TheSuccessor Is Born
He was born on an unremarkable morning.
No signs in the sky. No tremor in the ground. No sudden silence among machines. A child entered the world screaming, as children always had, unaware that entire systems were already waiting for him.
He was named Ishan—a name chosen for convenience, not destiny.
For twenty-one years, he lived an ordinary life. He studied, failed, learned, loved cautiously. He had no recurring dreams. No déjà vu. No inexplicable talents. He was not haunted.
That was the first thing that made him dangerous.
The second was discovered by accident.
It began with a biometric scan he did not consent to