"Kael?" a voice whispered in his mind. Not a memory. Her.
But inside his skull, two heartbeats. Two sets of instincts. His right hand trembled—it was Mira’s nervous tic. ---- Tool-wipelocker V3.0.0
His breath caught. She wasn’t data anymore—she was a phantom imprint. But ghosts could be rehydrated. He’d need a biosynaptic bridge, a raw neural lattice, and… a willing host. His own mind. a raw neural lattice
The chip screamed back.