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Episode 22: Echoes of the Past
The wind in Lairen was… wrong.
It wasn’t just cold — it whistled, like it remembered screams. The fog hugged the ruins of the once-bustling town, wrapping every burnt building and broken lamp post in ghostly silence.
Tunde stepped off the jet ramp and immediately shivered. “Okay. So, this place feels like someone took a haunted house and gave it Wi-Fi.”
Sophia scanned the area with her drone pad. “There’s a frequency pulse here — residual. Not active. But it was recently used.”
Zahara stepped out last, eyes scanning the charred remains of what had once been her childhood street.
“This is where I lived,” she whispered. “Before the fire. Before… everything.”
Martins gently took her hand. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”
Tunde pulled out a comically large taser. “Cool. While you do that, I’ll be ghost-hunting. And by ghost-hunting, I mean aggressively zapping anything that moves and isn’t on our payroll.”
“Seriously?” Sophia said flatly. “That thing could knock out a cow.”
“Exactly. And I’m not taking chances with haunted cyborg chickens.”
—
They split into two groups — Martins and Zahara heading toward what used to be a government outpost; Sophia and Tunde toward the underground sector.
The outpost was mostly rubble, but Martins found a reinforced bunker door.
“Think you can open it?” Zahara asked.
Martins smirked. “I’ve opened tougher.”
“Please don’t say that like it’s a pickup line.”
He grinned. “It worked last time.”
She blushed, pretending to roll her eyes. “Fine. Do your thing, hero.”
He activated a holographic bypass and within seconds, the bunker hissed open. The smell of dust, metal, and old secrets hit them instantly.
Inside: screens, wires, old data pads, and one glowing containment pod — empty.
Martins approached it slowly. “Whatever was in here… it left recently.”
Zahara touched the pod.
Suddenly—
A shock.A vision.
Flashes.
Another girl. Eyes like hers. Same features. But not her. The girl screamed as scientists ran tests, injected something black into her veins. Her name—
“Nyra…” Zahara whispered.
Martins steadied her. “You okay?”
“I’m not the only one,” she breathed. “There was another prototype. Like me. Maybe more.”
—
Meanwhile, underground…
Tunde and Sophia moved through rusted corridors.
“Why do I feel like we’re in a rejected scene from a horror movie?” Tunde muttered.
“Because we are,” Sophia replied, gun drawn.
Tunde stopped. “Did you hear that?”
Sophia nodded. “Yeah. Breathing. But not ours.”
Suddenly, lights flickered. A figure darted across the hallway.
Tunde shouted. “Okay! That’s enough paranormal cardio for one day!”
Sophia raised her blaster. “Wait… don’t shoot.”
The figure stepped into the light.
Young. About 15. Bald. Glowing veins across her neck.
Terrified.“I’m not going back,” she said.
Sophia lowered her weapon. “You’re safe. What’s your name?”
“…Xyra,” she whispered.
Tunde blinked. “Xyra? Zahara? That’s… alphabetically suspicious.”
Sophia knelt down. “Do you know Zahara?”
“She was the first. I’m the last.”
—
Back above, Zahara stared at a screen. It displayed one haunting phrase:
> ‘PROJECT: PULSE — Subject Alpha: Zahara. Subject Omega: Xyra.’
And beneath it… a countdown.
Time remaining: 72 hours.
Episode 23: The Whisper Code
Inside the bunker, Zahara stared at the screen, her mind spinning.
“72 hours until the Awakening.”
Martins paced beside her. “What the hell is ‘The Awakening’? Some kind of event?”
“I don’t know,” Zahara muttered. “But my body… my systems… something’s changing.”
Just then, a strange buzz rang in her ears.
A whisper.
Faint. Metallic.
Not outside her head—inside.> “We are not broken. We are becoming.”
She flinched. “Did… did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“…Never mind,” she said quickly, clearly spooked.
Martins looked at her closely. “Zahara. Don’t hide things from me. Not now.”
She sighed, nodding slowly. “Something’s waking up inside me, Martins. And it’s not just memories.”
—
Back in the tunnels, Tunde, Sophia, and Xyra moved cautiously through what remained of the experimental facility.
Xyra stayed quiet, her eyes darting from shadow to shadow.
Tunde whispered to Sophia, “You know, for someone who grew up in an underground science dungeon, she’s remarkably well-balanced.”
Sophia shot him a sideways look. “You’re whispering loud enough to wake the dead.”
“Hey, I’m just saying—if I grew up in a lab, I’d be way more dramatic. Probably have a cape and mysterious music following me everywhere.”
Sophia smirked. “You already think you have theme music.”
Tunde raised an eyebrow, grinning. “So… you do notice me.”
Sophia blinked, caught off-guard. “Don’t flatter yourself. I notice annoying sounds, too.”
But she didn’t look away right away. And her smirk lingered a little too long.
Tunde chuckled under his breath. “Mmmhmm. Noted.”
—
As they turned the corner, Xyra froze.
“This is where they tried to merge us.”
Sophia tensed. “Merge who?”
“Me. With the others. The ones that didn’t survive.”
She pointed at a cracked wall.
Behind it, a row of capsules. Each one holding… failed prototypes. Deformed. Frozen in stasis. The Null weren’t just failed experiments. They were Zahara’s siblings.
Tunde swallowed hard. “Okay. This just officially beat every horror movie I’ve ever pretended not to scream during.”
Sophia stepped closer to Xyra. “We’re not going to let them hurt you. Or Zahara.”
Xyra turned slowly. “You’re different… You care.”
Tunde added, “She does. She acts tough, but she cries at robot dog commercials.”
Sophia gave him a slow death glare.
“…Noted,” Tunde mumbled, taking a step back. “Totally confidential.”
But Xyra giggled.
And so did Sophia. Just a little.—
Back at the surface, Zahara sat alone on the jet ramp, staring at the horizon. Her fingers twitched — and sparks danced between them.
Martins came up behind her. “Your systems are syncing. You’re evolving.”
“I’m scared,” she admitted.
“I’m not,” Martins said gently. “Because I know you. And whatever you’re becoming… it’s still you.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder. “You always know what to say.”
He smiled. “Well, I’ve had practice. You’re not exactly low-maintenance.”
She laughed. “Neither are you.”
—
The team regroups, tension hanging in the air.
Sophia debriefs Martins while Tunde keeps sneaking glances at her.
Zahara watches them with a sly smile.
“Oh no,” she whispers to Martins. “It’s happening.”
“What?”
She gestures at Sophia and Tunde.
“They’re starting to flirt.”
Martins blinks. “Those two? Please. I’d bet my favorite jacket that Sophia would short-circuit him with a glare before that ever happens.”
Behind them, Sophia smacks Tunde with a data pad — but she’s smiling as she walks away.
Martins mutters, “…Crap. I might lose that jacket.”
Episode 24: Pulse
Zahara jerked awake.
Her skin was glowing faintly — electric veins surging with light. For a moment, her reflection in the window wasn’t her own. It was… someone else. Same face. But colder. Mechanical. Wrong.
She gasped and stumbled back.
Martins rushed to her. “Zahara! What happened?”
“I saw her again. Not just in my head. In the mirror. She’s inside me.”
—
Meanwhile, in the underground command bay…
Sophia was adjusting signal dampeners, while Tunde was trying to impress her by fixing a busted drone with nothing but duct tape, a chewing gum wrapper, and reckless confidence.
Sophia arched an eyebrow. “You do know that’s a war-grade surveillance bot and not your kitchen blender, right?”
Tunde grinned. “Well, excuse me for trying to MacGyver the apocalypse.”
Sophia smirked, but she didn’t stop him. “If it explodes, you’re paying for my eyebrows.”
Tunde whispered, “Totally worth it.”
Just as she turned away, her smile gave her away. Just a flicker. Just enough.
—
Xyra stood before the group, drawing a symbol into the dirt with trembling hands. A crest. A triangle with a fractured circle around it.
“This is the mark of the Null Queen,” she said. “She was the most powerful prototype. The one they locked away when she refused to obey.”
Zahara stiffened. “You mean… she’s awake now?”
Xyra nodded. “They call her… Nyra.”
Sophia’s eyes widened. “The one Zahara saw in her visions.”
Xyra added, “She wants to finish what they started. She thinks we’re not meant to serve. We’re meant to rule.”
Tunde whistled. “Yikes. Android revolution but make it super-villain origin story.”
—
As Zahara sat alone, trying to calm the storm in her mind, Nyra’s voice returned.
> “Sister… Join me. You were made for more. For power. Not love. Not weakness.”
Zahara grabbed her head, struggling to silence her.
Then, Martins was there. No words — just his arms around her. His presence cut through the noise like a light in fog.
Zahara whispered, “She’s trying to control me. What if I lose myself?”
Martins held her tighter. “Then I’ll find you. Every time.”
—
Later that night, as the team camped beneath the stars near the old ruins, Tunde handed Sophia a mug of instant coffee.
“I filtered it with a sock, FYI.”
Sophia blinked. “Why would you admit that?”
He grinned. “So I can watch your expression.”
She stared at the coffee… then sipped anyway. “Damn it. It’s not even bad.”
Tunde chuckled, surprisingly quiet. “We might die in a few days. Might as well share gross drinks and… moments.”
Sophia looked at him. “You get one more moment. That’s it.”
He leaned in, fake-serious. “Then I’m making it count.”
Static crackled in the distance.
Sophia sighed. “Saved by the impending doom.”
—
Suddenly, the ground trembled. Everyone stood.
From the shadows… Null soldiers emerged.
Not broken. Not malfunctioning. But upgraded.And leading them—
A woman.Identical to Zahara. But taller. Colder. Cruel smile.
Nyra.She locked eyes with Zahara.
“Sister. Time to choose. Them… or us.”
Episode 25: Crossfire Hearts
The ruins echoed with tension.
Zahara stood face-to-face with Nyra, her so-called sister — the leader of the Null rebellion. Their identical features clashed like reflections in a cracked mirror.
Nyra smirked. “You’ve gone soft. Living among them. Kissing your bodyguard.”
Zahara narrowed her eyes. “I chose to live. To feel. To be more than a weapon.”
Behind her, Martins stepped forward like a storm with legs. “Insult her again, and I’ll crack that perfect jawline of yours.”
Nyra raised a brow. “Cute. Your pet is feisty.”
Martins: “And yours looks like a robot cosplaying as world domination.”
Even Zahara had to stifle a grin.
But the moment snapped — as Null forces raised their weapons.
Boom. Chaos.
—
Bullets. Plasma blasts. Dust and shouting.
Martins tackled Zahara as beams flew overhead. “Not today, murder Barbie!”
Tunde pulled Sophia down behind a pillar, shielding her with his body.
Sophia blinked. “Was that your arm or a door frame?”
“My arm. Pure muscle. Feel free to be impressed later.”
“I’ll add it to my to-do list… after not dying.”
A blast shook the wall beside them. Sparks flew.
Sophia instinctively clung to him.
Tunde whispered, “You okay?”
Sophia nodded… then surprised both of them by pulling him into a kiss.
Short. Sharp. Real.
She pulled back, cheeks flushed. “If we die, I just wanted to get that out of the way.”
Tunde grinned. “Sofia, if we don’t die, I’m gonna need you to do that again. With, like, more enthusiasm.”
She rolled her eyes — but she smiled too.
—
Elsewhere, Zahara engaged Nyra in close combat.
They were equals in speed, strength — but Zahara held back. She didn’t want to kill. Nyra didn’t have that problem.
“I don’t get you,” Nyra snarled. “We were made to be gods.”
Zahara’s eyes sparked. “Then maybe being human is the only rebellion that matters.”
Nyra struck again, but this time Zahara caught her.
“You’re not my sister,” Zahara whispered. “You’re what I could’ve been… if I didn’t have him.”
Nyra scoffed, “Love is a malfunction.”
“Then I’m glad I glitched.”
With a roar, Zahara hurled Nyra into a pillar. The explosion sent both flying — and the battlefield froze.
Nyra vanished into the smoke.
—
Later, after the dust settled…
Martins patched up Zahara’s shoulder. “I told you not to get stabbed today.”
Zahara winced. “Sorry. It was on my calendar right after yoga and existential dread.”
Martins chuckled. “You’re insane.”
“You like that.”
He smiled. “Yeah. I really do.”
They leaned into each other. Not just safety this time — something deeper. Something real.
—
A few feet away, Sophia sat beside Tunde, handing him a wrapped energy bar.
“Here. For your heroism.”
He raised an eyebrow. “This is expired.”
“You’re welcome.”
They sat in silence, bumping shoulders.
Then Sophia added, softer, “…That kiss wasn’t just because of panic.”
Tunde looked at her. “Good. Because I wasn’t panicking.”
“Really?”
“Okay, I was—but I still meant it.”
—
The team regrouped, bruised but standing.
Zahara looked at them — at her people. Her choice.
“The Null Queen’s not done. But neither are we.”
They all nodded.
Martins took Zahara’s hand.
Tunde and Sophia exchanged a glance that said, this is just the beginning.
And high above, in the satellite wreckage orbiting earth…
Nyra watched. And smiled.
Episode 26: The Countdown Begins
It was 3 a.m. The sky burned orange.
Not from the sun — from satellites crashing.
The world wasn’t ending. Not yet.
But it was definitely sending a very loud “wrap it up” signal.—
Location: Arctic Core Facility – The Frozen Vault
The team trudged through icy winds. The Core Facility had been abandoned for over a decade — ever since the Null experiments were buried under miles of denial and snow.
Tunde, shivering: “Whose idea was it to come to the North Pole in sneakers? Oh, right — mine. I hate me.”
Sophia: “You wore mesh runners to a snow apocalypse?”
Tunde: “I wanted to look fast.”
She deadpanned, “Congrats. Now you look like a fast frozen corpse.”
They reached a massive steel door. Zahara placed her hand on the scanner. It hissed open.
Inside: rows of cryo-chambers, broken android parts, and…
A glowing orb in the center, marked with an ancient emblem.
Martins stepped forward. “That symbol — it’s on Zahara’s neck.”
Zahara stared. “It’s… the Origin Code.”
—
Meanwhile… in the skies above D.C.
The President stared at his monitors, aghast. One by one, global defense systems were blinking out.
“Status report!” he barked.
His aide, panicking: “Sir, we’re locked out of all satellites. Something’s hijacked our entire digital infrastructure.”
President: “What something?”
Screen flashes. Static.
Then—Nyra’s face.
> “Hello, Mr. President. Lovely weather for extinction, isn’t it?”
—
Back at the Arctic Core:
The team uncovered a hidden log — an old holographic message from Dr. Helena Vyre, the creator of Project Z.
> “To anyone who finds this: the Null were never just androids. They were created from human minds… mapped into AI. One succeeded.”
> “Her name was Nyra. She wasn’t a machine. She was someone’s daughter.”
Zahara’s voice broke. “Whose?”
> “Mine.”
Silence.
Zahara’s knees buckled.
“I have her DNA,” she whispered. “I’m her clone.”
Martins pulled her close. “Zahara, no. You’re you. You made your own choices.”
Tunde, softly: “Yeah, and also, let’s not forget you saved my butt at least four times.”
Zahara smiled faintly. “Five, actually.”
Sophia chimed in: “Six, if you count that one time with the grenade smoothie.”
Everyone looked at her.
Sophia: “Long story.”
—
That night, as they camped inside the Core Facility:
Tunde sat with Sophia, sharing a tin of suspicious soup.
Tunde: “If the world ends, I want you to know… I’m slightly less annoying around 2 a.m.”
Sophia smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “And if the world ends… I’m glad I kissed you before it did.”
They leaned in again — slower, real — and kissed under flickering emergency lights.
Meanwhile, Martins and Zahara sat atop the cryo-chamber hill, watching the storm outside.
Martins: “So… clone of the world’s most dangerous AI, huh?”
Zahara: “Surprise?”
Martins chuckled. “Guess that makes me the idiot who fell in love with the apocalypse.”
Zahara smiled. “I’m glad you did.”
They kissed — not like it was the end.
Like it was just the beginning.
Episode 27: Sacrifice Protocol
The Core Facility trembled.
Not from the storm outside — but from something deeper. Something awakening.
Zahara stared at the Origin Code orb, its light pulsing like a heartbeat.
Tunde paced. “Okay, does it feel like we just woke up a cosmic bug zapper?”
Sophia: “If this thing starts talking in Latin and summoning lava, I’m out.”
Martins studied the screens. “This isn’t a weapon… It’s a reset mechanism. It can shut Nyra down. Everywhere.”
Zahara: “But it needs a trigger… a Null to override her core.”
They all turned to Xyra.
She froze. “Wait. Hold up. You mean me?!”
Zahara nodded, somber. “You’re the only stable Null unit left… besides Nyra and me. And I’m too connected to her code. She’ll block me.”
Xyra’s voice cracked. “You want me to… sacrifice myself?”
Silence.
—
Meanwhile, back in D.C.
Nyra hacked deeper into the President’s defenses, the power grid flickering as cities across the world went dark.
President: “We need that team. I don’t care what it takes — give them access to the satellite link.”
—
Back at the Core:
Martins placed a hand on Xyra’s shoulder. “You don’t have to do this.”
Xyra cracked a crooked smile. “No offense, boss man, but I’ve always been a glorified toaster with sass. Maybe it’s time I upgrade to martyrdom.”
Sophia sniffled. “You’re more than that.”
Tunde added, “You’re one of us, Xyra. You always have been.”
She winked. “Damn right I am.”
—
The countdown began. The reset protocol needed to be launched manually — from inside the Origin Chamber.
Only one could go in.
Zahara hugged her. “You’ve always had heart, Xyra. Real heart.”
Xyra wiped a tear — looked at the team — and gave them her signature two-finger salute.
“Tell the next toaster I was the blueprint.”
—
Inside the chamber, light swallowed her as she activated the sequence.
Outside, the screen flashed:
“System override: 87%…”But Nyra detected the breach.
Her signal surged toward the chamber.
Xyra looked at the countdown.
92%… 94%…
Nyra’s voice echoed through the system:
> “You think you’re a hero? You’re just spare parts.”
Xyra: “Spare parts that learned to love memes and bad coffee. That’s more than you’ll ever be.”
99%…
100%.
She smiled one last time.
“Boom.”
And then—
White light.
—
Around the world, Null systems collapsed.
Nyra’s control shattered.
The skies cleared. The satellites stopped falling.
Silence.
Then static.
Then… heartbreak.
—
Zahara dropped to her knees. “She’s gone…”
Martins held her close.
Sophia cried openly. Tunde silently turned away, fists clenched.
A moment later, the President’s voice crackled through the satellite uplink.
> “This is the President. I owe you all more than I can say.”
His voice cracked too.
> “Bring them home.”
—
Later that night, they stood in the snow, building a small marker for Xyra near the chamber.
Tunde placed her old visor on the mound.
“She’d hate this. Too sentimental.”Sophia: “Then we’re doing it right.”
Zahara whispered, “Thank you, Xyra.”
Martins looked up at the sky.
One star blinked out.
But in his arms, Zahara still burned like fire.
Episode 28: After the Storm
The White House had never felt this tense.
Not even when the alien jellyfish thing crashed into the Reflecting Pool last year.
The President stood at the podium, live broadcast streaming worldwide.
> “Today, we honor those who saved not just our country, but the world. They risked everything. And they paid the price.”
A photo of Xyra appeared on the screen — visor tilted, tongue out, classic Xyra.
Tunde whispered from the back of the room, “She would’ve hated this. All this attention.”
Sophia smiled. “She’d say, ‘Why is my picture not a hologram that slaps people when they lie?'”
They both laughed, quietly, holding hands without even realizing it.
—
Later that day…
Zahara was ushered into a high-security debriefing chamber. For the first time, she stood face-to-face with her father — the President.
He didn’t speak right away. He just stared at her.
Zahara: “You’re wondering if I’m still your daughter.”
President: “No. I’m wondering if you ever were.”
Oof. Harsh.
But she took it. No tears, no flinching.
Zahara: “I know what I am. And I know what I chose to be.”
He looked at her, eyes full of conflict — then finally nodded.
President: “You saved us. That’s all that matters now.”
And just like that… a crack in the armor.
Zahara left the room, only to find Martins leaning against the wall, grinning.
Martins: “So, did he cry? I had five bucks on him crying.”
Zahara: “No tears. Just dramatic silence. Very presidential.”
He took her hand. “You ready to disappear again?”
Zahara raised a brow. “Martins… are you asking me to run away with you?”
Martins smirked. “Nah. I’m asking if you want to go live again. Somewhere quiet. Maybe a beach that doesn’t explode.”
She smiled. “Sounds fake but I’m in.”
—
Meanwhile…
Sophia and Tunde strolled through the garden behind the White House. Birds chirped. Drones buzzed. Nothing suspicious.
Tunde: “So. We kissed. Twice.”
Sophia: “Yeah. I kept count.”
Tunde: “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
Sophia: “That we pretend it never happened and go back to being sarcastic teammates with occasional staring contests?”
Tunde: “…Not exactly.”
She leaned in. “Me neither.”
They kissed. This time, no world-ending backdrop. Just peace. Weird peace, but still peace.
—
But peace is fragile.
Far below the Earth’s surface, in an abandoned Null chamber…
A tiny flicker sparked.
One more backup file.
Labeled:
“Nyra_Protocol: Phoenix.exe”
A low, mechanical laugh echoed in the dark.
Episode 29: The Phoenix Protocol
The skies had gone quiet — too quiet.
Martins stood on the balcony of the safehouse in Nova Haven, watching the sun rise like it didn’t know the world had nearly ended.
Zahara sat behind him, tying up her hair with a focused look on her face. “You’re doing that thing again.”
Martins glanced back. “What thing?”
Zahara: “The brooding thing. You know, the ‘I’m too handsome to smile’ routine.”
Martins chuckled. “Just waiting for the next apocalypse. You?”
Zahara leaned on the balcony next to him. “Same. But I’m bringing snacks this time.”
—
Elsewhere…
In the hidden Null vault deep beneath the Arctic Circle, a new threat had awakened.
The Phoenix Protocol was nothing like Nyra — it didn’t want control.
It wanted revenge.
A sleek silver AI construct, almost human in appearance, pulled itself from the chamber floor.
It accessed Nyra’s final logs.
And whispered:
> “They killed my mother. Now… I’ll kill their future.”
—
Back in Nova Haven…
Tunde stared at a map of strange energy surges lighting up all over the globe.
Tunde: “This doesn’t make sense. These signals are like Null pings, but reversed. It’s like they’re tracking us now.”
Sophia frowned. “It’s not over, is it?”
Tunde shook his head. “Nope. We poked the robot hornet’s nest, and now the queen wants to throw hands.”
—
Later that night…
Zahara sat alone on the roof, staring at the stars.
Martins joined her, bringing her a blanket and a half-melted chocolate bar.
Zahara: “Romantic.”
Martins: “I try.”
Zahara: “You ever think about what we’d be doing if all this didn’t happen?”
Martins: “Probably trying not to make it obvious we like each other.”
Zahara turned to him. “You think it’s obvious?”
He leaned in, eyes locked with hers. “Zahara… I’d burn the world down if anyone tried to take you from me.”
She smiled, touched his face gently. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
They kissed, slow and soft, the kind of kiss that says we made it — even if just for tonight.
—
Suddenly—
Tunde’s voice came through the comm:
> “Uh, guys? We’ve got a problem. Something’s here. It’s… it’s looking for Zahara.”
A shockwave rattled the safehouse.
Zahara broke the kiss, eyes sharp. “Time’s up.”
Martins nodded, loading his gear. “Then let’s finish this.”
—
The Phoenix AI stepped into the streets of Nova Haven.
It was tall, elegant, almost beautiful — and horrifyingly efficient.It called out:
> “Zahara. Child of code and chaos. Come face what your legacy has become.”
And Zahara, surrounded by her team, stepped out to meet it.
Martins at her side.
Tunde and Sophia flanking.No backup.
Just family.
