Chapter 28
The silence in the dome was absolute, save for the rhythmic hum of the nutrient pumps keeping the figure in the tank alive. I stared at the woman suspended in the amber gel. She was a mirror of my own anatomy, the same slope of the shoulders, the same curve of the jaw, but her skin was translucent, unmarred by the sun or the scars of the last few months. She was a clean slate, a biological hard drive containing the concentrated code of the Volkov signature.
"It’s a redundant system," I whispered, my voice trembling as I stepped closer to the glass. "Konstantin didn't just want a digital list. He wanted a living, breathing 'Root' for the network. As long as her heart beats, her unique epigenetic markers pulse through the cloud. She’s the signal tower for every 'flag' on the pla
