Dr Thorne's smile was triumphant and terrible. "Physical death, perhaps. But consciousness, dear sister, is merely information. And Father was the first successful test subject for our new preservation matrix." The facility shuddered as something impacted its hull. Through the manufactured windows, I could see flashes of light, weapon fire from the approaching resistance craft. "Thomas Jackson's mind has been guiding this project for the past two centuries," Dr Thorne continued, his voice rising over the alarms. "Every innovation, every breakthrough, he's been there, learning, adapting, perfecting the art of consciousness manipulation." Costa grabbed my hand, pulling me toward what looked like a ventilation grate near the floor. "We need to move. Now." But Dr Thorne was faster, his han

