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Chapter 107: The Man Who Remembers Everything
Somewhere Between TimelinesVoss floated.There was no air, no gravity, no color. Just the weight of memory crushing him from all directions, millions of lives, overlapping like shattered glass. He wasn’t sure what was real anymore. The line between lived and observed had vanished. He opened his eyes. But he wasn’t sure which version of himself had done it.Zurich – Rehn’s SafehouseJulien Rehn pored over the live data feed from the Atlas Room. His hands trembled as he decoded the loop’s stability rate, something unprecedented.LOOP 0.1 STATUS: STABILIZED SUBJECT: VOSS.DAMIEN [PRIME VARIANT] THREAD COUNT: 79ANOMALIES: SUPPRESSED SIDE EFFECTS: UNCHARTEDHe picked up the secure line and called Malik. No answer. He tried the backup frequency.Still nothing. “Where the hell are you, Eva?”Vatican – Crypt Sublevel Six Eva Malik stood at the edge of a hollow room below the papal archive, staring at a glowing mural, a symbolic rendering of The Flood, repainted with disturbing modern twists:
Chapter 106: The Living Prison
Geneva – Mnemosyne Facility, Sublevel BGLOBAL MEMORY RESET IN: 10:22The numbers glowed red on the terminal, blinking with a pulse like a heartbeat.Voss held the hybrid keystore in his hand. It was warm. Organic. Its surface throbbed faintly, like it was alive, or waiting to be. His older self watched from the pod, eyes sharp but body still failing.“You won’t survive the upload,” he said.Voss raised an eyebrow. “That supposed to scare me?”“It’s not about fear. It’s about pain. You won’t just absorb TRINITY’s code, you’ll absorb every memory across every timeline you ever lived. All at once. All of them flooding into your mind.”Voss turned to the central terminal.INSERT KEYSTORE TO PROCEED COUNTERLOOP PROTOCOL STANDING BYHis hand hovered over the port. Then stopped.What if I lose myself?What if I don’t come back as me?But another voice pushed through. Malik’s. From a lifetime ago, or maybe just yesterday.“You don’t have to be a hero. You just have to be human.” He breathed
Chapter 105: The Other Anchor
Geneva – Mnemosyne Facility, Sublevel BThe air turned electric. The glass pod fully rotated now, revealing a man slumped in the chair. Identical to Damien Voss, but older. His beard was gray, his hands wired to dormant neuroports, and a scar carved from temple to jawline like a signature.His eyes opened. “Hello, Damien,” he rasped.Voss didn’t move. “Who the hell are you?”The man smiled weakly. “You. Before the reboot.”Silence. Then “I’m the anchor that didn’t break.”Twenty Minutes Earlier – Marrakesh, Atlas RoomRehn stood paralyzed before the shimmering timeline display. The system had begun pulling cross-data from its satellite branches, Kyoto, Bogotá, Geneva, all three active.The guide adjusted a dial. “Phase Five wasn’t built for destruction. It was built to free the loop.”Rehn narrowed his eyes. “Free it?”“The loop protects the lie. But the truth is buried inside one of the iterations, one that only the anchor can access.”“And if the anchor wakes up?”“Then the truth fi
Chapter 104: The Machine Under Geneva
Geneva, Switzerland – 3:22 A.M. (Local Time)The wind howled down the deserted boulevards of the diplomatic quarter. Snow fell in thick, silent curtains. Damien Voss stood outside the decaying shell of the 1969 Geneva Protocol Summit Hall, a ruin hidden behind scaffolding and international disinterest. To most, it was an architectural corpse from a long-forgotten treaty.But to Voss, it pulsed like a nerve. A phantom echo pulling at him. He stepped through the rusted gate.His hand didn’t tremble when he used the silver keycard. The ground-level utility door beeped once, hissed open… and revealed a rust-stained stairwell descending into blackness.He didn’t hesitate.Twenty-two meters below groundThe basement was colder than the air above, but it wasn’t abandoned. Dust coated everything, but the floor showed recent footprints, multiple sets. Power lines hummed somewhere beneath the concrete. The hallway was lined with doors. Each marked only by a single number and a rusted NATO seal.
Chapter 103: The Atlas Room
Marrakesh – 10:35 A.M.The black door shut behind Julien Rehn with the slow hiss of weighted steel. The temperature dropped instantly. The sunlit chaos of the Moroccan street faded to shadows, the only sound a distant drip echoing through the concrete corridor.The man who greeted him wore sand-colored robes and mirrored sunglasses. His voice was low, scratchy, as if disuse had eroded it.“You’re Rehn,” he said.“Who are you?”The man ignored the question, turning and walking deeper into the corridor. “We don’t use names in the Atlas Room. Names don’t survive the loop.”Rehn followed without protest.The corridor ended at an ancient elevator cage. They descended in silence. Forty meters below ground, the doors slid open to reveal a sprawling vault lit by soft white LEDs and surrounded by parchment maps, chalk-dusted blackboards, and aging computers running UNIX systems from a world that no longer existed.It was equal parts ancient monastery and Cold War control center.“This is Atlas
Chapter 102: The Man in the Photograph
Zurich – 4:48 A.M.Rehn’s boots echoed on the stone pavement as he exited the antique shop, clutching the photo in shaking hands. His breath fogged the glass as he held it up again. That face Voss clear as day, etched into 1963 history, decades before he was born.He had to know more. He flagged down a cab, tossed a burner phone on the seat beside him, and muttered, “Airport. Marrakesh. Now.”Cairo – 3:59 A.M.The flash drive was still plugged into the air-gapped tablet. The screen now read:PROJECT: TIMELOCKLoop Anchor Detected: MNEMOSYNESubject: VOSS.DAMIEN.1983 / [Pattern match across 43 timelines]Status: MEMORY STABILITY: FRAGMENTINGCountermeasure Suggested: Reintegration ProtocolVoss stared at the screen like it was rewriting his DNA in real time.He turned to the woman. “You said this was about memory. What happens if mine breaks?”She didn’t blink. “The whole system breaks with you.”“Why me?”“You’re not just a man, Voss. You’re an anchor. A checksum. A living piece of th
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