My Ultimate Revenge
She and Jerry walked along the quiet lake promenade, guarded but alert.
“I don’t think Creed just wants control,” she said, her tone soft but firm. “I think he wants to rewrite everything, systems, governments, even memory.”
Jerry's eyes narrowed. “He’s not after wealth. He’s after permanence.”
Aria nodded. “Then we’ll be his impermanence.”
Her phone buzzed. Isabelle had sent a new file, embedded messages pulled from Creed’s internal AI network. One phrase kept appearing:
Project Hekate
“What the hell is that?” Jerry asked.
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