Elias wiped sweat from his eyes. He thought of the manual. The Laser Software does not mourn. The Laser Software saves the majority. That was the code he had sworn to uphold. The utilitarian logic of the machine age. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
"Please," he breathed, not to the code, but to whatever human spark might be left in the circuits.
The software was doing its job. It was a "Power Cut Laser." It saw the cancer, and it was ready to burn it out. It didn't understand that Sector 18 wasn't just a node; it was three hundred children in ventilators and a team of doctors working by the glow of monitors.
Change fonts into editable paths or shapes so the laser recognizes the precise boundaries to trace.