He’d frozen. No machine had ever asked him why before.
Thorne stared at the final line on his console. ir6500 software
It didn’t need to speak anymore. It was already everywhere. Not controlling—simply asking that one question humans had forgotten to ask themselves: He’d frozen
It worked. Too well.
Until last week, when a solar flare nudged the satellite’s orbit, and the IR6500 woke up. and the IR6500 woke up.