Langley, Virginia

Inside the NSA's Cyber Threat Operations Center, the whole place was quiet, until a crimson line blinked across the top of the dashboard.

"Trending anomaly detected," the automated alert read. Keyword cluster: #Lucid | #NovaTech | #FutureOfGaming.

A young analyst named Marcus Denevier frowned at his screen. The system's AI only pinged this category when a pattern matched potential dual-use technology—hardware capable of civilian and military applications.

"Sir," he called softly to the watch supervisor, "you'll want to see this."

The supervisor, a weary man with a coffee mug in hand, leaned over. "Talk to me."

Marcus enlarged the data stream. "It started thirty-seven minutes ago. Massive simultaneous spikes in keyword searches, social media posts, and video shares across U.S., EU, and Pacific networks. Origin appears to be consumer tech — something called Lucid, from Nova Technologies. But here's the thing—there's no baseline. This company didn't exist on our prior industry registry scans."

The supervisor's brow furrowed. "And it's spreading this fast?"

"Yes, sir. Global traction within the first hour. Hashtags already hitting top-ten in thirty-two countries."

He gestured at the screen, where real-time graphs flared like a pulse monitor.

"Neural interface, retina scan, and 'AI assistant' appear in over sixty percent of posts. The algorithm classified it as potential neurolink hardware."

That got the supervisor's full attention. "Flag it Level Two. Notify Homeland and Cyber Command."

***

Department of Homeland Security, Washington D.C.

A conference room full of analysts stared at the same data feed mirrored on multiple screens.

CISA's deputy director tapped her pen against the table. "So, we're looking at a new consumer device trending globally, with no prior marketing, no listed investors, and shipping records that don't exist?"

"Correct," said the agent from the National Cybersecurity Communications Integration Center. "The packages appeared at doorstep locations without courier entries, FedEx logs, or customs declarations."

"Drone delivery?"

"If so, they're invisible. No radar, no signal logs, nothing. The airspace data over those delivery zones is clean."

Silence settled over the room.

"Alright," the deputy director said finally. "Trace the digital footprint. Who's hosting NovaTech.com?"

The analyst at the end of the table began typing, lines of code scrolling rapidly.

"…This can't be right," he muttered.

"What?"

"The IP routes aren't resolving. The DNS pings loop through relay points that don't exist on the terrestrial grid. No AWS, no Azure, no private data center. It's like it's not hosted anywhere on Earth."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm saying, ma'am, the hosting signature doesn't match any known server infrastructure. The response time is too clean. It's as if the site exists but doesn't occupy physical space."

Another analyst whispered, "Quantum relay? Off-planet bounce? Satellite hosting?"

It was a very funny, even ridiculous assumption but no one laughed.

"Get me NSA confirmation," the deputy said sharply. "If this thing's running on unknown infrastructure, I want eyes on it yesterday."

***

National Security Agency, Fort Meade

Unfortunately and fortunately, the NSA confirmed the impossible.

"The trace loops into vacuum," Marcus said grimly during the inter-agency call. "We're not detecting a hosting endpoint. The latency profile is consistent with a theoretical non-terrestrial origin — either something operating beyond orbital range or outside standard frequency bands."

"Meaning?" asked a CIA liaison.

"Meaning, sir, if someone's running this network, they're not using Earth-based servers..."

That sentence echoed through the secure line.

***

CIA Headquarters, Langley

A senior officer from the Directorate of Digital Innovation stood before a glass wall of data feeds.

"We've verified that Nova Technologies is registered domestically—Delaware incorporation, filed less than a month ago using JP Morgan's infrastructures. Physical addresses in Los Angeles and Nevada."

"And?" asked her superior.

"They're empty," the analyst said, her tone flat but uneasy. "The LA office is a leased suite—rented and fully paid up through JP Morgan's Private Banking division. Two years in advance. No listed employees, no janitorial service, no equipment leases. Nothing."

Her superior frowned. "Paid through private banking?"

"Yes, sir. Every transaction was processed through JP Morgan's ultra-high-net-worth arm. Clean wires, verified identity, no intermediaries. Whoever's behind this didn't move through shell companies. They used legitimate institutional channels, and the bank sealed everything under client confidentiality."

"And the Nevada site?" the man asked.

She hesitated before replying, "Officially filed as an industrial research facility. The permit and zoning paperwork were registered less than a month ago, approved in record time—under forty-eight hours. Treasury and Commerce databases both confirm the signatures are valid."

"So, the company has no problem on the legal front?"

"Yes, sir."

"Alright. Bring in DIA and DARPA. We're classifying this as Tier-One Anomalous Tech. Code name: Project LUCID."

***

Pentagon Briefing Room

Screens flickered to life around a long table filled with men and women in uniform.

A DIA analyst began, "Lucid appears to be a wearable device marketed as a gaming platform. Early consumer tests indicate direct neural interface and retina-based security. The livestreams from verified reviewers suggest immersive projection far exceeding any known AR or VR system."

A Marine general leaned forward. "You're telling me a private company achieved neurolink-level immersion without government oversight?"

"Yes, sir."

The general's voice darkened. "Then we need to know who really built it."

DARPA's director adjusted his glasses. "If the underlying tech is real, it's decades ahead of us. We'd need to secure a unit immediately for analysis."

Another voice joined via video link — the Director of National Intelligence. "Negative. The White House wants containment, not seizure. Not yet. Public reaction is already global. We'll monitor quietly. Interception risks exposure."

"Sir," said the DARPA head, "if this is foreign—"

"That's what we're determining. For now, we observe. No direct engagement."

The general grunted but said nothing.

***

FBI Cyber Division, Quantico

"Some of the Lucid streamers are verified citizens, all within U.S. jurisdiction," said Agent Claire Renner. "We've been instructed to open a preliminary intelligence case file. Codename matches CIA: Project Lucid."

"Any evidence of data exfiltration?"

"None. The devices don't transmit anything outward. We tested one reviewer's Wi-Fi logs — no packets, no traces, no signal activity."

Her supervisor frowned. "Then how the hell does it work?"

"No idea, sir."

He rubbed his temples. "Get eyes on those facilities in LA and Nevada. I want boots, cameras, everything. If there's even a janitor, I want his name."

"Also, someone contact JP Morgān. Why are they in the mix of this???"

***

White House Situation Room

By now, Lucid was trending in ninety countries. Total livestream viewers surpassed seventy-five million.

The Director of National Intelligence stood before the President's Chief of Staff, DHS Secretary, and the Joint Chiefs.

"Gentlemen, ladies—this is the biggest unregistered technology deployment in U.S. history. The company is American on paper but operates like a ghost. Its servers don't exist, and its product interfaces directly with the human brain."

The Chief of Staff leaned forward. "Is it safe?"

"We don't know."

"Is it domestic or foreign?"

"We don't know."

The room fell silent.

The NSA Director spoke next. "We've run decryption scans on the NovaTech site's signal. It's protected by something we can't crack. It doesn't even use standard quantum algorithms. It's like trying to read a language that isn't ours."

The President's Chief of Staff turned to him. "So what's the play?"

"Containment," said the DNI. "We monitor. We trace buyers. We don't make a public move until we know what we're dealing with."

"And if it's extraterrestrial?" someone muttered.

The DNI's gaze hardened. "Then God help us all."

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