The Midnight Alpha
Thomas said.
Samuel approached. “You are decaying,” he replied.
A pause. Then Thomas smiled. “You are not the first Sun-Omega I have processed. That stopped him. Not physically, But structurally. “That is impossible,” Samuel said.
Thomas tilted his head. “Is it?” The bar flickered. And for a brief moment Samuel saw it. Not this system, Not this war. A previous iteration. Another world. Another failure.
A Sun-Omega consciousness dissolving into a similar hive architecture. Consumed, Repurposed. Samuel felt something tighten inside him. Not fear, Recognition. “You are not an AI,” Samuel said quietly. Thomas leaned back slightly. “No.
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