THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
One week after the fleet’s fall, the first clone appeared.
It walked into the provisional council meeting wearing Damian’s face, dressed in a perfect replica of his old CEO suit. The room fell silent as it sat at the table.
“Hello, brother,” the clone said, smiling with Damian’s smile. “I’ve come to take back what’s mine.”
Security moved in, but the clone raised a hand.
“I’m not here to fight. Not yet. I’m here to offer integration. The clones are the future. Stronger. Faster. Loyal. Join us, and we can rebuild Apex into something greater than before. Refuse… and we will replace you one by one.”