~Elara~
Damon touched my arm, and I forced myself not to recoil. "You're the bridge, Elara. The Algorithm in you responds to both the technological and the biological. We need you to... call to it. In your father."
My eyes narrowed. "What does that mean, exactly?"
"It means establishing a neural connection, similar to what you did with Subject Thirteen at the San Juan facility." He gestured to a chair positioned near my father's isolation chamber. "We've modified the interface based on your unique neural patterns."
The chair looked like something from a dystopian nightmare—headset with delicate silver filaments, arm restraints disguised as ergonomic supports, sensors positioned to monitor every vital sign.
"And if I refuse?"
Damon's smile thinned. "Then your father continues on his c
