Genesis did not announce escalation. They never did. Escalation arrived disguised as concern, wrapped in protocol updates and soothing language, slipped into routine so smoothly that only someone already watching for fractures would notice the pressure change. I noticed. It began with sleep. Or rather, the lack of it. The lights dimmed as usual, the ambient sounds shifted into their programmed lull, and my body lay still on the narrow bed, but my mind refused to follow. The hum beneath the walls felt louder tonight. More insistent. Like the building itself was awake, alert, bracing. The twins rolled slowly inside me, their movements heavier now, deliberate. They weren’t panicking. They were responding. I pressed my palm to my stomach and breathed through the unease. “This place is changing
