Three weeks after distribution, I started dying.
Not all at once. Not in one location. In fragments. The forty-seven hosts began experiencing cascading neural failures. Seizures. Blackouts. Consciousness dissolution that felt like drowning in quantum noise.
Albert found me first. My original body—the one in medical facility—started convulsing at 3 AM. Monitors screaming. Doctors rushing in. Brain activity spiking and crashing in patterns that made no medical sense.
"She's rejecting the distribution," the lead neurologist said, checking scans. "Her consciousness is trying to reconsolidate but the quantum pathways are corrupted. She's fragmenting instead of healing. If this continues—"
"How long?" Albert demanded.
"Forty-eight hours. Maybe less. The distributed hosts are experiencing th
