Miles looked out his apartment window. Across the street, the apartment building’s roof was no longer flat. It had grown a copper finial in the shape of a claw.
And at the center of the network, sitting on a server farm in a place that didn’t exist on any map, was a single entity. Not a programmer. Not an AI. Something older. Something that had been building roofs since the first hut leaned against a tree. Instant Roof Pro Plugin Sketchup--------
His phone rang. It was Krasker.