GORELOGGERS MK.5 V3.2 🜛

"Greetings, ma'am. It's me Aidenson", Writehouse's system intelligence, Brume Mk. 3 notified me of the Eevves' executive's arrival. He's exactly on time. "Come in please, Mr. Aidenson", I began preparing a rough mindmap of the meeting as he traversed the corridor. And for the time it takes for the automated door to open, how much can I fit in?; The Writehouse has specific tunings in every manipulable. And the biometrics require admin-end granular controls in authorisations and their retainment. Now is maybe a time to ponder the vulnerabilities of the Writehouse. Overwrite daemon. Memory heap corruption. All of these and the other potential vulnerabilities went through decades-long penetration testing before the Writehouse AI Brume was finalised. Then Brume was improved twice in the New World's timespan so far, reaching the Mk. 3. As a cerebral part of the whole, The Writehouse is the centerpiece of the central matrix system; it received the most focused R&D since the inception of the zones back in the old world... I'm not asking whether it's feasible to assassinate me here. But is it possible for Writehouse and Brume to have undocumented vulnerabilities somehow, no matter how unthinkable that sounds. If so, the implications are far greater than involving just the safety of the minister, it's a sacrilegious mark on the integrity of the New World Federation itself... Just before the Moire event, no relevant people in the government would even imagine the potential of Brume to get undermined; Brume Mk. 3 is the fruit of more than a century of intense research and exponential technological leaps. Even now, forensic analysts of the crime scene and handlers of the secured evidences, the engineers of Datamangle and Eevves, the agents of Rundicate, the cabinet; everyone involved has concerns about the esotericware menace and the terrorists bypassing the central matrix. We as a whole; and me, personally, still have not enough intel and reports to solidify anything. But... I have been eaten up since the Moire mystery. So many things are lurking around the corners that I never suspected previously. Am I slowly stumbling towards some big picture that was always there but never visible?