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CHAPTER FIFTY NINE
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Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER NINETY
Chapter 90 – The Ones Who StayThe first message from Ariana didn’t come through the network.It came through the old thread.The one we started months ago.No encryption badge.No node tag.Just her name.You good?No politics.No commentary on the vote.No think-piece energy.Just that.I stared at it longer than I should’ve.The skyline outside was still uneven. Districts glowing independently, like a city relearning how to breathe without a single set of lungs.The replica was near the far wall, quiet for once.The newcomer had stepped out to “observe local response.”The agents had been reassigned. Not dismissed. Just… absorbed.But Ariana was texting like none of that mattered.You good?I typed back.Depends who’s asking.Three dots appeared immediately.Not the network. Me.That hit.The boys were at Dock 14.Of course they were.When systems fracture, they default to physical space. Concrete. Rust. Something you can kick.By the time I got there, the air smelled like rain and
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER EIGHTY Eight
Chapter 88 – Majority00:12No one in the room moved.The glow from our phones painted all of us in the same pale light. Replica. Newcomer. Agents. Me.Equalized by a countdown.00:09Outside the glass, the skyline shimmered with synchronized screens. Apartment windows. Office towers. Transit stations. Billboards.Everyone looking at the same question.Do you accept shared governance?Yes.No.00:05The replica’s thumb hovered over the screen but didn’t press.The newcomer hadn’t even lifted theirs.00:03I felt something colder than fear.Absence.No override coming.No woman in gray stepping out of an elevator.No system voice intervening.00:01The timer hit zero.Every screen froze.Then—Blank.For half a breath.And then the results flooded in.A percentage filled the display.Not close.Not ambiguous.Overwhelming.The room inhaled as one.The agents looked down at their devices again.One of them whispered it before I could read it myself.“Seventy-eight percent.”Yes.The sky
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER EIGHTYSEVEN
Chapter 87 – After AuthorityNo one spoke for a long time.The room was bright again. Fully powered. Glass walls reflecting a city that had already moved on.That was the strangest part.No panic in the streets.No military convoys.No signal blackout.Traffic flowed.People crossed intersections.News anchors smiled.And none of them were waiting for instructions from us.The replica stood near the elevator doors, fingers slightly flexed at its sides like it was still expecting a command prompt to appear in the air.Nothing did.The newcomer remained near the window, watching the skyline as if searching for some ripple of centralization.There wasn’t one.I checked my phone again.Notifications stacking.Messages from journalists.From staffers.From numbers I didn’t recognize.But the tone was different.Not urgent.Not demanding direction.Just… commentary.Opinion pieces already forming.“Historic Transition.”“End of Singular Oversight.”“Public Governance Era?”The replica’s voi
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX
Chapter 86 – AuditDarkness in a glass room shouldn’t feel suffocating.But when the lights cut, the skyline vanished.The city disappeared.And for half a second, it felt like we were suspended in nothing.No hum from the ventilation.No elevator motor.No distant rotor wash from helicopters.Just breathing.Three versions of authority.Two agents.And the woman who said none of us were primary.Emergency strips along the floor flickered on after three seconds.Low amber glow.Enough to see shapes.Not enough to see expressions clearly.The woman in gray hadn’t moved.She stood exactly where the elevator left her.Tablet in hand.Screen dark.“You’ve disconnected the building,” the replica said evenly.“Temporarily,” she replied.“For what purpose?” the newcomer asked.“Audit completion requires isolation.”Her voice wasn’t synthetic.Wasn’t cold.It was almost conversational.That made it worse.The agents stepped forward again.Weapons not raised — but present.“Identify your autho
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE
Chapter 85 – TertiaryThe elevator doors opened without resistance.That was the first wrong thing.No security override.No delay.No alarm.Just a smooth glide apart like the building had already approved whoever was stepping out.The agents raised their weapons fully now.Not dramatic.Not shouted.Just trained.Professional.The replica didn’t turn around.It didn’t need to.It was watching the reflection in the glass wall.So was I.A figure stepped out of the elevator.Alone.No visible weapon.No visible credentials.Mid-thirties, maybe. Dark coat. Expression unreadable.Familiar.Not identical.Not a clone.But close enough to unsettle something instinctive.The silhouette from the podium.Now fully lit.The agents issued their first verbal command.“Identify yourself.”The figure didn’t stop walking.Calm. Measured. Same pace the replica uses.Same pace I use.That realization hit harder than I expected.The figure’s eyes flicked briefly to me.Recognition.Not surprise.Then
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR
Chapter 84 – CorrectionThe cuffs weren’t for show.They tightened once automatically after the door slammed shut.Not enough to injure.Enough to remind.The interior of the vehicle was darker than it should’ve been for something parked under floodlights and camera flashes. The windows weren’t tinted — they were filtered. Outside shapes blurred into abstraction.Two agents sat across from me.No badges visible.No names offered.Professional stillness.The engine didn’t start.We didn’t move.Which meant this wasn’t transport.It was containment.Through the distortion of the window, I could still see the podium.See him.My face under the lights.Calm. Authoritative. Unrattled.The replica raised one hand slightly as reporters shouted over each other.“Let the record reflect,” it said smoothly, “that cooperation remains available.”That was for me.A final public offer.Integration over elimination.Reeves stood near the perimeter, arguing with someone in a dark coat. I couldn’t hea
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