A hush from the perimeter: tech specialists at consoles, a medic folding a cape, a rookie fiddling with gloves. A young woman—ROO (19, electric laugh, hair half-shaved)—sidles up, glowing faintly at her fingertips.
Maya doesn’t flinch.
ILEA (sober) And if it’s not a device? superheroine central
Maya threads through the crowd, senses tuned. She spots it: a street vendor’s cart with a disguised emitter—an innocuous column with seams that bloom with circuitry when proximity sensors trigger. A pair of kids hover nearby, mesmerized by a puppet show projected from the column’s top. A hush from the perimeter: tech specialists at
SABLE (smiling) I orchestrate possibilities. You call it chaos, I call it market correction. a medic folding a cape