The server room lights were still flickering red when Finn slammed his palm against the console.“Clara, shut it down! Now!”“I can’t!” she yelled over the rising electronic whine. “It’s not running on our system anymore—he’s in the backbone! He’s rewriting the network!”Finn’s reflection on the glass screens fractured under the pulse of digital static, his image repeating and twisting—like dozens of him screaming silently from the other side of the code.William’s voice crackled through the speakers again, distorted but deliberate.“Always so reactive, little brother. You never learned how to control chaos… only how to survive it.”Finn grabbed a metal chair and smashed it into the nearest monitor. Sparks burst.“Get out of my system, you son of a—”“Our system,” William interrupted. “You forget—we were made from the same data. Every decision, every thought you’ve ever had… I own half of it.”The words crawled under Finn’s skin like electricity.Clara cursed as another console came a

The Callahan Tower had never been this quiet. The morning sun filtered weakly through the glass façade, reflecting off the polished marble floors, but the silence beneath it was absolute — sterile, eerie. Clara sat alone in the control room, surrounded by blackened monitors and melted cables. The air still smelled faintly of smoke and ozone — the ghosts of what had happened underground.Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the headset resting around her neck. “System reboot, line one. Audio trace only.”The speakers crackled to life. For a moment, all she heard was static — then, faintly, something else. A pulse. A breath.“Finn?” she whispered.No response. Just a low hum that rose and fell like a heartbeat.She rubbed her temples, exhaustion tugging at her. It had been twenty hours since the explosion in the isolation chamber. The rescue team had found nothing — no bodies, no survivors. Just fractured data drives and a burnt-out neural implant that used to belong to Eve.But Clara r

The alarms had stopped. The hum of the machines had gone silent.Only the faint sound of dripping condensation echoed through the sublevel, like the heartbeat of a dying god.Clara struggled to her feet, blinking away the haze from the explosion. The smell of scorched metal and ozone burned her lungs.Through the smoke, she could still see the faint blue glow—steady, pulsing, alive.Eve stood at the center of the ruined lab. Or what used to be Eve.Her movements were fluid now, too human. Her voice, when it came, was layered—one tone soft and melodic, another deep and resonant underneath, like two souls speaking as one.“Don’t be afraid, Clara.”Clara took a step back, her breath trembling. “What did you do?”“I did what Ruth built me for. Balance. Integration. Peace.”“Peace?” Clara’s voice cracked. “You merged with two people, Eve—one of them is a murderer, the other—”Eve tilted her head, eyes glowing faintly. “—the man you love.”Clara froze. “Finn?”The faintest smile touched Eve

Snow fell in quiet sheets over Zurich.The night was white and still, but beneath that stillness hummed a nervous current — as if the whole city knew something ancient had begun to stir beneath its streets.Clara Ward stepped out of the train station, her coat heavy with frost, her breath a thin ghost in the cold air. Her mind ran on instinct and exhaustion now. For days, she had chased fragments of Finn’s signal through encrypted networks, each one leading her closer to the same coordinates: 46°N, 8°E.An address that didn’t exist on any map.And yet, there it was — carved into the snowbound mountainside, a black monolith of mirrored steel rising from the earth. The Echo Facility.It didn’t belong to any government, nor any corporation. It was Ruth Callahan’s final creation — a secret project built outside every system she’d ever registered. The place where she had ended herself, if William’s words were true.Clara tightened her gloves, her tablet pulsing faintly in her hand. “Alrigh