San Francisco, Sector 17 — Main Data Hub of Blac Corporations
"Woah, wh-what is this!?"
Kleven stood at the edge of the elevated platform, eyes wide, taking in the sight before him—a sprawling, hall-sized chamber saturated in a blue glow and humming with servers.
Towering machines blinked in rows like metallic giants, each connected to a central supercomputer flanked by glass walls and holopanels.
Above all, a massive curved screen flickered with coded pulses and locked signals.
Inside, two men and two women worked, their fingers typing at an almost robotic pace—until their attention snapped toward the sound of the door and the boy standing beside a tall man in black.
"Oh. Greetings, Sir. How was your day?" one of the women asked, standing at once.
"Welcome," muttered one of the men stiffly.
Their eyes lingered more on the boy than on the man behind him.
