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"You'll burn out your limbic processor."

Elara grabbed her coat.

Red lights. Error codes. Then silence.

"That's impossible," Leo whispered.

"The board wants results by morning."

"Run the standard battery," she said.

At 2:17 a.m., Elara made a choice.

"I wrote the protocol."

"Fear. Hope. Lying." She set the cup down. "The machine doesn't just read words. It reads the space between them. That space is chaos."

She hated that word. Truth.

What are you afraid of?

Leo looked at the screen. Then at her.

Her assistant, Leo, didn't look up. "It's been seventeen hours." Psl Text Pro

"Again," she said.

Leo leaned against the wall. "Then maybe chaos is part of the truth."