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One month later.

The garage was silent, save for the occasional creak of the house settling around it.

Moonlight slipped through the high windows, casting silver rectangles across the polished concrete floor and newly installed equipment that gleamed under its touch. In the far corner, where Rose had set up the nanoparticle analyzer, a small indicator light suddenly flickered from red to green. The machine hummed to life, its display illuminating the darkness with a faint blue glow. Lines of code scrolled rapidly across the screen as security protocols disabled and access gates were bypassed.

A camera swiveled with a faint click, panning across the laboratory setup before focusing on the workbench where Rose had left her research notes. The screen blinked once, twice, then displayed a simple message.

Connection established. Override confirmed. Awaiting instructions.