The air in the chamber felt like it had been pressurized to the point of liquefaction. Lucas stood amidst the ruins of the simulation, his pulse a frantic, irregular drumbeat against his ribs. Before him, hovering within a shimmering, unstable cage of amber light, was the holographic projection of a man whose face had haunted his dreams for a lifetime.Dr. Aris Thorne. His father."You look older than the data predicted," the projection said. The voice was synthesized, layered with the static of a thousand broken connections. "But then again, the variable has always been you, Lucas."

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