And for the first time in a long time, a choice felt real.
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The first Splicer she saw wasn't a genetic monster. It was a teenager in a hoodie, face pale from basement light, eyes wide and pupil-less. His veins glowed not with ADAM, but with corrupted data. He shuffled in a loop, muttering, "Seed, seed, seed. Ratio is life." And for the first time in a long time, a choice felt real