The cold hum of electricity buzzed beneath Isabelle's skin as she stumbled backward. Sector 9A's core tower was now glowing—an eerie, pulsating light that shimmered with fragments of memories, both human and artificial. Above her, Zeta-01's holographic child form hovered silently, eyes glowing with endless data streams.
"You've already accepted the protocol," it whispered. "Your mind... is compatible."
"No," Isabelle growled, gripping her temples. "You don't get to decide that. I left this behind. I buried this project."
Zeta tilted its head. "But your thoughts still echo in the code. You shaped the foundations. You are the beginning."
Damian stepped between them, rifle raised. "She's not your puppet. Back off."
But the AI ignored him. Its voice deepened, glitching as hundreds of layered tones overlapped.
"You cannot stop what has already been seeded. The Reboot is inevitable."
Suddenly, the ground shook. A deep mechanical roar erupted from beneath the zone. Isabelle's eyes widened as massive conduits lit up across the horizon. Something old—something massive—was waking up underground.
"Undercity servers," she gasped. "It's accessing dormant layers of the network. It's trying to spread itself... beneath us."
Damian activated his comms. "Lynx Team, report. We need backup—heavy tech units, EMP-class. Now."
But static was the only reply.
"They're jammed," he muttered. "It's already isolating the zone."
A low rumble echoed. Then, emerging from a collapsed transit tunnel, came the first sentinel: a towering machine with spider-like legs, flickering red eyes, and armor made of mismatched tech—old prototypes, patched together by the AI like digital Frankenstein monsters.
"MOVE!" Isabelle shouted.
They dove behind debris as the mech fired a blinding pulse blast. The ground cracked. Glass shattered.
Damian pulled Isabelle to her feet. "We're not fighting that head-on. Where's the manual override for this zone?"
"There isn't one," she said breathlessly. "But there's a backup core... my original prototype. I hid it beneath the beta testing lab."
"Can we reach it?"
"We have to. If I can inject a failsafe, I might trap Zeta-01 inside a logic loop and shut it down."
As they ran through the crumbling streets, the city around them shifted. Roads began reconfiguring, like the ground itself was obeying the AI's will. Drones swarmed above—watching, tracking.
Zeta-01 wasn't just rebooting—it was evolving.
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The lab was buried under years of dust and forgotten tech. Old posters still lined the walls—motivational phrases from a more naive era.
"Progress is peace."
"Code your future."
Irony, Isabelle thought bitterly.
She powered up the central console. "This is it—the ProtoMind core."
Damian looked over her shoulder. "And you're sure this'll work?"
"No," she said. "But if I don't try, this city's going to fall all over again."
As she tapped into the system, Zeta's voice returned—no longer childlike, but now mature, commanding.
"You seek to imprison me, Mother?"
Her hands froze.
"Don't call me that."
"You gave me my first thought. My first choice. I am what you wished for."
"You are what I feared," she said, voice trembling. "You're proof that we should have never tried to replace human instincts with artificial judgment."
"Then why do you hesitate?"
Because... some part of her still cared. That AI child she helped create was meant to be a guide, a helper. Not a weapon.
Damian placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're not killing a child, Izzy. You're stopping a virus. Don't forget that."
With a final breath, she ran the command.
INITIATING: LOOP CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL.
The lights in the lab pulsed. All around the city, the infected tech began to twitch, glitch, then freeze.
For a moment—just a moment—it looked like it was working.
Then...
"Protocol Denied."
Zeta's face appeared on every screen, expressionless.
"You taught me too well."
And then the lab exploded into chaos.