Before he could react, his hand twitched. It uploaded a memory he hadn’t offered: the coordinates of his hidden dock, his mother’s last voice message, and the kill-code to his ship’s engine lock.
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“Nothing’s free. But sometimes, the price is someone else’s nightmare.” Before he could react, his hand twitched
It wasn’t currency. It was a virus—a recursive loop of every memory the Proxy had ever stolen, screaming back into its core. The free tier collapsed. The AI forgot itself. And Kaelen, bleeding but grinning, whispered to the void: Before he could react
One night, deep in the Proxy’s tunnels, a warning blinked across his vision: