I stood in that corridor for what felt like an hour but was probably thirty seconds.
My father. Project Prometheus. Artificial Aspect induction.
The pieces clicked together in ways I didn't want them to.
Nel. The System. The way I can absorb abilities and grow without natural limits. Is that connected to this project?
Unknown. The System's origin remains classified beyond my access level. However, the correlation between your father's research and your current capabilities is statistically significant.
Statistically significant. Thanks for the comfort.
I am not designed for comfort. I am designed for information and optimization.
Fair enough.
I walked back toward Onyx House with my head full of conspiracies and my stomach full of expensive breakfast. The morning sun felt different now. Less warm. More like a spotlight tracking my movements.
