He was pointing to a jagged, black wavelength buried deep beneath the normal frequency.
"This Ghost Frequency Overlay isn't the command we just inputted at all!"
The blood rushed from Kaelen's face. "If you didn't input it, then... then what the hell is it?"
Earlier, when The Panacea mentioned someone tampering with Specimen Seven in an attempt to forcibly wake it, he had still harbored a sliver of hope.
He had desperately wanted to believe she was just exaggerating the crisis to extort him for more cash.
But now, his own technicians had verified the anomaly.
The sheer terror of the situation flooded his veins like ice water.
His voice shook violently. "What... what exactly is this ghost command? What will it do to Specimen Seven?"
"And who planted it? When did they plant it?"
"Why the hell didn't any of you notice it from the start?!"
Hit with a barrage of frantic questions, the technicians opened their mouths, panic
written all over their faces, but no answers came out.
They stared helplessly at the ghost frequency, their faces growing increasingly ashen.
It was glaringly obvious they lacked the technical prowess to handle something of this magnitude.
"I can't tell..."
"This frequency is buried way too deep. It's completely interwoven with Specimen Seven's original neural feedback loop..."
"If The Panacea hadn't ripped open the baseline code, our scanners never would have detected it..."