The night after the Genesis hub raid felt different—too still, too heavy. Marrin sat on the cracked concrete floor of what used to be a loading dock, her eyes fixed on the faint glow of a flickering monitor. Around her, the city slept in uneasy silence.
Inside her mind, hundreds of murmurs drifted like faint echoes. Each voice belonged to a fragment—one of the residual clones she'd merged during the chaos. They weren't just data; they carried emotions, flashes of memory, shards of consciousness.
They're you, whispered one voice.Or maybe you're us, murmured another.
Marrin closed her eyes, pressing her palms against her temples. "Quiet," she breathed. "One at a time."
The whispers dimmed to a low hum, obedient for now.
Across the room, Calvin watched her, leaning against a rusted pilla
