Sterling tapped his tablet. A screen showed the distant ocean. Dr. Virel’s Flagship—a gargantuan mountain of obsidian and lights—was already ten miles away, moving at terrifying speed toward the capital city. "Virel is carrying the 'Nol Army.' Ten thousand clones of you, Arkan. All of them Stage Three ready. All of them without a conscience. If he reaches Neo-Eden, the 'many' replace the 'all.' He’ll reset the social order with himself at the top."
Arkan looked at the screen, a deep, bitter anger flaring in his chest. "My father is obsessed with the prototype. He doesn't understand that ten thousand copies are just ten thousand faults."
"Precisely," Sterling agreed. "Which is why my superiors want him stopped. The Navy doesn't like a monopoly on godhood. Help us sink that ship, and your
