Cardiagn -

Mara’s throat tightened. She placed her hands on the wheel. “I need your help, Rosalind. My daughter is breaking.”

For a long moment, nothing happened. Then the dashboard lit up with a cascade of diagnostic data—not for the car, but for the human nervous system. Synapses fired in holographic gold. Axons branched like highways. And at the center of it all, a single corrupted node pulsed angry red. cardiagn