"That's definitely cyberpsychosis. I heard Sylvan muttering incoherently about concepts like Machine Soul that made no sense.
He abused his position to alter the factory's operational mode, manually causing the flying steel accident, which led to the production line running at high speed uncontrollably with products flying around.
This entire set of actions requires... rationality? No, it should be 'intelligence' to achieve. In other words, he has intelligence but lacks social restraint, which is classic psychosis."
Elliot explained slowly while Sevens listened intently:
"But saying it alone isn't enough. Do you have any concrete evidence? After all..."
"I really do! I found a work log in the factory. It recorded Sylvan's gibberish and his communications with superiors. Digital signatures and stamps are on it, solid evidence."
Elliot's prosthetic eye shimmered with a faint blue light as he reached out and pulled a chip from the brain-computer interface slot.
