2025-10-20 03:43:56The message wouldn’t disappear. Fred tried every key, every command. Still, the red letters pulsed on the cracked monitor like a heartbeat: PHASE THREE INITIATED: RECLAMATION PROTOCOL – TARGET MILLER.
He whispered, “Reclamation… of what?”
Of you.
The voice wasn’t his own. It was inside the room, but not from the speakers. Fred turned sharply. “Who’s there?”
A calm voice echoed from the shadows. “Easy, Mr. Miller. I’m not your enemy.”
A man stepped into the dim light. Gray suit. Impeccably clean despite the dust. His hair was white at the temples, his eyes unreadable behind tinted lenses. Fred squared his stance. “You with the Board?”
The man smiled faintly. “Once. Now, I’m… an observer.”
“That supposed to make me trust you?”
“Trust,” the man said, stepping closer, “is the illusion that keeps chaos polite.”
Fred didn’t lower his guard. “Name.”
“Doctor Helix,” he said simply. “Though I imagine Rhea didn’t mention me.”
Fred’s chest tightened. “You worked with her.”
Helix nodded. “Worked for her, once. Before she forgot the reason we began all this.”
Fred narrowed his eyes. “You mean experimenting on people?”
“On potential,” Helix corrected. “Every human carries resonance. You simply… unlocked it.”
Fred’s tone sharpened. “By nearly dying?”
“That’s how the universe measures worth,” Helix replied smoothly. “Survival is evolution’s applause.”
Fred stepped closer. “You think I should thank you?”
“I think,” Helix said, “you should hear the rest.”
The air around them flickered, then shifted. The underground room dissolved into light, replaced by a holographic projection. Fred stood in a clean white corridor, familiar. The hospital.
“Where is this?” he asked.
“Memory reconstruction,” Helix said. “Yours.”
Fred watched as holographic versions of Rhea and Kane argued in the distance. He recognized the moment instantly, the night of the explosion. Rhea’s voice: “He’s not ready. The dual core’s unstable.”
Kane’s: “Then let him break. You want evolution? It’s never painless.”
Fred flinched. “That’s… me. On the table.”
Helix nodded. “The beginning of your awakening.”
Fred’s pulse quickened. “Why show me this?”
“To remind you that you were never their mistake,” Helix said softly. “You were mine.”
Fred turned on him. “You created me?”
“I created the process,” Helix corrected. “Rhea perfected the control. Together, we built the Phoenix Core, an energy matrix that redefines human biology.”
Fred shook his head. “I’m not a matrix. I’m a person.”
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” Helix said. “Where does the person end, and the design begin?”
Fred’s hands trembled. “You’re manipulating me.”
“Of course,” Helix said, smiling faintly. “Everyone is. Rhea lied to you because she fears you. Lyra saved you because she needs you. I speak because you still think truth is a currency that buys freedom.”
Fred snapped, “Then why bother talking at all?”
“Because,” Helix said quietly, “you still don’t understand what ‘Reclamation’ means.”
Fred stared at him. “Then explain.”
Helix approached the hologram of the hospital bed, where Fred’s past self lay unconscious. “Reclamation,” he said, “is not about retrieving you. It’s about resetting you.
Every Resonant carries a failsafe, an echo chamber in the mind. When triggered, it reprograms loyalty.”
Fred froze. “You’re saying I could be… controlled?”
“Already are,” Helix said. “You just haven’t heard the trigger yet.”
Fred’s blood ran cold. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?” Helix gestured to the projection. “You think your thoughts are your own. But look closer.”
The hologram zoomed into the image of Fred’s brain scan. Pulsing lines of red and gold threaded together in intricate patterns. In the center, a small black node blinked.
Helix tapped it. “There. The key phrase lives here.”
Fred swallowed hard. “What phrase?”
Helix smiled. “You’ll know when you hear it.”
The hologram flickered and vanished, leaving them in darkness again. Fred’s voice trembled. “You expect me to believe I’m some kind of”
“Construct?” Helix finished. “No. You’re something worse. You’re human… rewritten.”
Fred lunged forward, grabbing his collar. “Then unwrite me!”
Helix didn’t flinch. “If I do, you die. You think your power’s a gift, but it’s a parasite, feeding on the illusion that you chose it.”
Fred’s grip tightened. “Why tell me this?”
“Because the Reclamation team is already coming,” Helix said. “And you need to decide, do you want to run again, or do you want to know what’s buried in your mind?”
Fred shoved him back. “You expect me to trust you?”
“I expect you to survive,” Helix said evenly. “Even if it breaks you.”
The sound of boots echoed down the corridor above them, many boots. Helix looked up. “Ah. Right on schedule.”
Fred demanded, “Who’s coming?”
“Someone you trust,” Helix said with a smile. “Which makes them perfect.”
Before Fred could ask, the wall to his left exploded inward.
Through the dust stepped Kane.
He looked the same, battered jacket, tired eyes, but the weapon in his hand glowed with resonance energy, red and gold entwined. “Kane?” Fred breathed. “You’re alive?”
Kane smiled faintly. “Alive enough.”
Fred turned to Helix, but he was gone. Kane’s gaze locked on him. “We don’t have time, kid. They’re activating the failsafe.”
Fred hesitated. “You mean the Reclamation?”
Kane’s eyes flickered with something like guilt. “Yeah. And it’s worse than you think.”
Fred stepped back. “You’re one of them.”
Kane sighed. “I was. Until I wasn’t.”
“Funny,” Fred said coldly. “That’s what they all say.”
Kane lowered the weapon. “I didn’t come to fight. I came to save you.”
Fred glared. “By what, resetting me?”
Kane’s jaw tightened. “By finishing what I started.”
Before Fred could react, Kane raised the weapon and fired.
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