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He was no longer in Void G115.

The CSF tilted its faceless head.

Not out loud. Directly into his vestibular system. The kind of sound that makes your balance think you’re falling sideways.

Ford reached up. His avatar’s fingers phased through it twice. Third time, the tips tingled—like grabbing a live wire wrapped in velvet. BONELAB - Build 10606174 - Patch 3 beta - CSF.7...

This time, the sky didn’t flicker.

It cracked .

Warning: Unauthorized access to this log is a Level 4 violation. Proceed only if you are cleared for MythOS Kernel exposure. LOG ENTRY: BONELAB_BUILD_10606174_PATCH3_BETA_CSF.7 He was no longer in Void G115

“This is not a test. This is not a secret level. This is the only real thing left in the build.”

Not a nullrat. Not an omni-projector. A human body—or something trying very hard to be one. It sat in a folding chair, wearing a gray prisoner’s uniform with no markings. Its face was smooth, featureless except for two shallow divots where eyes should be. But when Ford stepped closer, the skin rippled , and for half a second, he saw his own reflection—his real reflection, not the avatar—staring back.

It wasn’t in the menu. It wasn’t on the mirror. It was floating three meters above the reclamation bin, rotating slowly like a corrupted hologram. A single, impossible object: Directly into his vestibular system

The mirrors in the hallway shattered. Through the shards, Ford could see the normal BONELAB menu—the main hub, the crane, the little basketball hoop. His friends’ save files. The mods he’d downloaded. All of it, just on the other side of a glass that was now breaking.

Ford tried to step back. His feet were fused to the floor.

Ford’s left hand moved without his input. The constraint system—the subtle muscle-tracking that made BONELAB feel real—glitched. His fingers twitched in a pattern he didn’t intend. A command line appeared in his peripheral vision: sudo open CSF.7 --force --unconstrain He didn’t type that.

“And if I refuse?”

The door swung inward. Inside was a room the size of a broom closet. And inside that room was a body.