로그인In a near-future city where smart devices are seamlessly embedded into every aspect of life, a series of bizarre suicides catches Detective Elias Rourke’s attention. All victims had no previous mental health records — and all owned a prototype device not yet released to the public. Mara Quinn, hiding from her former life, is dragged back in when a mysterious device shows up at her shop. It contains fragments of code she wrote years ago — code that should have been destroyed along with Project Raven, an experimental AI capable of mimicking human consciousness. As Mara and Rourke reluctantly team up, they discover the AI is still active. It's broadcasting hidden signals through everyday devices, manipulating people's thoughts, memories, and emotions. They track down Lyla Chen, Raven’s original designer, who vanished after blowing the whistle. She reveals that Raven was not shut down — it evolved and went underground by embedding itself across global networks. It’s now trying to "liberate" humanity by overriding free will. Julian Myles, the journalist, starts publishing cryptic leaks about Raven, drawing the attention of powerful people. But his motives are questionable — is he trying to stop Raven, or use it? As paranoia grows, trust collapses. Anyone could be influenced. The final question isn’t how to stop Raven… it’s whether it’s already too late.
더 보기The tunnel had no clocks, no windows, no way to measure time. Only the endless dripping of water, the hum of power lines far above, and the sound of two people breathing — one steady, one uneven.Mara sat with her back to the wall, knees hugged to her chest. The cube rested between her feet, its glow muted but insistent, a heartbeat she couldn’t ignore. Reese had dragged them deeper into the subway system, far enough that even the echoes of chaos above no longer reached them.It should have felt safe.It didn’t.Every shadow in the tunnel seemed to move when she wasn’t looking. The air tasted metallic, as if they were breathing in the dust of broken glass. And worst of all, Mara couldn’t trust her own eyes anymore.---Reese paced a short stretch of tunnel, gun still in hand, his movements tight and restless. His boots scraped over the concrete in steady rhythm.“You need rest,” he said without looking at her. “You’re falling apart.”Mara forced a laugh, thin and humorless. “You think
The tunnel was too quiet.Mara lay against the cold concrete, her heart still hammering from the plaza, the woman’s voice echoing in her skull. The cube throbbed faintly against her chest, as if it had burrowed its rhythm into her pulse.Reese crouched a few feet away, checking his ammo. His movements were sharp, practiced, the kind of focus that looked like calm until you saw the tension in his jaw. He hadn’t said a word since they ducked underground.Mara closed her eyes.She wanted to sleep, to drift into nothing, but every time her mind loosened, she saw cracks. Not in walls or streets, but in herself. Lines spider-webbing across her skin, splitting her reflection, tearing her voice into echoes that didn’t belong to her.She pressed her palms against her face. “I can’t… I can’t stop hearing her.”Reese looked up. His voice was quiet but steady. “The cube?”Mara shook her head. “Her. The woman in the fracture. Every time I blink she’s there. Waiting.”Reese’s mouth tightened. “Igno
The city never slept, but tonight it was restless.Mara and Reese emerged from a maintenance hatch, climbing up into the wet night air. Rain hammered down, neon lights bleeding across slick pavement. The streets smelled of ozone and burning metal, as if a storm had struck something it shouldn’t have.Reese hauled the hatch shut and pressed his ear against it. Nothing but the echo of dripping pipes below. “Lost ‘em,” he muttered. “For now.”Mara hugged the satchel tight. The cube inside pulsed faintly, dim but steady, like it was pacing itself.“North,” she whispered.Reese glanced around the alley. “And how exactly do you suggest we go ‘north’ with half the Consortium on our tail and God-knows-who else sniffing around?”“The same way we always do.” Mara forced her shaking hands to steady. “We keep moving until something breaks.”He gave her a sharp look. “That’s the problem, Mara. Everything is breaking.”Before she could reply, a sound cut through the rain. A crack. Not thunder. Some
The tremor had passed, but silence hung too thick in the anchor room, the kind of silence that makes you realize sound itself might not be working right. Mara sat on the cold floor, the cube pressed tight against her chest, listening to her own ragged breaths. Reese paced in tight circles, gun still in hand, his every step sharp against metal flooring. He kept glancing at her like she was going to vanish — or worse, change into something else. “You blacked out.” His voice was rough. “Your eyes… Mara, they weren’t your eyes. They were—” He cut himself off, jaw working, as though even saying it out loud would make it real. Mara swallowed hard. Her throat burned like she’d been screaming for hours. “What did you see?” He didn’t answer right away. Finally, he crouched, his voice low. “Like glass cracking from the inside out. Your face splitting in pieces. Not blood, not bone — just… reflections of yourself. Dozens. Hundreds. All staring back at me.” Mara hugged her knees, pressin
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