👉 Previous Decision: You chose Option B – Infiltrate Floor 4 during your shift to physically corrupt the local server nodes using a static discharge pulse.
Under the guise of delivering supply trays, Maya navigated the pristine corridors of Wing C. She found 8-year-old Chloe Sorento sitting at a low table, drawing with colorful crayons. The little girl looked up, her eyes wide and innocent.
“Hello,” Chloe said softly, pointing a crayon at her drawing of a large, ticking clock. “The doctor with the silver watch makes the wall clock turn backward every time the ceiling fans start humming.”
Maya’s breath hitched. A doctor with a silver watch. Julian. She’d seen it glinting on his wrist countless times. And the wall clock turning backward?
It wasn’t just memory partitioning. They were using temporal memory-loop sedatives. Administered when the air-filtration system, disguised as “ceiling fans,” pulsed through the ward. The children weren’t just losing eight hours; their internal sense of time was being actively manipulated, keeping them docile, compliant, endlessly resetting their confusion.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 16 to continue the story.
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