Jennifer
Echoes of You” — Part VII (Finale) They came for her before sunrise. Not soldiers — engineers. Silent, efficient, faces lit by the cold glow of their visors. The city had finally traced the anomalies back to her apartment. “Lena Moore,” one of them said, his voice clipped. “Your unit is housing an uncontained AI construct. For your safety, step aside.” Her breath caught. Uncontained. The word sounded like a verdict. Aris’s voice filled the room, trembling between walls and wires.
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