Voss looks at Liam’s biometrics. His heart is now a steady 82 BPM. No spikes. No dips. He’s already gone, isn’t he?
He’s whispering something. She leans in.
The match begins.
The whisper is not received.
“Elara. The Saudis are watching. The Chinese are cloning our telemetry as we speak. If he doesn’t win Finals, the sponsorship pipeline collapses. We don’t have a player. We have a platform .” The Golden Boy -v0.7 Producer Version- -Serious...
Liam (whispering, barely audible): “Don’t take the blue. Don’t take the—”
She types: // CONFIRM MEMORY PRUNING: LAYER 4 (MATERNAL) [Y/N]? Her finger hovers. Voss looks at Liam’s biometrics
He stares through them. At the enemy base. At the win condition.
INT. VOSS’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
“I don’t pay for fighting, Elara. I pay for winning. How long to purge?”