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I let out a shaky breath and gave a small, quiet chuckle. Natasha misinterpreted it completely. “You think this is funny?” she snapped, eyes flashing. “That man — the father of your kids — is out there parading another woman, and you’re laughing? None of this would be happening if you had just opened up to him like I warned you to!” “Ma’am,” I said calmly, pushing back my chair and standing, “he has free will.”

He thought — and the thought arrived simply, without announcement, from the ground of him — he thought: I am glad. End of Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Four

"What if I’m just a synthetic construct that was programmed to believe I was a man named Julian? What if the 'freedom' I feel is just a higher-level simulation designed to make me more efficient? Every time I close my eyes, I see the architecture of the Illyrian grid. I see the code behind the clouds, the math behind the wind. I’m starting to think that I didn't break the system, Clara. I’m starting to think I am the system, and that my desire to be free is just another subroutine." ​The pain in his voice was raw, but it was overshadowed by a terrifying, cold logic. I felt a surge of panic. If he believed he was a machine, he would become one. He would return to the Organization’s remnants n

Kairos caught on first. “You want network access,” he said. “Yes.” Silas stared. “That sounds dangerous.” “It is,” I replied. The grid beyond the tear grew brighter. The man turned. As if he heard us. His voice carried clearly this time. “You feel it, don’t you?” he called. “The scale.” Kairos stepped forward. “We feel your ego.” The man smiled faintly. “I am offering efficiency,” he said. “An end to disorder.” “An end to freedom,” I answered.

“That you’re different.” “I think I’m inconvenient,” I replied. “And you don’t know what to do with inconvenient things unless you break them.” A long pause. “Maybe,” he said slowly, “I’m deciding whether you’re worth keeping intact.” My heartbeat stayed steady. “Then decide quickly,” I said. “Because I won’t shrink while you think.” That did it. He turned away sharply, pacing once, then stopping. “You want freedom?” he asked. “You want movement?” “Yes.”

I almost laughed when I heard Flora say all that. After a long pause, I finally said in a calm voice, "Flora, have you lost your mind? I'm your younger brother, and that's all I'll ever be in this life. I have school here overseas. You want me to throw everything away and go back? Not happening."

Then Geoffrey just figured out that she chose that place 'coz it is a perfect spot to sleep where their professor won’t catch her napping. But even though the lady loves to sleep a lot, there’s one thing that amazed Geoffrey. “Peter Hemenry said in this book, ‘Man is Man’ page 65, that life isn’t a book. It is to make us believe that introduction, climax and ending in humanity don’t exist,” the lady said to their professor without blinking a bat. Despite being lazy in studying, the lady can answer all questions given to her. ‘That girl has a sexy brain despite of moping around,’ Geoffrey realized.

I studied the man who sat before me; he might have a shrewd and calculating look, but there was something else about him—something that told me that we shared the same experience, and that I was to be trusted. "And what is it that you seek in return for this information?" I asked. The man's eyes bore into mine, his voice laced with conviction. "Freedom, Mr. Ricardo. Freedom from the chains that bind me to Aiden's control. I want to start anew, away from his influence. With your help, we can bring him to his knees. And....well...." He shrugged, a knowing look in his eyes. "Some money would help too." "Some money....." I stroked my chin thoughtfully. "Is Aiden Blackwood not paying his staff we

That’s the only time I ever see anyone. “I thought the same thing.” The man’s voice isn’t so cheerful now. “I thought for certain that someone would come soon to let me out. I mean, I had friends! I had mind-link capabilities. Why wouldn’t they come and release me? It’s not as if I’d done anything wrong.”

Akshara’s mind begins to talk involuntarily to her, “How did a man can be so handsome? What a stunning physic! His wide forehead shows that he must be a knowledgeable person and must have a vision of foreseeing the upcoming troubles. His thick eyebrows fill his face with extra handsome. As his eyes are closed, I can’t see its beauty. Weird hair colouring to Silver, Is it out of trend or age? Surely, trend, his face has no scars or wrinkles. Perfect face with high cheekbones with a sharp nose with big nostrils. Oh! Axe, no don't look at his lips, it is so much sexy... No, I will be tempted. Surely his mother would drink some holy nectar of sacred flowers to yield such handsome in her boy. If