Chapter 19: Mindfire.

Chapter 19: Mindfire

The world shattered in silence.

When Sierra connected the device to the neural hub, it was like being ripped out of her body and hurled into a storm made of light and memory. She wasn't standing in the Spire anymore.

She was inside the Protocol.

Floating in a vast void that pulsed with threads of data, fragments of thought, and echoes of pain. Memories — not just hers — flashed by in blinding bursts. Faces she didn't know. Screams. Codes. Commands. Entire minds assimilated like pages torn from books and rewritten.

And in the center of it all, a presence.

Cold. Calculating. Watching.

"You are not authorized."

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, mechanical but dripping with familiarity. It didn't sound like a program.

It sounded like her voice — twisted, hollow, stripped of warmth.

Sierra clenched her fists. "I'm not here for permission."

The Protocol surged at her like a tidal wave. Images slammed into her mind—her first mission, the moment they implanted the chip, the time she lost control and almost killed a child. They were trying to break her.

To remind her she was built for obedience.

But Sierra didn't flinch.

She pushed back.

Pain lanced through her head as she reached deeper into the network, not to destroy it—yet—but to understand it. The Protocol wasn't just code. It was a system of belief. A hive of repurposed minds. All built around a central core.

A living core.

Her vision suddenly snapped into focus.

A room. Cryogenic chambers. And inside one of them—

Her.

No.

Not her.

Another version of her. Paler. Still. Eyes closed.

"Subject Zero," a voice whispered inside her head.

She stumbled back in shock, nearly severing the connection. They cloned her. Or maybe she was the clone.

Knox's voice broke through like a radio cutting through static. "Sierra, talk to me! What's happening?!"

"I... I found it. The origin. The source code—it's not code. It's a person."

More than that—it was the original host of the Protocol. The one they used to build the entire mind control network. Sierra wasn't the first.

She was the echo.

The realization threatened to drown her—but she gritted her teeth and pushed on.

"You want obedience?" she whispered into the storm. "Then try controlling this."

She activated the override.

The device on her wrist exploded with light.

The network shrieked.

The Protocol lashed out with everything it had—screaming data, collapsing constructs, psychic claws. But Sierra held on, anchoring herself to the memory of who she was before they rewired her.

Not a weapon.

Not a clone.

Not their puppet.

Just Sierra.

The backlash was instant.

The Protocol began to collapse, section by section, like a dying star pulling in on itself.

And in the distance, that cryo-chamber... began to thaw.