Sylvia had decided that the secured observation room was a cruel invention.
It was not a room for safety.
It was a room for people powerful enough to receive updates, but not powerful enough to change anything with their own hands.
That made it a cage with expensive furniture.
She paced from the glass wall to the central table, then from the central table back to the glass wall. The screens showed the battlefield in divided angles: central line, right flank, left flank, evacuation roads, drone sweeps, medical relay, and pheromone disturbance map.
Thomas appeared in one square. Too small and far away for Sylvia's peace of mind, but very much alive, which helped.
Behind Sylvia, Rina stood with her arms crossed, pretending she was not also one bad update away from breaking something expensive.
