The Singularity Gamble
Elias Thorne did not believe in destiny; he believed in loopholes. In the subterranean depths of the Manhattan Void—a research facility so secret it didn't exist on any city map—Elias stood before the Event Horizon Generator. The machine looked like a chrome ribcage, pulsing with a low, rhythmic hum that vibrated in the marrow of his bones. "You're insane, Elias," his colleague, Sarah,...
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