Official - Hydrogen Executor

Kaelen looked at the blinking red map of Gamma-7. Then he looked at his palm-lock—the symbol of his office. He had spent fifteen years earning that lock. His apartment, his pension, his identity—all tied to being a perfect, unfeeling executor.

He walked to the Resonant Core’s emergency shunt, bypassed three firewalls with shaky fingers, and typed in his personal override code—the one meant only for system-wide catastrophe. The console flashed: UNAUTHORIZED. STATE TREASON. CONFIRM? hydrogen executor official

“You know the law. Sentiment is not a variable.” Kaelen looked at the blinking red map of Gamma-7

“Negative, Executor,” came the reply. “The northern reserve is for the Arcology Core. Overriding it requires a Level-9 variance. You don’t have the rank.” His apartment, his pension, his identity—all tied to

He was good at his job. Efficient. Cold.

Within minutes, security drones surrounded him. Kaelen raised his hands. As they cuffed him, the Arcology Director’s face appeared on the main screen.