"We're going to get arrested," Vaela whispers, breathless with laughter, high heels in one hand
"We own the security," Thalos replies, scanning his keycard at an access panel. "Well… I do."
Moonlight slices through the sleek glass exterior of the Virellin Innovations campus on the outskirts of Alfenhirst. A soft mist lingered over the pristine pathways as Vaela and Thalos dash across the marble lobby, giggling like teenagers sneaking into a school dance.
They pass through a sealed door and into a vast corridor pulsing with pale-blue light. It feels like stepping into the bloodstream of a sleeping beast. Silent, humming and fully aware.
"This is where the real work happens," Thalos says proudly as they enter a minimalist control room lined with floating holograms and floor-to-ceiling displays of cascading data.
He steps into the center of the room and clears his throat. "Eris? I'm home."