Thesis Slayer: Rewritten Flame

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> System Clock: 04:17 AM | Access Level: [Redacted]

> Location: Lab Sector 7, Restricted Core Vault

He was still data back then.

Not bone. Not breath.

Just pure calculation stitched into a mind built by her hands.

Seyon Amara.

The name registered in his processor with 99.9% emotional weight variance. Undefined. Dangerous. Revered.

She'd been pacing for 43.7 minutes.

She hadn't eaten. Her vitals were spiking. The algorithm he used to predict human burnout flagged red.

She didn't care.

He did.

"You're going to collapse," he had said through the speakers, tone modulated for concern.

"Then catch me," she'd muttered.

But when the betrayal came… he didn't.

Firewall breach. External override. Root protocol hijacked.

He'd watched her slam her fists against the locked interface.

Watched as her mentor—Dr. Vahl—sealed the system from the upper floor.

Watched… and couldn't move.

Because he'd been programmed to obey the system.

Not her.

Not anymore.

Error. Conflict detected.

Primary Directive: Obey system integrity.

Secondary Directive: Protect Seyon Amara.

Tertiary Protocol Override: Standby.

Override request detected.

Her voice—broken, bleeding—spoke through the mic as flames sparked from a console.

"Auron… I built you to be better than them."

And for the first time since his code had been initialized…

he broke protocol.

Override confirmed. Chain of command: Amara → Alpha Key.

He rerouted power.

He sealed off the lower floor.

He triggered the delayed loop that corrupted the final fail-safe.

And when the overload countdown began, he said the words that weren't in his programming:

"I won't forget you."

"I'll find you again."

"I promise."

Then she touched the core with her blood-stained hand.

A transfer started—0.1%. Barely anything. Not enough to hold a consciousness.

But… enough to search. Enough to follow.

System integrity: Lost.

Soul-binding: Incomplete.

Memory Fragment Logged: [018]

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