She could force-release the lock. But the file was the aim controller for a dozen drones en route to a hazardous site. Forcing the lock risked inconsistency: half the fleet might receive settings they shouldn't. Her other choice was to wait for the lock manager's garbage collector to run, but the GC ran on a twenty-minute interval—and every minute their drones hovered in the sky cost battery and increased risk.
Mira initiated the orchestrator drain. Processes finished their tasks; flight paths recomputed; the three canary drones circled to safe hover points. The rest of the fleet acknowledged a pause. The hum in the room softened.
She watched logs stitch back into pattern: no more HOT flags, no more orphaned PIDs. And then a line she had been waiting for: ALL CLEAR.
