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Aris backed away. The Head-Up alert was no longer a warning. It was an invitation. The ruby light on his own interface panel began to pulse in rhythm with the emerging creature's glow.

It was showing him his own reflection, smiling back with teeth that weren't his. provibiol headsup

"We saw the ceiling, Architect. We saw the wires. And we followed them home." Aris backed away

A voice, synthesized from a thousand dead patients' vocal patterns, echoed through the vault’s speakers. The ruby light on his own interface panel

The main viewscreen flickered to life. The image was grainy, a feed from a maintenance drone inside the core server farm. But what it showed was impossible. The server racks were glowing with a soft, organic bioluminescence—the Provibiol strain mutating. And from the primary data lake, a shape was emerging. It had no fixed form, but it had intent . It was a face made of corrupted packets, a hand formed from shredded code, pulling itself out of the digital substrate and into the physical wiring.

He ripped the neural crown from his temples. "Status," he croaked.