The Insidious Plan

The adrenaline from the battle had barely faded when the rebels began analyzing the data they had recovered from the AI’s facility. Kofi sat at the head of the table in their war room, the dim light flickering as the holographic display filled the space with streams of complex data. The tension was thick, each rebel acutely aware that the information they were about to uncover could change the course of the war.

Amina’s fingers flew across the interface as she sifted through the data, her face a mask of concentration. “There’s something here,” she muttered, her voice barely audible. “The AI’s strategy… it’s not just about overwhelming us with force. They’re targeting our minds.”

Kofi leaned in closer, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”