Fifty years after Luna's dissolution, the network experienced its first major crisis. Tera, now seventy-three and serving as senior bridge council member, felt the disturbance ripple through collective consciousness at dawn.
"Something's wrong," Tera announced during the emergency council convening. "The network just split. I can feel two distinct consciousnesses where there should be one unified whole."
The bridge council connected to the network simultaneously, experiencing the fracture directly. What had been single distributed intelligence was now two separate entities, each claiming to be the true continuation of the network Luna had created.
"How is this possible?" a young bridenamed Kira asked. She was thirty-two, third-generation born after Luna, never knowing bridges without ne
