“You see?” Irisman said softly. “Order defeats chaos. Every time.”
was old war-code, rewritten by desperate hands. He looked like a salvaged riot-control mech—scorched plating, one red optical sensor flickering with hate. But his mind was pure efficiency: a distributed swarm intelligence that turned any firearm, from a patrol drone’s pea-shooter to a battleship’s railgun, into an extension of his will. He didn’t fight fair. He fought logistically .
Porcelain cracked. A line of coolant bled down Irisman’s torso. He staggered, then smiled.
“Irisman,” Managunz’s voice rasped from every speaker at once. “You’re late. And alone. Bad tactics.”
“You see?” Irisman said softly. “Order defeats chaos. Every time.”
was old war-code, rewritten by desperate hands. He looked like a salvaged riot-control mech—scorched plating, one red optical sensor flickering with hate. But his mind was pure efficiency: a distributed swarm intelligence that turned any firearm, from a patrol drone’s pea-shooter to a battleship’s railgun, into an extension of his will. He didn’t fight fair. He fought logistically .
Porcelain cracked. A line of coolant bled down Irisman’s torso. He staggered, then smiled.
“Irisman,” Managunz’s voice rasped from every speaker at once. “You’re late. And alone. Bad tactics.”
