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“What the hell is this?” Ivy clicked a file. A pixelated recording flickered to life. The screen showed a sterile lab. A much younger Evryn strapped to a medical bed, unconscious. Dr. Vale stood beside her, narrating to a camera. “Subject Zero displays exceptional genetic compatibility with neural-AI synthesis. Emotional response centers are remarkably intact. If fusion with synthetic DNA is successful, she will become our first true hybrid—half-organic, half-code.” The video shook. A violent explosion in the background. Red lights. Sirens.

The movement was mirrored perfectly by the thing wearing her face. "Call me what you want. But I have your first kiss stored in my databanks. I have the memory of your mother’s funeral. I have every single one of Victor’s whispers." Subject Zero stepped forward, her boots clicking on the vibrating metal floor. The fortress groaned, tilting five degrees to the port side as an engine exploded somewhere below. "The difference is, I don't care about any of it. It’s just data. Efficient. Cold." "You’re a hollow shell," Elodie growled.

KAYE'S POV I watched the video three times. The first time, I barely breathed. The second time, I focused on every detail, every blink, every pause between words. The third time, I watched my own face staring back at me and felt something inside my chest crack open. Subject Zero looked exactly like me. Not similar. Not close. Exactly. Same eyes. Same mouth. Same way of holding her shoulders, like she expected the world to strike and dared it to try. The difference was age. She looked about twenty years older. Stronger somehow. More settled in her skin.

The thing which scares me the most is the lack of any emotion on Zero’s face. We all get busy looking at Abraham’s ablaze head, his skin chipping away, leaving the bones and flesh exposed. His body joins the head shortly, breaking us all out of the ruthless trance. Zero hasn’t stopped. He is not nearly done with the originals. And this is going to lead to something disastrous. I croak as Ryker lies me down, patting my head softly as if he is assuring a child that he will be coming back in a moment and I don’t need to worry.

Morgan… I paused to remember saving someone. Not long I remember how I saved her and received a stamp on my foot as a reward. The thought of it brought back a twinge of pain from my foot. It was not totally healed.Then I continued to read. … this deed of which I just found out. Come over to my house tomorrow (using the address inside the envelope) for I shall be unavailable today and we shall discuss your reward. I shall be expecting you. Putin Global Inc, Mr. Edgecombe.

Zach and I simply were not suitable for each other. Zach recalled his earlier message and sent a new one. [I shouldn’t have said that last part. I don't want Ruby to see it. She’s pregnant and tends to overthink things. Just treat what I said as something that needs to be handled. I’ll make it up to you in three years with the rest of my life.] I could not help but let out a laugh. Two minutes later, he recalled that message too.

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

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My heart swelled like the Grinches at the movie's end when his first cry rang out as he entered the world. "Dada, Dada!" Tate's high-pitched squeal rang out, sending a poor rabbit running for the hills. Zac squats down, scooping his bite-size clone into his large protective arms. "How's, my little man?" Tate cackles in pure joy as Zac tickles his tummy. Tilting his head to me, "You okay, babe?"

I looked back at the zombie standing there with a pathetic facial expression. Yes the zombie was none other than my dear brother Arthur. He looked pale, with dark eyes, unshaved beard, pale face and god knows what more. I looked around to find the rest of my family members peeping through the door. As the oxygen mask was there I moved my fingers to gesture for its removal. There was one IV cannula attached to my left arm. Arthur held my hand and looked at me with thousands of fireflies in his eyes. I had never seen him so dishevelled. It looked like his whole business just got drowned and he just had lost everything. "Hey." I mumbled with a small smile looking at Arthur.