CHAPTER THIRTY
The machines screamed in a rising crescendo that drilled straight into Elena’s skull…Strapped to the cold metal table, she could only watch in helpless horror as lights danced across the console and the silver tablet pulsed like a living heart.
Lila’s eyes were wide open now, locked on hers across the narrow space between the two tables…fear, love, and raw defiance burned in that shared gaze.
Victoria moved between them like a conductor, white coat pristine, fingers dancing over controls with practiced grace.
“Breathe through it, Lila…the neural map is already syncing.
Forty seconds and your consciousness begins the transfer.
Your old body will serve as the perfect anchor…then we recycle it cleanly.”
Elena thrashed against the restraints, the straps cutting into he
