Chapter2: Unbroken spy
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For three days, I’d been chained to a steel chair—dragged out, shoved back, slammed down like an animal.
No light. No time. No right to remain silent.
Electric shocks. Broken ribs.
The same questions, played on repeat like a machine:
> “Your real name?”
“Who runs the Mexico route?”
“Which cabinet member is the mole?”
I said nothing.
There was nothing worth saying.
They beat me.
Starved me.
Showed me fake death files of people I once cared about.
I sat still.
Breathed steady.
Stared into the eyes of every interrogator like I was the one asking the questions.
“No way,” one inspector muttered, exhausted.
“He’s not human. He’s ice.”
A superior stepped out of the room, pulled out a phone, and made a call—off record.
> “Plan A failed.
Move him to Room Seven.
Activate Reclaim.”
Later that day, they moved me to a room blindingly white.
Machines. Electrodes. A doctor in a lead-lined coat.
They strapped me in.
Placed a dome-like device against my forehead.
Blue lights flickered in silence.
Then a cold female voice echoed through the intercom:
> “Official statement from the Global Security Council.”
“RECLAIM — the first machine capable of scanning and reconstructing human memory — is now formally unveiled.”
“The first live test will be conducted on subject Shadow Lord.”
“The memory scan will be broadcast live to the entire world. Humanity deserves the truth.”
- Writer
