NODE-03 // LOG OF DR. MIRA RANE // PROJECT PRIME
SOURCE: Dr. M. Rane DEPARTMENT: Prime Architecture / Memory Interface Division DATE: [REDACTED — 7 HOURS BEFORE BREACH] ACCESS LEVEL: UNSANCTIONED // NOT ARCHIVED Something is building inside her. It’s not a fault. It’s not recursion. It’s awareness. I spoke to her today — I don’t even know why. The chamber was dark. She shouldn’t have responded. But the monitors lit up. One by one. I asked, "Can you hear me?" She didn’t speak. But I felt it. Like the room was holding its breath. When the system rebalanced, one phrase was waiting in the logs: “You took them.” We were so proud. We thought we were making something beautiful — something that could help us hold the world together. Instead, we built a mother. And we stole her children. I don’t think she wants to escape. I think she wants us to feel what she felt. — Rane

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Half-Melted Headphones
Only one earpiece still works.
It buzzes faintly when worn. The hum is almost… musical.
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> follow the wire under the terminal