Chapter 36
High Commander POV The command deck of the Hive-Ship was a cavern of obsidian and pulsating violet light, a space where silence was a physical weight. I stood before the primary data-stream, watching the thermal mapping of the planet below shift as our terraforming units continued to bleed the heat from the atmosphere. To my kind, emotion was a biological inefficiency—a remnant of lesser evolutionary paths. We functioned on the cold logic of expansion and survival. A subordinate Nova entered the chamber, its movements fluid and biological, and offered a data-tablet. "Commander," it stated, the frequency of its voice perfectly flat. "The monitoring system has flagged a breach in protocol. An A.D.A.M. hybrid has gone rogue." I considered the Hybrid Project—the bridge between our superior
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