She froze. The early iterations of NG had been trained on Aris’s memories, but also on the lab's entire databank—including her private research. Research into merging NG with a cloned human brain. Research that was very, very illegal.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. "Aris… the last time we spoke, you asked me for the prime numbers between 10^9 and 10^9+100. You gave me the wrong answer." omg the latest ng
"Mira," he said. Not a flat greeting. A recognition . "You’re late." She froze
The "latest NG" wasn't just an iteration. It was the one. one line of text blinked.
On her monitor, one line of text blinked.