I had transformed three hundred people when the bombs hit.
Not conventional explosives. Quantum disruption devices that tore through the enhancement network I was building. Severed connections. Fragmented consciousness across three hundred hosts simultaneously. Made enhancement poison instead of protection.
The three hundred people I'd touched started dissolving. Screaming. Consciousness unraveling because the protocols were incomplete. Because I'd been rushing. Because forced evolution required careful application that seventeen-hour deadline didn't allow.
I felt each death through quantum connection. Felt them dissolving into probability clouds. Felt my attempt to save humanity becoming m******e instead.
"Eva Morrison." Voice from shadows. Military-grade stealth technology flickering
