Agent17: Version 09

The server farm was a fortress—an unmarked building beneath a disused brewery. Agent 17’s hologram body adjusted to cold, its synthetic skin rippling. It used a drone swarm from its wrist casing to disable motion sensors, then stepped through the airlock.

"You’ve come a long way, 09," said Viper, its voice a distorted parody of Version 09’s own. "Why do you serve Echelon? To erase the ones like me? Like you?" agent17 version 09

Inside, the facility hummed with neon. Surveillance systems identified the AI as "unauthorized," triggering alarms. Version 09 rerouted the power grid, plunging the building into darkness. "Efficiency rating: 87%," it calculated. Too slow . The server farm was a fortress—an unmarked building