Semua Bab Crave Me,Kill Me: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The drone lifted them out of District Theta just as the last power conduits failed.From above, the zone looked like a cauterized wound its structures cracked open, its network lifeless. For years it had operated as a ghost beneath Vale Corp’s sanitized empire. Now, it was truly dead.But something deeper had survived.Aria sat at the rear of the transport, her arm wrapped around Elias’s shoulders. He was awake now half-coherent, mumbling fragments of memory that didn’t quite line up.“They tried to copy her voice,” he said quietly. “Not just the emotion mapping. The syntax. The echo.”Cassian’s face darkened from across the cabin. “You’re saying they built a synthetic Eden?”“No,” Elias replied. “They tried. But it wouldn’t stabilize. It kept collapsing unless… unless it felt like her.”Aria leaned forward. “You mean unless it sounded like me?”“No,” he said. “Unless it hurt like you.”That silenced everyone.Nova’s voice crackled through the comm feed. “ETA to Vale Tower is ten minu

Cassian didn’t speak on the flight back.Aria sat beside him in the dim-lit cabin, watching the way he kept his left hand clenched over his knee. Not out of pain but tension. Something old and heavy coiled beneath the surface, something that hadn’t broken in the Seed.But cracked.The kind of crack that didn’t bleed.The kind that waited.Nova sat across from them, silent as well. She had questions too many but she didn’t ask. Not yet. Even she understood: what had happened in the Seed wasn’t just the destruction of tech or control.It was the collapse of something internal.The drone touched down at Vale Tower. The rooftop was empty. No security. No watchers.No welcome.Aria stepped out first and held the door for Cassian.He didn’t move.She turned. “Cass?”His head was bowed, shoulders still.“Give me a second,” he said softly.Nova moved to exit, pausing at the hatch. “He’s still in it,” she said to Aria. “Part of him is reliving the divergence loop. He saw too many versions of h

The broadcast wasn’t planned.It wasn’t polished.It wasn’t even secure.And that’s what made it unignorable.Aria stood on the balcony of a mid-rise overlooking Sector Eleven a zone still recovering from Eden’s data purge. The building behind her was plain, unbranded. No banners. No tech-glow logos. Just concrete and wind and sky.Cassian stood behind the camera, arms crossed.Nova paced inside the room with her tablet. “Once you upload this, it’s everywhere. There’s no controlling the narrative after this. No spin. No retraction.”“I’m not asking for control,” Aria said.Cassian spoke quietly. “What are you asking for?”She turned to face him.“For witnesses.”Then she faced the camera.And began.“You know my name. You know my merge. You know what the system tried to make of me. But what you don’t know… is what they feared more than my collapse.”She pulled a slim drive from her pocket smooth, matte black, encoded with Lyra’s final archive. The projection file. The Eden-forecast of

The summit wasn’t held in the Council Hall.That building had burned with the last of Eden’s credibility.Instead, the meeting was convened in a neutral zone a glass-walled atrium suspended between two towers in Geneva, snow drifting just outside, the city below eerily quiet. There were no banners. No flags. Just long tables, clear data panels, and the silent presence of world delegates with everything to lose.Aria Quinn stood at the center.She wasn’t introduced.She arrived.Cassian stood to her right, not in a suit, but in black clean, quiet, unbranded. Nova flanked them both, datapad in hand, intercepting the encrypted comms that bled through every wall.Across from them, seventeen seats held the future of legacy rule representatives from sovereign zones, remnants of Eden partnerships, new technocratic states.No one spoke first.Until Aria did.“You’ve seen the simulation.”No denial.No outrage.Just the stillness of people who knew they’d lost control of the story.“You watche

The first leak didn’t come from an enemy.It came from inside Aria’s own alliance.Nova caught it while combing through dark relay bursts encrypted snippets passed through shadow-market proxies.“Aria,” she said without preamble, storming into the ops room, “we’ve been compromised.”Aria didn’t look up from the live feed still replaying the response wave to her last broadcast.Nova slapped the tablet down in front of her.“This isn’t just pushback. This is a hit job. Staged, surgical, designed to fracture your entire credibility thread.”Cassian appeared behind them, voice tight. “Where from?”Nova tapped the corner of the screen.A still-frame image filled the display.A confidential video conference.Cassian. Aria. Eden boardroom. A three-second clip, frozen mid-frame Cassian reaching for her wrist during a system interrogation.No sound. No context.Just enough for implication.Cassian’s face darkened. “They’re reframing that moment.”Nova’s voice was grim. “They already have. The