Chapter 105
Author: HeemaZee
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Raihan reached into his pocket and pulled out the leather-bound notebook his grandfather had left him. It had become his constant companion, a place where he recorded the thoughts that used to be processed by a machine. He flipped to the first page, where he had written his new code.

I am no longer Subject Zero.

I realized something today, Liana," Raihan said, his voice quiet but steady. "The Board wanted to map our shame because they thought it was
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