The Weight of Consciousness
The facility was a void of white—white walls, white floors, and a white ceiling that stretched into an infinite, sterile distance. In the center of the room, Subject 0 lay in a suspension pod, his physical body a withered husk, his consciousness a shimmering stream of data flowing through a thousand fiber-optic cables. The sons, Kael and Soren, were not doctors; they were systems architects....
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