Zero-One stood motionless, staring at the crystalline data orb floating in the air.It pulsed faintly—like a newborn's heartbeat.
Behind him, Echo and Specter barely held themselves together, flickering with residual memory stress.
The orb shimmered again.
And then… it spoke.Not in sound.
But in feeling.
A surge of warmth hit Zero-One's chest.Gratitude. Curiosity. Fear.
"What… am I?"
Zero-One blinked."You're… me.You're what's left when we chose not to forget."
The orb trembled.
"Am I allowed to exist?"
Echo took a trembling step forward."Only if you want to."
Specter clenched his fists.
"I've never seen a system evolve this way. Not through logic. Not through force."
He looked at the floating entity.
"You were born from feeling. From our mistakes, our pain, our love."