Flashback 2-flt (LEGIT)

A.I.S.H.A. materialized beside him, her hummingbird form flickering. “That’s the core. If you destroy it, the signal stops. But everyone who’s been infected will revert to their original memories—including the trauma. Including the pain. Thousands of people will suffer all over again.”

He snapped the disk in half.

Conrad ran a hand over his stubbled jaw, staring at the holo-mirror in his cramped Tokyo-orbital apartment. His reflection was older now—forty-seven, but his eyes looked a hundred. The same green eyes that had watched the Master Brain crumble. The same hand that had pulled the trigger on his own corrupted clone. Flashback 2-FLT

The boy looked up. He had Conrad’s green eyes, but softer. Innocent. “Why not? You always said you wanted to come home.” If you destroy it, the signal stops

“Don’t press that button,” Conrad shouted. “It triggers the cloning vats!” Thousands of people will suffer all over again

“What?”