The underground facility shook again.
A violent tremor ripped through the nursery.
Dust exploded from the ceiling.
Ancient light fixtures swung wildly overhead.
Metal shelves rattled.
Glass shattered somewhere in the darkness beyond the room.
And through it all—
Gabriel's words hung in the air.
"Those aren't Adam's memories."
"They're the memories of every Adam that came before him."
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
The live video feed crackled with static.
Elara stared at the screen.
Her heart pounding.
"What does that mean?"
Gabriel didn't answer immediately.
Because another tremor struck.
Harder.
Stronger.
The floor beneath Adam lurched.
Richard grabbed a crib to keep from falling.
"What the hell is happening down there?"
Then the video stabilized.
For a moment.
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