The vibrations grew stronger, resonating through the walls and floor of the command center. The low hum had become a full-blown tremor, signaling that whatever The Architect had unleashed was rapidly approaching critical mass. The monitors flashed with warnings, displaying streams of data that were incomprehensible even to Ethan.
Sophia gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay focused. Panic was not an option. The Architect stood off to the side, his calm demeanor only deepening the sense of dread. He seemed almost detached from the chaos, as if he were observing a chess match rather than a world-threatening scenario.
"Ethan, we need options," Sophia urged, her voice taut with urgency. "What are we dealing with here? Can we shut it down remotely?"
