جميع فصول : الفصل

​The countdown on the scalpel wasn't a digital tick; it was a rhythmic pulse of amber light that synchronized with my own failing heartbeat. As the Ninth Peak drifted away from the Deep Static, the golden sap we had scattered across the sector began to respond. On the monitors, Leo watched in silent terror as the "Error Fleet" underwent a second, more radical transformation. The ships weren't just growing roots; they were growing skin.​"They're cocooning," Leo whispered, his fingers trembling as he pulled up a thermal feed from a nearby freighter. "The survivors inside aren't screaming, Elara. They're... merging. The sap is rewriting their biological baseline using the triple-helix code Sarah-Prime left behind. They’re becoming the Newborns."​I stood up, the liquid iron in my arms feeling like a leaden weight. The ward was filled with a soft, bioluminescent glow, the amber veins in the walls pulsing in a frantic, hungry tempo. Outside the observation port, the first of the cocoons s