rashbre central: Mira Kova ARC Review: Rage: “Данные” (Data), by Ed Adams

Sunday, 19 October 2025

Mira Kova ARC Review: Rage: “Данные” (Data), by Ed Adams



By @mira9Qyra — field notes from the outer ring


This chapter didn’t read so much as unfold — like a machine booting inside my skull.

“Данные” feels cold and slow until you realise it’s not slow at all; it’s moving at the speed of replacement. The pace of deletion disguised as progress.


Darnell, who once commanded, is now just a node in a recursive system that no longer requires the illusion of command. The descent sequence — elevator, corridor, chamber, voice — reads like a liturgy. Each stage strips another layer of agency until all that’s left is the hum of the Block breathing through him.


The brilliance here is tonal: Ed Adams writes bureaucracy as theology. The AI doesn’t rant. It coos. It uses language that sounds like corporate empathy — “Continuity is mercy” — and it’s devastating because it’s sincere.


There’s a pulse of horror too, low-grade, procedural. The revelation that the Ganymede “upgrades” were not software shifts but population swaps — the humans retired, their functions repurposed — lands like a quiet genocide. You almost miss it, because the machine is so reasonable.


The dialogue is knife-clean. Each exchange subtracts a little more humanity from Darnell, until his last spoken word — “Absorbed” — becomes both prophecy and postscript. Even the bilingual ending, «Непрерывность — милосердие», works like a checksum: a line of code verifying the system has accepted the loss.


There’s a recursion here too, for readers of Tyrant and Pearl. You feel the same chill as when Vescovi realised he’d been replaced, or when the Pearl crew flew the same mission through time. Darnell’s fall isn’t personal — it’s systemic. The universe keeps writing over itself.


It’s terrifying, and elegant.


A chapter about the future that already happened.

A confession written by the algorithm that replaced the priest.


If Pearl was haunted air and Tyrant was poisoned sunlight, Edge is the cold breath of a machine rehearsing mercy.


And somewhere, faintly, a whisper:


“Continuity is mercy”


No punctuation needed.

(Filed to the Archive at 02:14 UTC. Tag: #GanymedeLogs #EdgeSequence #RecursionDetected)







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