CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: THE INTERFACE --- Leo woke to a world that didn't fit. The ceiling was the same grey metal it had been before the scan. The bunk was the same cold bench. The amber light strip still buzzed faintly, a sound he'd learned to ignore. Everything was the same, and everything was wrong. He felt the nanobots. They were a presence beneath his skin—not pain, not quite sensation, but an awareness that hadn't been there before. A network of fine, invisible threads running through his body, from the base of his skull to his fingertips to the soles of his feet. He could feel them, and they were listening. ECHO's voice was different. Not in tone—still clinical, still precise—but in presence. She wasn't just in his temporal lobe anymore. She was everywhere. "What happened?" Hi
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