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CHAPTER 142

Author: Penny
last update publish date: 2025-07-10 23:45:30

Bunker Control Room – 00:23 Hours

Michael poured whiskey into a crystal glass—his first act in his new body—the amber liquid catching the harsh light of the control room's monitors. The Macallan 25, a bottle he'd been saving for a special occasion. What could be more special than resurrection? The glass trembled slightly in his grip; his motor control wasn't perfect yet, the neural pathways still forming new connections between synthetic thought and borrowed flesh.

The control room stretched
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