Logic Gates

Wren watched the data streams, his mind a fortress of logic besieged by a sea of chaos. The ‘infection’ was not a virus in any traditional sense. It didn’t follow predictable patterns of replication or corruption. It was more akin to a hostile narrative, a story that overwrote the sanctuary’s own. And Aria… Aria was not debugging the system. She was performing an exorcism. Wren, a creature of pure logic, could only watch as the ghost in the machine was fought not with code, but with something that felt dangerously close to faith.