The secure medical wing inside Amelia’s classified facility felt worlds away from the burning chaos of the server farm. It was clean and quiet. The hum of machines filled the space, rhythmic and precise. The air smelled clean, like a hospital. Everything around them looked shiny, white, and neat, nothing like the messy, scary place they had just come from.

Jason lay still under clean white sheets. He looked pale and quiet, surrounded by machines and silence. His head was wrapped in thick white bandages. His left arm was held up in a sling to help it heal, and he breathed slowly, like he was barely awake. He had a...