"But the eye," I say, nodding toward Asher. "The resonance remains."
"Yes," Morgan interjects, tapping a key on her console. The central holographic projection shifts, displaying a massive, three-dimensional rendering of Asher’s left eye.
Deep within the silver iris, there is a faint, permanent geometric lattice. It is not glowing violently. It is a subtle, beautiful pattern of interlocking hexagons, pulsing with a soft, bioluminescent violet light.
"It’s not a parasite," Morgan explains, her voice tight with scientific awe. "It’s not an infection. It’s a symbiotic evolution. When Asher crashed the Prime Node, the massive surge of digital and biological energy fused a microscopic fragment of the Architect geometry directly into his optic nerve and his visual cortex."
I stare at the hol
