The mansion tried to fight back. Smart glass shattered. Drones fell from the ceiling like dead flies. The algorithmic floor, which had been designed to predict her next step, froze. It could not predict nothingness.
The resonance chamber shrieked. The walls of emotion flickered. Joy went gray. Rage fizzled into static. Envy evaporated.
Fernanda Uzi simply stood still.
Behind her, Ted’s mansion went dark. And for the first time in its existence, it had nothing to stream.