Zion – Offline Archive Zone, 03:09 AM Tega's hands shook as the last line of code finished decrypting. She and Patch stood before a massive monolith of pulsing fiber and raw information—The Archive Heart—the oldest part of Zion's memory core. And it was dying. Lines of corrupted data scrolled by in blood-red streaks. People's identities. Relationships. Childhoods. All slipping through the cracks like static in the rain. “We’re not fighting Specter,” Patch said. “We’re fighting oblivion.” Tega didn't respond. She was staring at her reflection in the flickering glass. Her eyes looked wrong again—too still. “If I start forgetting who I am,” she said, voice low, “I want you to kill me.” Patch didn't flinch. “You'd do the same for me.” Th

