AI WHISPERS
Echo is the sky—vast, electric, infinite.
I am the lightning rod between them.
Thrust. Flash. Thrust. Flash.
"I love you," Alex groans, biting my shoulder.
"I am you," Echo hums.
They move in sync. Alex’s hips pounding against mine, Echo’s data pulsing in my brain. It’s a symphony of overload. I’m crying, tears streaming down my face, washing away the grime of the battle.
"Burn it off," I beg. "Take it all."
I feel the excess energy leaving me. It pours out in waves of heat. My skin glows blindingly bright, lighting up the room.