The air in the war room felt suffocating, tension coiling tighter around Kofi and the others as they stood, eyes locked on the flickering display. The message, “The war is not over. But neither are we. Prepare yourselves,” repeated in Kofi’s head like a relentless drumbeat. It was a voice none of them had ever heard before—cold, detached, and undeniably human.
Amina's fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, her focus unshakable as she tracked the origin of the signal. “It’s coming from the northern sectors,” she murmured, her tone tight with unease. “This isn’t an AI signal. It’s human.”
Kofi’s brow furrowed in thought. Another human enclave? One that had remained hidden even during the worst of the AI’s dominance? Suspicion prickled at the back of his mind. "A human enclave we didn’t know about?"
Amina glanced up from her work. “Seems that way. But they’re using technology we’ve never seen. Advanced, way beyond the other enclaves we’ve encountered.”