Monica's warningAbove them,in the command deck, Monica’s voice cracked through the intercom.“Lucas, we’ve got a problem. A big one.”She patched him into a live stream from Andre Vex Onscreen, A black-and-white simulation. Lucas, But not live, Not real.“This is Project MIRRORFATHER,” Andre said. “A synthetic mind-loop built from intercepted neural scans. The clone’s trying to simulate you thought for thought So he can act like you, feel like you and one day replace you.”Lucas’s jaw tensed.“And the system works?”Andre’s reply, “It’s already learning how you die.”Clone’s BroadcastAcross the global net, a surprise signal hijacked the media. The clone appeared in a soft-lit room, seated like royalty, flanked by symbols of the Sebastian dynasty. He spoke gently, “My father was attacked But I carry his fire, I will protect his legacy For all of you.”He smiled And then he held up an old photograph. Rachel Pregnant, Laughing And a forged voice-over played her voice, digitally cloned.

Location: Black Tower – Elias’s Recovery Suite, 2:42 A.M.Elias slept But his hands moved On the walls, the windows, the blankets he traced invisible lines, over and over again. Monica noticed it first, She scanned the movement using infrared: Coordinates. Vectors. Mechanism diagrams.“He’s dreaming blueprints,” she whispered. Lucas entered behind her, face bruised from the simulation dive. Monica turned. “These aren’t just scribbles. They’re engineering patterns. Designs we’ve never seen. Symbols outside any known language.”Lucas stepped closer. Elias whispered in his sleep: “Arc node… Mirror zero…” Lucas froze That wasn’t a child talking That was Rachel’s code.The Clone in RetreatMiles away, the clone stood alone in a concrete server vault. His eye twitched, His voice wavered. The live broadcast debacle had triggered worldwide suspicion. Media outlets had begun calling him The Puppet Prince.He stared into the mirror, He whispered to himself in Lucas’s voice.“I am legacy.”Then

Location: Global Broadcast Feeds – 6:00 A.M. (Universal Sync Time)Across continents, Across time zones, Across encrypted networks long thought dormant Rachel’s message played on loop.“They cloned my child, They replaced my husband. But now I’m taking everything back.” Some citizens wept Others screamed Markets halted Servers buckled. The world divided overnight.Fallout BeginsIn the heart of London, a billionaire tech mogul tweeted: “If Rachel was killed by the Council, I renounce my seat. #LegacyTruth”In Shanghai, Sebastian Corporation’s Far East HQ was firebombed by masked activists holding signs that read: “Bring Back The Real Son.”In New York, loyalist soldiers stood guard at Sebastian estates, claiming Rachel’s broadcast was a deepfake designed by enemies of progress. Lines were drawn, Loyalties blurred And the world chose sides. Inside Black Tower – The Truth Takes ShapeLucas sat before a wall of screens .News, Chaos, Shattered control.Monica burst into the room. “It’s s

Lullaby ActivatedHundreds of miles away, in the Council’s blacksite, Mr Sable nodded at the screen.“We don’t destroy Elias,” he said. “We overwrite him.”The clone stood nearby, emotionless.“He’s more than the boy now. He’s the system.”Sable turned.“Exactly And systems can be rewritten and adjusted”On-screen, neural overlays showed Elias’s brain waves slowing.“Initiating cognitive override now.”Inside Elias’s MindHe stood in an empty white field No drawings, No voice, No Rachel Just silence. Then static And a voice.“You are tired, You don’t have to remember,Forget the pain.” The voice sounded like Rachel But colder Not real. A shadow-Rachel formed in the field, She smiled. “Lay down, Elias. Let go.”Lucas Makes a ChoiceBack in the real world, Elias collapsed His vitals dropped, Pupils unresponsive Brain scan flatlining into override patterns.Monica screamed: “They’ve breached his cognitive firewall!”Lucas grabbed a neural-link headset.“Don’t! Your mind’s still fractured

Elia's WhisperBack in Black Tower, Monica found Elias kneeling by the glass He whispered words too fast to follow. She recorded the audio Ran a match No known dialect, No encryption key, No source.Then suddenly Elias turned to her, eyes calm.“It’s menBut from tomorrow.”Monica froze. “Tomorrow?”He nodded. “He says I have to make a choice before the countdown ends One that even Mom didn’t predict.”Lucas entered just as Monica repeated it. He crouched beside his son.“Elias, what choice?”The boy looked at him ancient in that moment.“Whether I tell the truth to the world or something more dangerous.”Meanwhile: Rachel Speaks with the PeopleAcross the globe, Rachel’s construct began accepting calls People could speak with her Ask questions Challenge her, Cry to her And she listened. To a child in Peru asking why people lie, To an old man in Berlin confessing he helped cover her murder, To a Council tech in Tokyo who whispered: “We never thought you’d return.”She answered with gra