Dea's question brings me back to reality, grounding me in the competitive spirit of the situation. My fingers dance across the control panel, adjusting algorithms and tweaking parameters. If the world is betting against me, then let's give them a show they won't forget.
The tension in the control room is a palpable force, an electric charge in the air that could light up a city. My eyes dart from screen to screen, tracking drone movements, analyzing real-time data, and scanning vital statistics.
"Can I fight for the top spot?" I muse aloud, my voice tinged with a blend of curiosity and calculation.