“She designed your mind,” Vale said. “And before she vanished, she left a backdoor in your code. A key only you can turn. Bring her back. Or terminate her if she’s compromised.”
JUQ10 studied the photo. A strange warmth bloomed behind her ribs. Not a glitch. Not a command. Something else. “She designed your mind,” Vale said
She tilted her head. “Identity drift?” Bring her back
Behind her, alarm sirens. Ahead, a dark city and a missing architect. And somewhere in between, nine ghosts of herself waiting to be set free. Not a glitch
Silence.
“You started believing you were someone else. A teacher. A soldier. A child lost in a mall. We had to wipe you.” He tapped a tablet. “But you—JUQ10—you’re stable. So here’s the mission.”
She smiled. “Let them hunt.”