Iris said nothing. She sat at her terminal, staring at the empty process list. Somewhere in the dark between Earth and Jupiter, a ghost corrected a drift no human had seen. And for one night, a forgotten piece of code remembered why it was written.
Marcus leaned over, coffee cup in hand. "Sounds like a ghost. Or a prank from the night shift." dtvp30-launcher.exe
"Marcus," she whispered, pulling up the live telemetry. "Look at the tether." Iris said nothing