Chapter 82: Mirror ImageThe cleanroom fell into a deadly, silent standstill, broken only by the shallow wheeze of Leo’s fading breath and the low hum of the vintage Soviet mainframes.Julian stood ten feet from his twin, his assault rifle leveled directly at Unit One’s chest. His finger rested lightly on the trigger, his eyes locked on the exact replica of his own face across the room."Put the cylinder down," Julian commanded, his voice cold and steady.Unit One didn't raise his sidearm. He held the glowing golden cartridge loosely in his left hand, looking at Julian with a quiet, unsettling detachment."Why, Julian?" Unit One asked softly. "So you can inject it into a bio-synthetic relic? The teenager on that table is a living corpse, holding together a shattered neural architecture with borrowed code. Even with the baseline, his probability of long-term cellular survival is less than twelve percent.""His name is Leo," Damien growled, taking a slow step toward Unit One, his combat
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