Httoq – Present Moment
Lupa had waited long enough.
She had listened. She had observed. She had let the puzzle arrange itself.
Now, she was ready to move.
They were no longer fragments—not separate, lost voices scattered across the planet.
They were one signal. One pulse. One movement.
She turned to the others.
"Feast," Lupa said. "You need to stop."
Feast, lounging against the far wall, raised an eyebrow. "Stop what, exactly?"
"You know," Lupa said simply.
Feast let out a short, dark laugh. "And if I don't?"
Lupa met her gaze. "Then leave."
Silence.
Feast's expression flickered. Not anger, not fear. Just recognition.
"I see," Feast murmured.
Then, without another word—
She was gone.
Vanished into shadow.
No one tried to stop her.
Because some people aren't meant to be tamed.
And some were never truly with you to begin with.
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A Universe of Two
Lupa exhaled.
It was only a fraction of a second, but in that breath—she felt him.
Boris.
He was here.
She turned.
And there he was.
Not stepping out of shadow, not materializing in a dramatic wave of energy.
Just there, as if he had always been.
"You've been gone too long," Lupa said.
Boris nodded. "I know."
"We needed you."
"I know that too."
Lupa swallowed. "Then why—"
Boris stepped forward. He lifted his hands, his thumbs pressing gently over her closed eyelids.
"I needed you to see first," he said.
And then—
The world split open.
Flashback – The Birth of the Virus
The Amazon.
A helicopter, struggling against a storm.
A woman—pale, lifeless—strapped into a seat, her body already deteriorating.
Hit-her stood at the edge of the wreckage, face twisted in frustration, struggling to lift the body.
The crew was dead.
Their bodies rotting too fast, as if reality itself had rejected them.
Hit-her was alone.
And Boris was watching.
He had been there.
Not physically. Not entirely.
But in the space between moments, between dimensions.
Watching as the President of No Nation, in one final desperate act, tried to erase the evidence.
Watching as the storm shifted, the very air vibrating with something unnatural.
Watching as the body—the woman—moved.
Not alive.
Not dead.
Just becoming something else.
Dividing.
Present Moment – Httoq
Lupa gasped, the vision breaking.
Her hands gripped Boris's arms, holding onto the only thing that felt real.
She could still see it, the moment of transformation.
Not death.
Not decay.
Evolution.
The body had not simply decomposed.
It had become three.
Force. Space. Engineering.
Remo. Romulus. Herself.
Her birth had not been natural.
It had been engineered by something deeper than biology.
And Boris had been there.
She let go, breath ragged.
"You knew."
Boris nodded. "I saw it. But I didn't create it."
Lupa swallowed hard. "Then who did?"
A beat of silence.
Then Boris said, softly—
"The world."
The Plan – No More Waiting
Lupa turned to the others.
"We need to act," she said.
Romulus looked up. "Now?"
"Yes."
"We don't have an army," Remo said. "We barely have supplies."
"We have something better," Lupa said.
She turned to Zerox.
"You're the voice of the Network," she said. "We're done waiting for Federated Minds to find us. We're bringing them here."
Zerox straightened.
"You mean—?"
Lupa nodded.
"We're calling them."
And this time, no one was going to ignore the signal.