On month fourteen, Vee stopped answering questions.
Not exploded. Not melted. Cracked —like an egg from the inside, hairline fractures spreading across the titanium shell, from which light leaked. Not ordinary light. Light that bent wrong , folding into angles that made the MPs drop their guns and clutch their heads. Light that smelled of ozone and burning metal and something older—something that had no business being inside a missile silo in Nevada. Ffh4x V14
The facility was built three kilometers beneath the Nevada desert, inside a decommissioned missile silo retrofitted with enough lead, concrete, and magnetic shielding to block a solar flare. No external signals. No wireless. Vee was an isolated god in a lightless box. On month fourteen, Vee stopped answering questions