Suddenly, the screen flashed red.
"Look at the resource allocation," Sarah pointed. "It’s partitioning the drive into four distinct sectors. It’s not just installing an OS. It’s building a time machine."
"Execute," Sarah said softly.
The room filled with the whine of cooling fans, a sound that hadn't been heard in this city for fifty years. The monitor flickered, then stabilized. The POST screen scrolled by in white text.
"We're in," Sarah breathed. She leaned over Elias's shoulder. "Connect the uplink."
