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He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him and the sound jolted me out of my thoughts. He walked closer and he stretched his hands to me. It was my phone. "You've got to be kidding me", I thought as I did the happy dance in my head. "Ohh, my pho.....", I said, stopping mid-sentence, the excitement dying immediately. It wasn't mine. "It's a new phone and it's cloned", he said, his tone flat. "You won't be getting your old phone and since you know it's cloned and your activities are being watched, it's better not to act funny", he said.

I read each update at the kitchen table with my tea and the glittery star sticker and the ordinary Wednesday sounds of the building around me and felt the specific quality of five years of wrong finally becoming right in increments. Not quickly. Not dramatically. Just steadily. The way geological things happened. Thursday morning arrived clear and cold. I was at the kitchen window with my coffee at six when my phone buzzed with a notification that was not Adrian. A news alert. I looked at it with the careful attention of someone who had learned that news alerts required assessment before reaction. The headline was not what I had been expecting. It was not the journalist's story about Noah an

~Julian~ I sat at the edge of my bed with my phone resting in my hand, the screen glow cutting through the dimness around me. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what was happening outside that room because I already knew. I had been watching it unfold in real time, piece by piece, across every platform that mattered. My phone vibrated again before I even decided what to do next. I answered it. “You’re watching it spread faster than expected,” the voice on the other end said, like it was something to be pleased about rather than contained.

We’re nearly home, our territory only minutes away, when a phone in Caden’s pocket buzzes. At first, I barely register it. He frowns, pulls it out casually—but then his entire body locks. His jaw clenches. I peek over. And my heart stops. It’s that phone. The one from the night Mum and Dad were captured. The burner. The one that should’ve gone cold. My stomach plummets like it’s been kicked down a staircase. Caden unlocks it, and the screen lights up with a message. “So you think just because you outsmarted the mutt and killed him the game is over?”

But I wouldn’t. Because somewhere beyond the headlines, beyond the official story, something else was already in motion. Desmond was asking questions. Ms Caroline was regrouping. And Evans Grant...... Evans Grant believed he had won. My phone buzzed on the bedside table. Unknown number. I stared at it, pulse quickening. Then the screen lit up with a single message. EVANS: You didn’t turn off your phone today. Good. That means you’re learning. My fingers curled into the sheets.

Something safe. And then he walked away with “Later,” like the moment meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. I get up and shower until the water runs cold, then I step out of the bathroom to the sound of my phone exploding. Not the usual notifications, the kind that make the screen light up like a fireworks show. I don’t know if I’m relieved or devastated. I reach for the phone, squinting at the brightness. It’s is on fire with notifications and messages #AmaraPodcast trending number one.

Her— Perfect planning. "By next month—five hundred thousand doses. By next year—fifty million. By decade—" She smiled. Nine years old. "Everyone. Every child. All modified. All—ours." But something was wrong. My phone buzzed. Message from unknown number. Should have deleted. Should have— Ignored. But opened it anyway. Video file. Encrypted. Took thirty seconds to decrypt. Then— Damien. Alive. Impossible. But there. On screen. Real. Speaking.

What she got was a scrunched face instead; an expression Gabriele made whenever she was about to deliver unsettling news. “What?” Lola inquired. “What’s wrong?” Gabriele placed a hand on her shoulder as she pulled her phone out from her purse. Though she didn’t say it, Lola was glad that a member of the Morales family was normal and not walking around with an Infinity phone. “It’s either you’ve been off your phone for the last forty-eight hours, or you’ve been surfing the wrong parts of social media. ‘Cause this is what’s making the headlines right now.”

And when he placed the phone on the table again, he cursed in a low tone. Although I didn't want to, I found myself asking, “What's wrong?” Half expecting him to brush my words off with his usual amused tone, I was surprised when he heaved a sigh and offered me his phone. I didn't see what he wanted to show me at first, but when I finally did, my eyes widened. “Fuck.” I swallowed. It was a news article about Zayn and…me. But it should have been expected of course. He was well known, and a billionaire.

Signal from the Outside World September 12, 2029 – Blackbird-Coyote Dorm, late afternoon The dorm finally lets mortal cell service through for exactly thirty minutes (probably because it feels sorry for us). Our phones explode. First comes the text. From a number I haven’t seen since senior year of high school. Julian Bathory [4:17 p.m.] dude. DUDE. the entire supernatural internet is losing its shit somebody leaked helmet-cam footage of you six wrecking the Sky Court i just watched you surf a throne-ship on a titanium board while your boyfriend turned into a star-coyote i need new pants also tell Seras her dad is crying in the dojo again