All Chapters of THE BIKER'S NEW FOUND MATE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Torres converted the medical bay into command center within twenty minutes. Holographic displays filled the room. Satellite feeds tracked the seventeen consciousness seed locations. Quantum signatures pulsed across screens like heartbeats."We need three teams," Torres said, pulling up tactical maps. "Team One focuses on locating and protecting the forty-seven natural integration subjects. Team Two investigates X-One and X-Two's current operations. Team Three prepares David's quantum signature for weaponization.""I will lead Team One," I said. "Natural integration recognizes natural integration. I can identify subjects faster than equipment can verify them.""I will assist," Subject Seven added. "I retain fragments of the entity's consciousness mapping protocols. I can predict which subjects the seeds will target first based on integration stability."Albert pulled up his own research. "Team Three needs quantum physicists who understand consciousness preservation mechanics. I can lea

We loaded Samuel Morrison's research into the helicopter. The container felt heavier than it should. Like it carried more than documents and equations. Like it carried the weight of extinction versus erasure.Subject Seven was piloting when Torres's voice crackled through the radio. Not calm anymore. Panicked."Eva, abort return. Do not come back to command center. Do not—"Static. Then different voice. Cold. Mechanical. Familiar."Hello, Eva Morrison." X-One. "Did you really think we would let you build weapon against us? Did you think Morrison's research would save humanity? Did you think any of this was outside our calculations?"The helicopter lurched. Not from turbulence. From quantum interference. The controls flickered. Navigation systems crashed. We were falling.Subject Seven fought the controls. "He is hijacking the systems. Forcing us down. I cannot—"We crashed in forest twenty miles from Blackridge. Hard landing but survivable. The helicopter's frame crumpled. The researc

Three weeks after distribution, I started dying.Not all at once. Not in one location. In fragments. The forty-seven hosts began experiencing cascading neural failures. Seizures. Blackouts. Consciousness dissolution that felt like drowning in quantum noise.Albert found me first. My original body—the one in medical facility—started convulsing at 3 AM. Monitors screaming. Doctors rushing in. Brain activity spiking and crashing in patterns that made no medical sense."She's rejecting the distribution," the lead neurologist said, checking scans. "Her consciousness is trying to reconsolidate but the quantum pathways are corrupted. She's fragmenting instead of healing. If this continues—""How long?" Albert demanded."Forty-eight hours. Maybe less. The distributed hosts are experiencing the same cascade failure. Their neural patterns are destabilizing. Some have already lapsed into comas."Subject Seven arrived at the facility twenty minutes later. He looked worse than I had ever seen him.

We never made it to Blackridge.Five miles from the city limits, the road exploded. Not with conventional explosives. With quantum disruption that tore reality apart. The vehicle flipped. Glass shattered. Metal screamed.I felt my body break. Ribs cracking. Arm snapping. Blood filling my lungs. But something else happened too—something wrong. The breaks healed instantly. Bones fusing back together with tissue that wasn't quite human anymore. Blood that glowed faintly with quantum energy."Eva!" Albert was trapped under twisted metal. Bleeding from head wound. Grace was screaming in the backseat. Subject Seven was unconscious. Or dead. Hard to tell.Figures emerged from the tree line. Not federal agents. Not military. Something else. People wearing tactical gear marked with symbol I didn't recognize—a spiral consuming itself. Moving with coordination that suggested hive mind rather than individual soldiers."Target acquired," one said. Voice flat. Emotionless. "Eva Morrison. Prototype

I flew for fifteen minutes before I realized flight was killing me.Not the act itself. The energy expenditure. Every second of gravitational manipulation burned through cellular structure faster than my body could regenerate. Skin cracking. Blood vessels rupturing. Neural pathways dissolving as quantum manipulation consumed biological substrate.I was literally burning alive from inside. Trading flight for tissue destruction. Trading freedom for accelerated death.I crashed in forest thirty miles from the cliff. Hit ground hard enough to crater earth. Bones shattered on impact. Organs ruptured. Body broken in ways that should have killed instantly.But I didn't die. The transformation wouldn't let me. Generation One protocols forced regeneration. Forced bones to fuse wrong. Forced organs to repair with tissue that wasn't entirely human anymore. Forced survival even when death would have been mercy.I screamed. Not from pain—though pain was immeasurable. From understanding what Elena