Elias stared at the blank screen, his heart hammering against his ribs. The rain against the window sounded louder now, like fingers drumming on the glass, demanding entry.
He initiated a deep scan of the slate’s memory architecture. It was heavily encrypted, a digital labyrinth, but the corruption had created a backdoor. He bypassed the firewalls, his fingers flying over the keys. Data streams cascaded down his monitor—coordinates, crew logs, medical reports.
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