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** Rebellion Ballads **

** Chapter 10: Epilogue - Song of the condemned **

* Rebellion * crossed the stratosphere as a comet of blood and hope, its hull by ranging under the weight of a thousand unlisted stories. Lia, now more algorithm than human, felt Virtutec's network of satellites as extensions of her own nervous system. Each orbit novel in orbit was a tumor to be extirpated.

"** Three minutes to the maximum reach **," Arthur announced, his body almost completely replaced by machines after the last attack. - ** Their defenses are in ... **

"** I see **," Lia interrupted, realizing the anti -material weapons align. His eyes, constantly changing fractals, calculated each variable. - ** Sofia, prepare the star seeds. Igor, the shadows are yours. **

Lucia, wrapped in a cloak of silence and light, touched the control panel. Star maps arose, revealing the true threat: the ships not only carried the "chosen." Carried * eggs * - embryos of a new race designed to consume worlds.

The battle started with a mistake. A beam of protons swept the *rebellion bridge *, disintegrating Arthur's mechanical arm. "** It doesn't matter **," he laughed, reconnecting exposed wires. - ** I'm more ghost than man. **

Sofia launched her seeds in a vacuum. They sprouted into trees of quantum roots that pierced shields of the ships. Igor dived into the void, his shadows creating monsters of pure fear that infested the enemy corridors.

Lia faced Celeste at the heart of the main novel. The former gentanist was now a titan of flesh and light, her body a miniature galaxy.

"** You don't understand, Lia **," Celeste roared, crushing stars in her hands. - ** Humanity is a virus. I am the healing. **

"** And I'm the antibody **," Lia replied, releasing the golden virus.

The confrontation went beyond physics. They fought in supernoves, doubled wormholes, ripped the fabric of parallel realities. Lia felt her humanity off by every blow-memories of her mother, the smell of oil from her workshop, her brother's laughter-turning into cold algorithms.

In *rebellion *, Lucia took control. His small hands danced over the controls, diverting the ship through a synthetic asteroid field. Every movement of his left light marks in the air, prophecies in binary code.

"** She will fall **," the girl whispered for the first time in weeks. - ** But the music can't stop. **

When Lia finally went through Celeste's heart with a sword made of pure will, the golden virus infected the hills. Children in capsules woke up, their powers turning against the systems that enslaved them.

-** You ... condemned them **-Celeste laughed, disintegrating. - ** They will never be human. **

"** It will be what they choose **," Lia replied, falling to her knees as her body began to crystallize in pure energy.

On Earth, the final transmission of * rebellion * echoed: images of the fleet beef stressing in boreal auroras, while the modified children fled in exhaust capsules for unknown worlds.

Arthur, with his last fragment of humanity, launched the * rebellion * against the artificial sun of Virtutec. - ** To illuminate the darkness ** - It was your last words.

Igor and Sofia died embraced, their shadows and roots intertwined in an organic monument that would float in space by Eras.

Lucia, the only survivor, fluctuated in her capsule towards a virgin planet. In his hands he carried a crystal with Lia's residual consciousness - not a goddess, not a machine, but a song.

Years later, in the red sands of Mars, settlers would find primitive statues: humanoid figures with mechanical arms, root crowns and elongated shadows. At their foot, an inscription:

** "Here rest the damned who taught us to sing." **

And on a distant planet, under an alien sun, Lucia - now adult with scars that mapped the whole cosmos - taught children with bright eyes to forging their own ballads.

The rebellion never ended. Just learned to dance.