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DESCENT INTO INFINITY
Author: Peterwrites
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The interface chamber was built for this. Maybe not consciously—Chen had designed it as a safe space for hybrid experiments—but it served perfectly as a diving bell into the infinite.

Eira lay in the neural chair. Cables connecting her to systems that shouldn't exist. Quantum processors humming. Lucian's consciousness distributed across the framework, ready to guide her down.

Maya checked the connections one final time. Her hands steady despite everything. "Vital signs stable. Neural dampeners at maximum. Emergency disconnect armed. If anything goes wrong—if your consciousness starts fragmenting—I'm pulling you out immediately."

"Don't," Eira said. "If I fragment, it means the field's trying to absorb me. Pulling me out might be exactly what it wants. Might break me worse than letting the process complete."

"Or it might save your life."

"Life's overrated. Especially sixty-three percent of one."

Maya didn't smile. "Lucian. You're sure about this? Sure you can hold together for another
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