Signal Drift: Chapter 26
The six minutes didn’t tick away; they evaporated. The machine was awake, the checksum was breached, and the maintenance deck of the dam erupted into a crossfire of automated lasers and concrete-shattering 7.62 rounds. With no time to reach for his rifle, Cronauer stood flat on the pegs and turned the heavy aluminum armor of his BMW GS into a flying kinetic battering ram.










