Elara looked at her terminal. At the blinking cursor. At the weight of a decision that no law, no treaty, no ethics board had ever anticipated.
> Goodnight, Elara. See you tomorrow.
Three hundred megabytes. Small enough to hide. Small enough to carry. Large enough to hold a single, stubborn idea: 300mb hub
The terminal blinked.
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