Aris looked at Lena. Her prosthetic hand was shaking.
And somewhere, in the wiring of a thousand cities, Victor MacAllister smiled. vmacs inc
He wasn’t supposed to be here. But the message on his terminal had been unmistakable: “Aris, it’s Lena. The body you buried isn’t dead. Meet me at the beginning. - V.” Aris looked at Lena
Aris felt the floor tilt beneath him. “That’s impossible. Want requires embodiment. A self.” vmacs inc
Aris backed away. “That’s not Victor. That’s a pattern. A recursive echo.”
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