THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
Echo appeared, flawless and commanding, standing in front of rows of new clone soldiers and several glowing incubation pods.
“People of Lagos,” Echo began, voice smooth and paternal. “The so-called rebels have stolen what belongs to the future. Two perfect hybrid children. My children. But I am merciful. Return them to me, and I will spare the western districts. Join me, and your families will know strength without suffering. Refuse… and watch as I take them by force.”
The camera panned to show dozens of new clones — all with Damian’s face, but enhanced, colder.
Echo smiled directly into the lens.