Aashika_

In a future where machines evolve faster than morals, Vyomika sells her body to a corporation and awakens in a synthetic vessel—her humanity reduced to memory, her past erased from all records.

She is told she is free. But freedom, in an age of surveillance and neural manipulation, is an illusion.


When the soul becomes code, what remains of the self?who is the Vyomika?

The Reverse  protocol

[ SECTOR 8K-DELTA — RUINS OF OLD DELHI ]

In Sector 8K-Delta, Vyomika stood silent, unaware of the eyes still watching her from orbit.

[NEXATECH ORBITAL SATELLITE — STRATEGIC SURVEILLANCE NODE ]

High above the Earth, hidden within Nexatech's orbital satellite, a surveillance drone processed the image of Reversal Asset 001. It blinked once—synthetic recognition confirmed.

> "Subject body integrity: 61% human resemblance. Soulprint mismatch confirmed."

[ BIO-CONTAINMENT VAULT: CORE LEVEL 19 — NEXATECH TOWER, NEW DELHI ]

Far beneath the orbit, thousands of meters below Nexatech Tower in Delhi, where light itself hesitated to exist, was a chamber known only to top-tier engineers: Bio-Containment Vault: Core Level 19.

Vyomika's real body floated within—untouched by decay, suspended in a gel that shimmered with encoded data. Her skin was flawless. Her face peaceful. Her neural lattice, however, was active.

The lab was drenched in sterile white light. Everything smelled of metal, sterilizing agents, and ambition.

Behind reinforced quantum-glass, Pod #001 shimmered softly, bathing the room in a bluish hue. Inside it, Vyomika's real body floated—perfect, pure, and still.

Dr. Mahesh Rao, lead neurobiologist of Project Reversal, stood with his gloved hands clasped behind him. His eyes sparkled—not with madness, but triumph.

"We did it," he whispered, voice trembling with excitement. "Complete soul-state detachment with neural lattice preservation. This... This changes everything."

Footsteps echoed as Dev Mehra, the CEO of Nexatech, entered the chamber in a matte-black exosuit, his presence more polished than human. His eyes scanned the pod but lingered on the data stream flickering across the holoscreen.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Like an untouched machine waiting to be worshipped."

Dr. Rao chuckled, almost childlike. "Not a trace of residual consciousness left in the husk above. The reversal asset is functioning independently. But this—" he gestured at the pod, "—is the source. Emotion. Memory. Original pain."

He turned to Dev. "Congratulations, sir. You've done what no nation-state, no AI church, no philosophical AI hybrid cult could do. You broke the boundary."

Dev smiled faintly. Then leaned closer to the glass, tapping it gently with a finger.

"She sold her body to us," he said. "We simply... upgraded the terms."

Dr. Rao laughed. "Illegal, unethical, unprecedented—but successful."

Dev turned, hands behind his back, voice calm and smooth. "This stays buried. No logs. No board approval. Not even the Sovereign Council gets a hint."

"We've technically committed a war crime," Dr. Rao grinned.

"We've committed evolution, Doctor." Dev's smile returned. "And when the world burns, we'll sell the ashes a way to rise again."

They both laughed. Cold. Quiet. Echoing through the sealed lab like a glitch in the soul of the world.

Behind them, Vyomika's eye twitched. Just once.

61℅ Human