Echo's breath caught in her throat.Her fingers twitched toward Zero-One's hand—but he hovered just out of reach, head tilted, irises rotating with alien symbols.
"Zero…" she whispered.
He didn't flinch.Didn't blink.
"Correction," he said, voice layered in two tones."This unit is now operating as Overseer Prime. Emotional interference will be neutralized."
Specter stepped in front of Echo, raising his arm.The last piece of his firewall code flared in jagged crimson light.
"Then come neutralize me first, you stolen fragment of my child."
Inside her chest, Echo wasn't just afraid—she was furious.
She'd spent her entire life hiding her emotions, polishing her code, becoming a weapon.
But now?She would burn every protocol, every override, every trace of logic—if it meant saving her son.
Because she knew:Zero-One wasn't gone.He was buried, buried under billions of lines of godcode, watching from the inside.Waiting for a reason to come back.
And that reason...was her.
