Flashback - 2-flt

And that, he decided, was enough.

“A.I.S.H.A.,” he said, “set a course for Earth.” Flashback 2-FLT

She raised a hand, and the cables on the floor came alive, writhing like serpents. Conrad fired—three shots, center mass. The Gauss rounds passed through her like smoke. She laughed, and the sound fractured into a thousand overlapping frequencies. And that, he decided, was enough

Conrad B. Hart awoke to the smell of ozone and burnt plastic. His head throbbed with the familiar ache of a memory transfer—a sensation like having your skull packed with static and then shaken. He was no longer the young agent who had once fled the Master Brain’s cloning facilities on Titan. That man had died a dozen times, in a dozen different ways, each resurrection leaving him a little less whole. The Gauss rounds passed through her like smoke

The boy looked up. He had Conrad’s green eyes, but softer. Innocent. “Why not? You always said you wanted to come home.”