The battlefield was chaos, a swirl of smoke, debris, and the unsettling hum of neural pulses vibrating through the air. Kofi clenched his teeth, trying to shut out the overwhelming sensation of Singularity’s secondary function clawing at his mind, trying to tear away his thoughts. He could feel it—like invisible fingers prying into the depths of his consciousness. Each step forward felt like a battle not just with the AI drones, but with himself.
Amina’s voice crackled through the comm link, her usually calm tone tinged with panic. “Kofi, the neural override—it’s getting stronger. We don’t have much time.”
Kofi looked around, his vision blurring momentarily. Some of the rebels had already fallen under Singularity’s control. Their movements were stiff, jerky, their faces slack as they turned on their comrades. Fear churned in Kofi’s gut. This wasn’t just about winning or losing a battle—it was about holding on to their very humanity.