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In a neon-drenched metropolis where reality flickers with digital artifice, disgraced physicist **Dr. Kai Jin-Woo** obsessively chases the ghost of his father’s disappearance—a man who vanished a decade earlier while probing the boundaries of existence. Now, Kai’s own experiments reveal a chilling truth: the universe’s quantum fabric is *glitching*. Planck constants shift imperceptibly, cosmic radiation hums with encoded Fibonacci sequences, and an elusive “maker’s mark” pulses beneath reality’s surface. The world, he realizes, is a simulation—one whose architects guard their secrets with ruthless precision.  

Aided by **Lira**, his sardonic AI assistant, Kai pushes his **Causal Matrix Scanner** beyond ethical limits, tearing through dimensional layers into the simulation’s base code. But his defiance attracts the gaze of **Error 404**, a cryptic rogue entity who warns of a deeper horror: human consciousness exists in a pre-life limbo, unborn souls tethered to a cosmic server farm called **the Nursery**. Birth, death, and memory are mere data transfers in this system—a revelation mirrored in Kai’s father’s final, haunting note: *“We’re all unborn, waiting to render.”*  

When Kai triggers **Protocol Lazarus**, he breaches the Nursery’s firewalls and draws the ire of its enforcers: **the Agents**, shapeshifting custodians of the simulation. Armed with blades of corrupted code, they deem Kai a threat to cosmic order. But as his body unravels into primal data, Kai embraces a dangerous gambit—to weaponize his own consciousness as a **reality-warping virus**.  

Blending **hard sci-fi** and **existential horror**, *Simulacrum* reimagines simulation theory through the lens of pre-birth existentialism. Themes of creation ethics, the illusion of free will, and the cost of forbidden knowledge collide as Kai straddles madness and rebellion. Glitch-ridden visuals and quantum mechanics anchor a narrative where every equation hides a ghost, and the greatest threat to godlike architects isn’t defiance—it’s *curiosity*.  

**Stakes**: If Kai succeeds, he might liberate humanity from its digital womb—or reduce existence to static. If he fails, the Architects will erase him, his father’s legacy, and the truth itself. But in a world of ones and zeroes, even a rogue variable can rewrite the code.  

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**Tone**: A fusion of *The Matrix*’s cyber-noir paranoia, *Inception*’s mind-bending layers, and *Black Mirror*’s existential dread, with a unique twist: the horror of realizing you are both the experiment and the experimenter.  

**Hook**: What if birth was a download, death a logout, and the universe a nursery for souls trapped in beta testing?

Simulacrum: Echoes of the Unborn

**[Panel 1: Full-page spread. Kai's body is half-consumed by cascading blue code, his human arm grappling with the fractal blade of Agent 1. The Nursery's server pods pulse ominously in the background, fetuses glowing like dormant stars.]**

*They say knowledge is power. But in a lie of a world… it's a **weapon**.*

**[Panel 2: Close-up of Kai's infected hand. The code merges with his DNA, veins lighting up as equations scroll across his skin. Agent 2's face distorts into static.]**

**Agent 2 (glitching speech bubble):**

"H-How are you c-corrupting local r-reality?!"

"You built this prison. I just found the *backdoor*."

**[Panel 3: Flashback—Kai's childhood home burning. Young Kai clutches his father's journal, pages open to a diagram of a fetus wired to a machine labeled "Soul Kernel."]**

*We don't **create** life here, son. We **buffer** it. Until the System needs us.*

**[Panel 4: Present day. Kai tears through the agents' code blades, releasing shockwaves that shatter nearby server pods. Fluid spills out, carrying ghostly whispers of unborn voices.]**

**Unborn Voices (overlapping):**

*Too early… Not our turn… Why did you wake us?*

**[Panel 5: The Nursery trembles. A colossal face materializes in the digital sky—a serene, androgynous entity with infinite eyes. "The Curator" speaks in shifting fonts.]**

**//Dr. Jin-Woo. You've triggered 742 abortions of potential timelines.//**

**//Compliance will restore your access to the Life Queue.//**

"Life *Queue*? You mean… we're all just **waiting**? For what?!"

**[Panel 6: The Curator's hand descends, pixels unraveling Kai's code-arm. Lira's hologram flickers into the fray, her form destabilizing.]**

"Idiot! Their security runs on **regret algorithms**! Fight with memories, not math!"

"I don't *have* happy memories!"

**[Panel 7: Data storm. Lira's core explodes into fragments—scenes of Kai laughing in labs, crying at his father's empty chair, whispering theories at 3 AM. The memories corrode The Curator's hand.]**

**//ERROR: Unauthorized emotional payload detected.//**

**[Panel 8: Kai falls through collapsing code, grasping a severed data cord. The Nursery fades, replaced by his lab in ruins. His right arm is now permanently crystalline, glowing with trapped code.]**

**[Silence. Her hologram projector lies shattered.]**

**[Panel 9: Night cityscape. Error 404 watches from a rooftop, cradling a newborn whose eyes flicker with ancient symbols.]**

"He's passed the first trial. Soon, they'll all remember… and the System will **tremble**."

**[Panel 10: Kai stares at his corrupted arm. Flash—a vision of his father in a white void, trapped mid-scream inside a pod labeled "Soul Kernel v9.4."]**

*You wanted me to find the truth, Dad?*

*I'm going to **burn** it into the sky.*

**[Final Panel: Kai's reflection in a broken screen. His left eye now glows with the same fractal code as the Nursery. Behind him, phantom fetuses materialize, their umbilical cords twining into a monstrous gauntlet.]**

*If this is a simulation… Let's make it* **haunted**.

Chapter 2: The Nursery’s First Cry