viktor forever, and risk Shukla’s wrath. Or he could upload the ghost into the traffic grid server—and give a digital consciousness godlike control over 12 million commuters.