MasukEvelyn’s POV
The words that Sebastian spoke have haunted me ever since that day. "I don't want you to stay with me because we survived together. I want you to stay with me because you choose me."These words frightened me more than I ever anticipated. It wasn’t because I didn’t want Sebastian; rather, it was because they made me evaluate my true feelings.I had always lived my life in circumstances which I did not have a say in. Genesis created my childhood, my father's secrets crSebastian's POV I didn't believe it.Not because I didn't want to. Because it was impossible. We were five stories underground in a dead facility with a 1990s computer that shouldn't have been able to send a signal. And now Eve was texting Evelyn like a normal person? From where? How did she get her number?"She's spoofing," I said, grabbing Evelyn's phone. "It's Project Eve. It's a trap. They're using Eve's name to lure you out."Eleanor looked up from the chair, her face wet with tears."No," she said. "It's her. That's how she does it. That's how she's stayed alive for twenty years. She doesn't use phones. She uses the system. She learned it when she was eight years old. She learned how to ride our own network. Miranda taught her.""Miranda?" Evelyn whispered, holding the rabbit photo on the screen."Miranda was her mother too," Eleanor said. "Not biologically like you, Evelyn. Miranda grew up with Eve. She raised he
Evelyn's POV Sebastian broke the lock.I don't know how. He found a rusted fire axe in the maintenance shaft and hit the hydraulic pump for the vault doors until his hands bled. The doors shuddered, then opened just enough for us to crawl out.Eleanor was crying the whole time. Not from fear. From guilt."We sent the signal," she kept saying as we ran up the freight elevator, up the stairs, out of the glass room, out of the archive, out of St. Agnes. "We woke it up. After twenty years of keeping her hidden, we just told them exactly where to find her."Sebastian didn't stop until we were in the car, driving away, the old hospital disappearing in the rearview mirror, its roof array still blinking red against the rainy sky.We didn't go back to the city. We went to my house. Sebastian's house now too, really. Our house.We locked every door, closed every blind. Sebastian spread all the documents we had taken: the VHS tape, the
Sebastian's POV I look in the mirror. And it's not my face. It's her face. A girl who looks exactly like me will look in twenty years. But it's not me. It's older. It's Eve. Evelyn gasped and came back, tears streaming, nose bleeding."Eleanor!" I shouted. "What's happening to her?"Eleanor finally managed to pull up a diagnostic on the main screen. The screen showed a DNA helix spinning, and next to it, a single line: IDENTITY: EVE-00 - 100% MATCH - OVERRIDE CONFIRMED. SECONDARY SIGNATURE (EVE-01) DETECTED AS ECHO. PRIMARY PROTOCOL: EVE-00. "Oh my god," Eleanor whispered. "It doesn't recognize her as Subject 01 or 02 or 03. The system was built before you were born, Evelyn. It was built for her. For the original. And because you share 47% of her DNA, and because your dormant variant just activated from stress, it thinks you ARE her. It thinks Eve has come home. It can't tell the difference between you and her!""Then
Sebastian's POV The green text on the old monitor shouldn't have been possible.That computer was from 1996. It had no Wi-Fi card. No Ethernet cable that I could see. It had been dead for twenty years. And yet it had just typed a sentence addressed to Evelyn like it knew she was standing right there. WELCOME BACK, EVE. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU, LITTLE SISTER. Evelyn took a step back from it, her hand flying to her head."Evelyn?" I grabbed her arm."My head," she whispered. "It's loud "And then the whole room woke up.It wasn't just one computer. With a deep, shuddering GROAN, every single CRT monitor lining the circular Genesis Chamber powered on at once. Amber, green, white lights flickering to life. The empty incubation tanks, dry for decades, suddenly hissed as old pumps tried to fill them with fluid that was no longer there. Red emergency lights that hadn't glowed since 2002 started spinning.
Evelyn's POV "Log 001," Miranda said on the recording, her voice shaking with excitement. "Subject Zero is viable. Gestation in artificial womb successful. 38 weeks. No rejection. Look at her. Look at her eyes. She is aware. She is healing. The telomere extension worked. The adaptation sequence worked. She is not just a child. She is what comes next." Another person entered the frame, a much younger Eleanor. "Miranda, her cellular regeneration rate is 400% above baseline. It's not normal. We need to slow it down." Miranda snapped at her. "Normal? We didn't spend ten years and forty million dollars to create a normal Eleanor! We were asked to create a human who could survive anything. Radiation. Disease. Trauma. A human who could adapt biologically in real-time. Eve can do that. Her body rewrites itself to survive. Do you understand what this means? This is the basis for everything. Every cure, every vaccine, every soldier who doesn't die."
Evelyn's POV The way down was not a staircase.Behind the glass room, behind a panel that Eleanor opened by pressing three separate, rusted buttons at the same time, there was a freight elevator. The kind used for moving bodies. Or equipment too large to be seen."This elevator wasn't on any blueprint," Eleanor said as the metal cage shuddered and began to descend, deeper than the sublevel should have been. The cable creaked. The air got warmer, not colder. "We built it after the official inspection. Thomas didn't even know about this part until much later."Sebastian held my hand so tightly it hurt. I didn't let go. Since the memory of the glass room came back, my skin felt wrong. Like it was too tight. Like my body was remembering things my brain had tried to forget."Eleanor, where are we going?" I whispered."To where it all really started," she said. "The hospital upstairs was just the nursery. This is the womb."The elevato
Evelyn’s POV I do not remember how I got home that night. The only things I remembered were the rain, Damien’s voice calling my name from behind, and the numbness spreading through my chest during the entire drive. The moment I arrived at the Sinclair mansion, I locked myself inside my room. A r
Evelyn’s POV I stared at the small candle in the center of the table with a faint smile that was slowly becoming exhausting. The tiny flame flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the wine glass and the bouquet of white roses in front of me. This rooftop restaurant was beautiful. Too beautiful
Evelyn’s POVSophia’s flat was tiny when matched with the Sinclair house. Yet, as soon as I walked in, I could take a breath again.No chilly looks from Damien's folks met me there No hurtful hints sat behind every turn too.Sophia put a mug of warm tea in front of me, then
Evelyn’s POV“Dad?”My voice trembled badly as I took his phone from the bed.The hue had fully gone from my dad's face. His breath got shaky as his shaking eyes stayed on the pics shown on the screen.“Dad, look at me,” Worry shot up in my chest, “Pl







