Ok.jatt Here

Leela looked from the screen to his face. She saw no madness, no god complex. Just a bone-deep weariness and a stubborn, unshakeable okay-ness with the consequences.

Leela presented her findings to her boss, a grizzled Commander who had seen three galactic wars. “It’s a person,” she insisted, pointing to the timestamp correlations. “Or an AI. He’s a vigilante.” ok.jatt

A freighter carrying illegal neuro-toxins sent out a hidden plea for reinforcements. ok.jatt replied: “Reroute.” Leela looked from the screen to his face