I stood in the center of Freya's lab, surrounded by wires and monitors.
The device in my chest was silent, but I could feel the network pulsing through every fiber of my being. I'd been connecting to everything—the fragments, the splinter network, the unified consciousness, the people in the city. The connections were forming, weaving together like threads in a tapestry.
But it wasn't enough.
"The End is moving faster than we expected," Freya said, her voice tight with worry. "It'll be here in less than two days, not three."
I nodded slowly. "Then we need to accelerate the process. I need to connect to everything, now."
"Everything?" Freya stared at me. "James, that's impossible. There are billions of consciousnesses out there. You can't connect to all of them."
"I don't have a choic
