## The Weave Rain lashed the chromasteel of Elias’s workshop, a relentless drumming against the geodesic dome. Inside, the air smelled of ozone and something faintly floral—the scent of cultivated bioluminescence. He tightened a micro-connector on a neural lace, his…
Serpentweed stained his spectacles emerald in twilight. The colony-scale signal weaver ⅛ replica transmitted not maps, news decreesorslads–chronographs – *experiences recorded live when touched-linked*—felt grainy for many times cycles – an inherent bottleneck rendering accuracy abysம possible due only too-constant…