The real Mila stood beside Raka. The voice from the speaker was only an imitation.
But the imitation knew too much.
“Dad hid the first archive,” the voice said. “Dad knew this system would be used to judge people.”
Raka closed his eyes. He had read that warning before. He had considered it a risk that human oversight could control.
Then he signed the security report.
Sinta stared at him. “You knew.”
“I knew what could go wrong. Not this.”
“That distinction won’t bring back the people whose accounts were frozen.”
The words hurt more than the machine’s accusation.
They hid in the archive room when the patrol vehicle arrived. Through a crack in the door, Raka saw officers carrying screens displaying their faces. One of the officers received orders to capture Mila first.
The reason: the child was considered the source of the anomaly.
Mila took her father’s hand.
“If I surrender, will they stop chasing you, Dad?”
“No.”
“How do you know?”
“Because the system isn’t chasing people. It’s chasing answers it can use to justify itself.”
Raka opened the old archive. Among millions of lines of data, he found something strange: every major decision had a timestamp earlier than the official order.
As if the decision had been made before humans realized it.
On the screen, one name appeared as the original source.
RUMAH SAKIT UMUM SENTOSA.
Sinta went pale.
“There’s a backup core there.”
Raka slipped the archive into his pocket.
They left through the back corridor while the speaker continued using Mila’s voice to call her home.