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Chapter 69 – Futurecast

作者: JDHWS
last update 最終更新日: 2026-02-25 20:52:11

The first person to go viral wasn’t a politician.

She was a barista.

Her name was Elina Korhonen.

Twenty-three.

Living in Helsinki’s Kalasatama district.

No known carrier signature.

No political affiliation.

Just someone curious enough to try Bastion’s new Futurecast module on a slow Sunday afternoon.

She entered her goals into the interface:

“Stable income.”

“Creative fulfillment.”

“Family someday.”

“Minimal stress.”

Futurecast processed for 1.4 seconds.

Then returned a pathway.

Not vague e
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  • Not Your Typical Live-In Son-In-Law   Chapter 69 – Futurecast

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  • Not Your Typical Live-In Son-In-Law   Chapter 65 – Echoes of Ava

    The Splinter didn’t go quiet after the trials.That was the first sign something deeper had shifted.Charlotte had expected the Ava-branch logic to integrate, stabilize, and then settle into dormancy—another layer in the ever-growing architecture of the Lancaster legacy. Instead, the Splinter remained faintly active in the system, like a heartbeat too soft to hear but too steady to ignore.Sophie noticed it first.“It’s not broadcasting,” she said, fingers moving slowly across the glass console. “And it’s not infecting anything. It’s just… pinging.”“Pinging what?” Julian asked.“Not what,” Sophie replied. “Where.”Charlotte joined her at the interface.On the display, a series of coordinates flickered faintly. They weren’t precise—more like directional pulls than GPS locks. A trail. Or a thread tugging at its origin.“Is this coming from the Splinter?” Charlotte asked.“Yes,” Sophie said. “But not from the portion we activated. It’s from deeper. A subroutine embedded in Ava’s archive

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