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Chapter 12 - The First MemoryThey reached the lake by nightfall.

The old cabin was still there.

Abandoned.

Rotting.

Waiting.

Evan entered first.

Every step felt familiar.

Too familiar.

Lucas followed.

“Dad?”

Evan looked at him.

“I'm here.”

Lucas smiled faintly.

Despite everything.

That word still mattered.

They searched the basement.

Nothing.

Then Lucas touched the wall.

“Here.”

A hidden panel opened.

Inside was a metal box.

Mara recognized it.

“That was your father's.”

Evan opened it.

Inside was a cassette tape.

A handwritten note.

And a photograph.

The note said:

FOR THE ONE WHO REMEMBERS LAST.

Evan inserted the tape.

His father's voice filled the room.

“If you're hearing this, then my wife failed.”

Mara closed her eyes.

“She will choose the project over the family.”

Evan looked at Mara.

The recording continued.

“Subject Zero was never meant to be a person.”

Evan stared at the tape.

“He was meant to be a storage vessel.”

The voice described the first experiment.

A child's memories could be encoded.

Then transferred.

Not copied.

Transferred.

The original consciousness could theoretically survive inside another brain.

Evan whispered:

“So they were trying to move a mind.”

“Yes.”

The recording continued.

“And they succeeded.”

The room went silent.

Evan looked at Lucas.

“Whose mind?”

His father's voice answered.

“Mine.”

Evan staggered.

“What?”

The tape clicked.

“My son does not carry my memories because of genetics.”

“He carries them because I placed them there.”

Lucas touched his head.

“I remember him.”

Evan's skin prickled.

His father had implanted memories into him.

Memories he believed were his.

The reason Evan had always felt disconnected from his childhood.

The reason flashes appeared.

The reason his own face haunted him.

Because part of his mind belonged to someone else.

Mara began crying.

“There was no way to reverse it.”

The tape continued.

“So I created a failsafe.”

The final message was simple.

“If Helix ever tries to activate the inherited memory sequence, they will need one person.”

Evan waited.

“Lucas.”

The tape stopped.

Lucas whispered:

“Why me?”

Evan's voice cracked.

“Because you're the final key.”

Suddenly, someone applauded.

They turned.

Richard Kane stood in the doorway.

“You finally understand.”

Evan raised his gun.

Richard smiled.

“Don't.”

He pointed at Lucas.

“Or he'll trigger it.”

“What?”

Richard pressed a button.

Lucas collapsed.

“Lucas!”

Evan caught him.

The boy's eyes were open.

But they were empty.

Richard stepped closer.

“His brain has entered synchronization.”

“With what?”

Richard answered:

“Subject Zero.”

Mara screamed.

“What have you done?”

“Nothing.”

He looked at Evan.

“Your son did it himself.”

Lucas suddenly spoke.

But the voice was not his.

It was deeper.

Older.

Calmer.

“Hello, Evan.”

Evan stared.

“What?”

Lucas smiled.

“I remember everything.”

Richard's smile faded.

Because he realized something.

The synchronization had not connected Lucas to Subject Zero.

It had connected Lucas to something else.

Something much older.

Something Richard had never seen.

Lucas slowly looked toward him.

“Grandfather.”

Richard froze.

“You know who I am?”

Lucas smiled.

“Yes.”

May you like

Then he said the one sentence that erased every trace of confidence from Richard's face.

“I remember the day you killed my grandmother.”

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