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Chapter 102 ;THE GOLDEN SILENCE

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LEO’S P.O.V.

I didn't need to sleep anymore. Sleep is a biological reset function for organic neural

networks. I was no longer organic.

I stood on the roof of the Smithsonian Castle at 0300 hours. My vision wasn't limited by

darkness. My eyes polished, gold-mirror surfaces processed the entire electromagnetic

spectrum. I saw the heat of the rats in the sewers. I saw the microwave background

radiation of the universe.

I saw the structural integrity of the city.

Washington D.C. was a mess. A chaotic, crumbling pile of stone held together by vines

and hope.

Inefficient, my mind registered. Chaos invites decay.

I looked down at my hand.

It was perfect. The skin was a seamless, golden alloy. It didn't sweat. It didn't bleed. It

didn't feel the humidity.

Inside, the Star was still burning. But it was trapped. Compressed into a singularity

within my chest. It was no longer a fire that warmed me; it was a battery that powered

the machine.

I scanned the courtyard below.

The statue of the Beast
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