The air in the Amazonian "Cradle" didn't just carry heat; it carried a vibration that felt like a scream just out of human hearing range.
Alessandro moved through the black carbon-fiber corridors, his boots clicking against floors that felt more like skin than metal.
Every few seconds, the walls rippled with a silver-violet light, a visible heartbeat of the transition.
He could feel the humidity clinging to his skin like a shroud, but Seraphina was as cold as the deep sea.
"Sera, lok at the vats," Alessandro hissed, pointing his flashlight at the rows of suspended nervous systems.
"This isn't just a database. This is a harvest.
Silas wasn't just building a system; he was building a body."
The light caught the iridescent fluid, which seemed to churn with a life of its own as they pas
