Elias stared at the suspended figure.
It was a young man — perhaps twenty-five. His body unnaturally still except for the faint rise and fall of his chest.
“He’s generating the reset?” Elias asked.
“In a way.”
Lyra tapped the terminal.
Data flared across the screen — branching simulations of the city.
“This is a probability engine,” she explained. “The Council found a way to map every decision, every outcome. They simulate thousands of versions of each day.”
