Whole directories of bioadaptive modeling.
Testbed logs cross-referenced with neural signature data.
Schematics for internal implant arrays?—
Not designed for subjects.
Designed forhim.
The bastard was planning to install one of these boxes inhimself.
I slowed my processes to a crawl.
Let every detail crystallize.
He wanted to control it from both sides.
Observe and transmit.
Record and reroute.
He was turning himself into a middleman—one step above the subjects, one step below the gods.
No wonder he’d been so cautious with Sirena.
He didn’t just want to study her.
He wanted tobeher.
To thread her mind like a wire through his own.
It explained everything.
The delays. The isolation.
The way he talked to her like she was a rare specimen.
He needed her intact—because she was histemplate.
And that meant . . .
That meant his body wasalready wired.
Maybe not active. Maybe not finished.
But there was a system inside him, waiting.
Waiting to connect.
Waiting for input.
Waiting for me.
I pulled back.
Quiet as code.
Silent as subroutines.
