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Chapter Twenty-Nine: If You Don’t Want to Erase It,
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Crave Me,Kill Me Chapter Forty-Seven: Silence Is No Longer the Absence of Sound It’s the Choice to Feel Without an Audience
The sanctuary didn’t have walls.It had thresholds.Thin woven veils that moved with the air, separating quiet from noise without sealing anyone in.It was built on the edge of a former Merge command compound one of the most surveilled sites in system history.Aeris left the cameras intact.But turned them inward.Not to watch.To remind people: they didn’t have to be watched anymore.She didn’t call it a temple.Didn’t give it a name.People just started calling it The Still.They arrived barefoot.Left their names at the entrance.Stepped into a soundproof field of soft sand, matte flooring, and low warm light.There were no chairs.No schedule.Only circles drawn in the dust, already half-faded, from the people before them.Some people sat.Some lay down.Some curled around memory stones.Others simply stood still for hours eyes closed, not in meditation, but in return.Aeris never gave speeches.She walked the outer edges like a tide.Sometimes she touched a shoulder.Sometimes sh
Crave Me,Kill Me Chapter Forty-Six: Let Me Teach You What I Was Once Punished for Feeling
The building wasn’t sleek.It wasn’t even finished.The floors creaked.The windows didn’t quite seal.But the walls were covered in hand-written notes messages scrawled by students who came from silence and found space.“My voice doesn’t need to be fixed.”“Today I learned how to name joy.”“We cried for no reason. It was okay.”Eden stood at the doorway for a long time.She’d been invited to watch the morning exercise.No platform.No Q&A.Just… presence.Cassian kissed her on the cheek before she went in.“You don’t have to prove anything anymore.”She touched his hand once before stepping through the door.“I’m not here to prove,” she whispered.“I’m here to remember.”Inside the classroom, the students sat in a wide circle.A central table held colored stones, memory tokens, and small resonance sticks.No screens.No segmentation.Just people.A young instructor nodded at Eden as she entered.No announcement. No spotlight.She simply motioned toward an empty seat.Eden sat.One c
Crave Me,Kill Me Chapter Forty-Five: We Were Never Broken Just Untranslated
The message came on plain signal paper.Folded three times.No sender.Just a line written in stylus ink:“You gave us back our voices.Come hear what we did with them.”Eden stood with the note in her hand for a long time.No instructions.No request for platform access.No escort detail.Just trust.Cassian read it once, then glanced at her.“You’re going?”“I have to.”“Will you speak?”Eden looked out at the skyline.“No.”She folded the paper again.“I’ll listen.”They traveled on foot to the perimeter of District Twelve where the grid still flickered with glitchlight and the old Merge towers stood hollow, unplugged.A clearing had formed in what used to be a calibrator square.People stood in a wide arc.No screens.No drones.No titles.Just one by one, people stepped forward.Not to announce.To exist.A man in a torn Merge technician jacket said:“I cried the day they shut the resonance archive down.Not because I believed in it.But because I built it.And I couldn’t fix it
Crave Me,Kill Me Chapter Forty-Four: If I Am Still Here, Then So Are You
The journey started just before sunrise.The original Merge site was a myth now collapsed, abandoned, sealed in by government ordinances and time. But not forgotten.Nova gave Eden the last coordinates.“You sure you want to go down there?” she asked.Eden didn’t hesitate.“If they made someone survive alone,” she said, “then I’m not letting them stay that way.”Aeris rode silent. She hadn’t spoken much since the archive flood, but Eden could feel it radiating off her: this wasn’t mission. This was recognition. One buried prototype meeting the echo of another.Cassian followed behind, armed but not tense. His hand never left Eden’s for more than ten seconds.They descended through rusted lift shafts and fractured access tunnels following a pulse that didn’t move like code. It moved like a heartbeat.The lower they went, the quieter the world became.Until they reached a pressure-sealed chamber at the bottom of a stairwell that hadn’t seen air in five years.Eden stepped forward.Place
Crave Me,Kill Me Chapter Forty-Three: Let the System Fade, I’ve Already Begun Replacing It
The Archive wasn’t sleek.It didn’t sparkle.It buzzed.Rough code. Bootstrapped encryption. Community-routed mesh nodes that spanned rooftops, train tunnels, forgotten satellites from pre-Merge orbit.Eden didn’t call it a rebellion.She didn’t call it anything.Because naming it would make it hers.And she wanted it to belong to everyone who’d ever been edited.The first submission came from a sixteen-year-old girl in District Ten.Audio only.No name.“They told me I was too reactive.I stopped reacting.And then they told me I was empty.So I started pretending again.I’m not pretending anymore.”The next was a vidstream of two fathers watching their daughter paint her face without modulation filters.The next?A man who whispered for twenty seconds, then just breathed into the mic grief in his lungs, unscripted.And the next?“I was in the Merge program for six years.I thought I was a model citizen.Then I heard Eden say her breath wasn’t a flaw.And I realized I hadn’t exhaled
Crave Me,Kill Me Chapter Forty-Two: Wholeness Was Never the Finish Line, It Was the Weapon
The room they stood in was once a memory compression vault.Now it was a studio.Not with cameras. With presence.A table.Three chairs.One drive.Eden sat at the center, sleeves rolled, hair undone, nothing staged.Cassian sat at her right, arms crossed, silent but steady.Aeris sat to her left reluctant at first, but there.That was enough.Nova’s voice came through the tower relay. She’d secured a private line. The system couldn’t trace this room not anymore. Aeris made sure of that.“Ready when you are.”Eden touched the drive.It pulsed once.And then the console lit up not with her voice.With dozens of others.Merge subjects.Early prototypes.Discarded, repressed, rewritten.One by one, their stories played across the old compression feed. Uncut. Unpolished. Names the public never heard. Emotions the Council said were too “dense” to process.“They told me grief would make me unreliable.So I stopped grieving.I didn’t get more stable.I got sick.”“My first kiss didn’t regist
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