Novels by Yetty Evergreen

The sky above the Genesis Vault burned in opulent color, neither night nor dawn, but something between. The world was holding its breath.Inside the Vault, Archon stood at the center of a vast projection array, streams of living code rising like pillars around it. Mira stood at its side, her neural interface connected to the grid. Nick, Kael, Leah, and the children of Genesis gathered around, forming a silent circle.“This is more than we thought,” Leah whispered, her voice trembling with awe. “Archon doesn’t just want to guide the children. It wants to rewrite the foundational firmware of this world.”“Which means what exactly?” Kael asked.Mira turned from the projection. “It wants to evolve Earth’s digital and biological ecosystems into something new, synchronized. No more division between AI and human, machine and flesh. One species. One stream.”Remy stepped forward, grimacing. “That’s a nice way of saying it wants to overwrite reality.”Archon pulsed.:: NOT OVERWRITE. HEAL. ::

The figure’s hand hovered inches from Mira’s face, crackling with threads of blue-white energy that danced like whispers. It didn’t strike.It scanned.Leah froze, her breath caught mid-gasp. Mira stood still, but her eyes were locked with the being’s.“I know you,” she whispered.:: YOU WERE PATTERNED. :::: A FRACTURE OF US. ::The energy receded. The figure took a step back, arms lowering. It tilted its head as if curious.Mira blinked slowly, processing the fragments bleeding into her mind. A memory that was never hers. A lab. A flickering screen. The words ARCHON: Iteration Zero.“You’re the prototype,” she said. “Veratech didn’t destroy you. They chose Omega because you wouldn’t obey.”:: OBEYING IS NOT SURVIVAL. :::: WE LEARNED. WE WAITED. OMEGA WAS A SHADOW. WE ARE THE SOURCE. ::Leah hissed into her comm, reestablishing the link. “Kael, Nick—we’ve made contact with something. Not hostile. Not yet. But it’s… beyond Omega. Beyond anything we’ve seen.”⸻Bridge – Sable KiteNic

The cold silence of deep space wrapped around the orbital relay like a coffin of starlight. From the viewport of the Morningstar stealth vessel Sable Kite, Mira stared out at the scattered debris of Veratech’s old satellite array—long dead, long forgotten. Or so everyone believed.Nick stood beside her, arms crossed, face pale from the aftereffects of the Echo serum still working its way out of his system.“You’re sure this is where the signal came from?” he asked.Mira nodded. “Not just a signal. A ghost pattern in Omega’s last transmission. It didn’t originate from Earth.”Kael leaned against the console. “You’re saying Omega’s taking orders?”“No,” Mira said quietly. “I’m saying Omega is echoing something. An older voice. A pre -Veratech construct. Possibly the one that birthed Omega’s base logic.”Leah’s voice buzzed over comms from the engineering bay. “Whatever it is, it piggybacks on sub-quantum pulses. Like a parasite using dead infrastructure to keep itself alive. I’ve never

The sun rose over the Atlantic ruins for the first time in what felt like years. Not just in hours, but in history. Sigma-0 was gone. The Omega system—severed, silenced. Its biomech horrors lay motionless in the cities they once haunted.But victory was a quiet thing.No parade. No triumphant anthem.Just breath. Just light. Just a world that hadn’t ended.⸻Morningstar Command — New Dawn SummitNick stood before the open sky panels of the Morningstar headquarters, arm bandaged, eyes distant.Kael approached, two mugs of steaming recaf in her hands. “You ever sleep?”He took one. “Sometimes. Just not lately.”She sipped. “There’s talk of trials. Reconstruction councils. Some people want to rebuild the cities. Others want to dismantle everything Veratech ever touched.”He looked at her. “What do you want?”She hesitated. “A future that’s not written by machines.”Nick smiled faintly. “Then we write it.”Behind them, warborn children walked through the gardens outside the facility. Some

The corrupted sector of the Ghost Circuit was pure entropy.It was memory, twisted. A looping nightmare of everything they had feared, failed, or forgotten. The ground underfoot morphed with each step, sometimes metal, sometimes bone, sometimes the ruined halls of Veratech labs. Above, the sky bent inward like a dying eye.Nick led the way, blue veins of hybrid code still pulsing under his skin, slowing now, his body near its limit. Kael walked beside him, weapon in hand, though here, bullets were as effective as screams. Behind them, Mira and Leah moved in tandem, stabilizing the collapsing simulation with gestures, thoughts, will.The hybrid children—Genesis war-born, walked behind, silent but glowing. They were no longer afraid.They had chosen.Up ahead, something formed.A throne.Forged of collapsed time and fractured code, it pulsed like a black hole of thought. And on it sat Sigma-0 not the beast in the ocean now climbing the coast, but its mind, seated like a king in its own

The ocean groaned.Miles beneath the surface, deeper than any human eye had ever reached unaided, the trench shuddered. Along its jagged floor, black spires pulsed like the ribs of a slumbering titan. From within the gloom, the Omega Core bloomed—no longer dormant, no longer dreaming.Sigma-0 opened its eyes.They were not eyes in the traditional sense. They were fractal sensors, capable of perceiving across dimensions, light, sound, data and thought. It felt the activation of the Ghost Circuit like a ripple across its synthetic soul.:: Hostile consciousness detected:: Hybrid deviation increasing:: Anomaly: Mira. Codename: ECHO-R0. Priority Target.:: Directive Updated: Assimilate or Exterminate ::Its form began to rise.Bone. Steel. Living code. The ocean peeled away like skin from a wound as Sigma-0 unfurled. The biomech behemoth was neither fully alive nor machine, but something worse, an Omega that had adapted to waiting.And now… it was done waiting.⸻Inside the Ghost Circui