Julius_Nicho

In a future ruled by surveillance and silence, one man’s fight for his daughter ignites a revolution.

Kirion, a war-scarred medic turned resistance strategist, has spent years battling a regime that turned truth into a weapon. When his daughter—Amaya, a gifted hacker—is captured and twisted into a tool of control, Kirion must risk everything to bring her back.

But saving her is only the beginning.

As the uprising spreads and the regime falls, Kirion and his allies must face a harder battle: rebuilding a broken world with justice, not vengeance. Through war, healing, and legacy, Young, Wired, and Raising Little Ones tells the story of a father, a daughter, and a nation learning not just how to survive—but how to lead, love, and raise the next generation in peace.

Young, Wired and Raising Little Ones

The air in the mountain lab was thin, charged with quiet urgency and the hum of advanced machinery. Beneath the metal ceiling, surrounded by makeshift med-tech and rebel engineers, Kirion sat upright on the operating table, a sterile bandage wrapped across his eyes.

The blindness had become his world. A prison of darkness. One he had grown to navigate, endure—but never accept.

"Kirion," came the voice of Anen, the rebel scientist known to most only by her codename, Needle. "It's time."

He tilted his head. "You're sure this will work?"

Needle's hands paused over the sleek syringe in her palm, filled with a glowing silver serum. "It's unstable. Illegal. Probably stolen. But if your daughter's data is right—and it usually is—this compound could restore your vision… and then some."

The serum had been built from remnants of a lost project—Neural Reboot 5. Canceled by the regime for being "too unpredictable," it was meant to do more than heal. It was designed to enhance sensory processing, rebuild optical nerves, even stimulate hyper-intuition. A soldier's dream, buried in bureaucratic fear.

Needle nodded, inserted the needle, and pressed the plunger.

Not literal flames, but his nerves lit up as if they'd been set ablaze. White sparks exploded behind his eyelids, and he screamed through clenched teeth as the darkness writhed, pulsed, and began to bend.

He collapsed backward, heart racing.

"Kirion," Needle's voice came through static. "Kirion, can you hear me?"

He blinked. The world was… blurry, and bright.

And then, slowly, light sharpened into form—her face. Needle, hovering over him, relief softening her usually impassive expression.

He sat up, slowly, adjusting to the alien clarity. Everything was hyper-focused. He could read tiny text from across the room, count the pores in her skin, hear the faintest vibrations of machinery outside the walls.

He staggered to his feet and faced the others in the lab, who had gathered around him in silence. When they saw his eyes—glowing faintly with a silvery-blue sheen—they stepped back, unsure whether to cheer or fear.

He gave them his answer by speaking clearly.

"I'm not just back. I'm better. And now, I'm going to end this."

One of the young rebels grinned. "What do we call you now? Kirion 2.0?"

He smirked. "No. Just Kirion. But this time… the one who sees everything."

A transmission came through. Encrypted.

"Dad. They moved Mom again. New coordinates coming in. And… they've set a trap."

He tapped into the terminal, scanning the code in seconds with his upgraded mind. He cracked the layer in one minute flat.

"I see it," he said. "Let them set the trap. I'll spring it. And when I do, there'll be nothing left of their chains."

Behind him, the rebels began gathering gear, hope rising in the lab like sunrise after the longest night.

Chapter 83: The Healing Weapon