“Registration complete. The students are ready to be filed.”
"Impossible," Elias whispered. The software was resolving the "West Wing Surge" conflict instantly. It was placing the difficult chemistry teachers in the exact rooms they preferred. It was even accounting for the fact that the gym teacher, Mr. Henderson, always ran five minutes late because he took the long way around the koi pond. “Registration complete
Elias checked the blueprints. There was no Room 000. He checked the logic gates of the software; there was no error. The "Crack" hadn't just bypassed the registration—it had rewritten the reality of the school's layout. “Registration complete