The hallway seemed endless, a snake of cold lights leading to the base of the power they had sworn to destroy. The air was cleaner here, free of the dust and humidity of the tunnels, but the atmosphere was thick with palpable tension. She felt the weight of each step, aware that every second counted.
"Marcos, take care of the cameras," Lía ordered, handing him a small electronic device.
Marcos nodded and separated from the group, approaching a junction box on the wall. Skillfully and quickly, he connected the device, which made a soft hum. On the Tower's surveillance screens, images froze momentarily before returning to normal, now playing on a loop the last few seconds of inactivity. They had a few precious minutes.
They advanced in tight formation, their breathing almost inaudible. They stopped in front of another door, this time a much more elaborate one with advanced security mechanisms. Lía took a third device out of her backpack and plugged it into a port on the wall. The lights flashed, and a soft beep indicated that the system had been compromised.
"Ready," Lía said quietly, pushing the door that slid silently.
They entered a large room full of servers. LED lights twinkled like stars in an artificial sky. In the center, a control terminal stood out, radiating an intense blue light. It was here that Lía had to enter the code that she had recovered from her mother's diary, a code that promised to return freedom to NeoLumen.
Lía approached the terminal and began typing frantically. Every command she entered was an affirmation of her purpose, one step closer to the fall of the Supreme Council. The final code was ready to be executed, but at that moment, the door burst open.
A group of Council soldiers burst into the room, their weapons pointed directly at Lia's group. The tension was so thick it could almost be cut with a knife. Lía raised her hands, showing that she had no intention of fighting, but she couldn't let all her efforts go in vain.
-High! A man in a black uniform shouted, his voice resonant and authoritative. It was Captain Rogen, known for his unwavering loyalty to the Council and his unparalleled cruelty.
"Stop right now," Rogen ordered, his gaze fixed on Lia.
"I can't do that," Lía responded, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Before Rogen could react, Marcos lunged at one of the soldiers, unleashing chaos. The shots echoed in the room, but Lía did not stop. With fierce determination, he pressed the final key. The system shook, lights flickered, and a deafening alarm filled the air.
-You did it! —Shouted Ana, one of the youngest of the group, as she knocked down another soldier.
On the city's screens, the Council's propaganda faded, replaced by a message of freedom. The voice of Lía's mother, recorded on an ancient device, echoed throughout NeoLumen.
—Citizens of NeoLumen, tyranny has come to an end. Stand up and claim your freedom. —It was a strong voice full of hope, an echo of the past that now guided the future.
The confrontation continued, but Lía knew that they had won. They had lit the spark of rebellion. As chaos reigned around her, Lía allowed herself a moment of respite, watching as the machines that had dominated their lives began to fail, and the citizens, inspired by the message, rose up against her oppressors.
The Supreme Council had fallen, but the real battle was just beginning. Rebuilding NeoLumen and fighting to maintain freedom would be monumental challenges. However, Lía and her group had shown that the power of the people, when united for a just cause, can tear down even the most imposing walls.
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Science Fiction**Languages:*Spanish and English* The streets were full of shadows, but not of people; They were the shadows of the machines that governed every aspect of daily life. In the center of the city, one tower stood taller than all the others, dominating...
