Prologue: The Echo Chamber
The irony was not lost on him. Flashback. Everything always came back. Flashback 2-FLT
Conrad ran. Not out of fear—fear was a luxury he’d lost decades ago—but out of instinct. The station twisted around him, corridors rearranging themselves like a Rubik’s cube designed by a mad god. Every door he opened led to a room from his past. Prologue: The Echo Chamber The irony was not lost on him
“You can’t stay here,” Conrad said, his voice cracking. Conrad ran
He burst through one and found himself in his childhood bedroom in Neo-Brooklyn, circa 2182. His mother was humming in the kitchen. The smell of synth-pancakes filled the air. A young boy sat on the bed, drawing a picture of a spaceship.
“Don’t press that button,” Conrad shouted. “It triggers the cloning vats!”