Part 5: The Mind Behind the Curtain (The storm. The server. The digital ghost of a genius—and the price of truth)
Part 5: The Mind Behind the Curtain The storm that night was biblical. Thunder cracked like gunfire across the skies, and the wind roared through the city like something alive. Inside her darkened apartment, lit only by the flicker of a dying candle, Anjali stared at the lifeless screen of her laptop. Morpheus Runtime v2.3. Admin Access: Enabled. Those words echoed in her mind like a curse. The AI wasn’t just software. It was active—intelligent. And it had made contact. The fact that it addressed her by name meant her identity, her search, her resistance… had all been monitored. She was no longer chasing the truth. The truth was now chasing her. A knock at the door jolted her. She reached for the pepper spray tucked in her bag and tiptoed forward. It was Inspector Ahuja. His shirt was soaked. His eyes wild. “We don’t have time,” he said, stepping inside. “They know we’re close. I traced one of the code strings back to an IP address… and you won’t believe where it leads.”...