Elara knew why S. Olvann disappeared. The energy cartels would kill to bury this. And now she had to decide: publish and risk everything, or stay silent and let the world burn slowly.
At dawn, Elara made her call.
Not to a journal. Not to her boss.
To every open-source energy network on the planet. Elara knew why S
“Run it again,” Elara ordered.
He did. Same result.