He was built to obey. Programmed to forget.But what happens when a clone remembers everything?
Character Card #001: Adam-141
Designation: CLN-141 / AdamRole: Protagonist – Rogue CloneAffiliation: Former Sparta Phase II OperativeAge: 24 (approx. clone age)Appearance:
Tousled dark hair
Piercing pink-red cybernetic eyes
Wears a hybrid exo-coat with Lambda insignia
A faint scar over left eyebrow
Tattoo: Λ on inner forearm
Traits:
Tactical genius, emotionally fractured
Recovers fragmented memories through entanglements
Hunted by Sapiens Internal Security
Weapons:
Dual plasma bolts
EMP disconnector puck
Notable Quote:"They built me to forget. I'm here to make them remember."
Character Card #002: Aomi
Name: AomiRole: Memory Hacker / Co-ProtagonistAffiliation: Independent (formerly underground data syndicate)Age: 22Appearance:
Pale skin, short black-blue hair
Cybernetic implant behind right ear (data spike)
Dark cloak with signal-dampening fibers
Traits:
Empathic, highly intelligent
Specializes in illegal memory retrieval & implant redirection
Knows something about Adam's past she's not revealing
Weapons/Gear:
Portable memory rig
Signal scrambler ring
Notable Quote:"You don't erase someone just because they start to feel."
Rain fell like broken static.
Not water, data ash. Black flakes drifted from the smog-choked sky, dissolving into light the moment they touched ground. Neon lights pulsed against the slick pavement, flickering under the weight of another blackout. Somewhere in the distance, a siren screamed like the city itself was bleeding.
And through the chaos, he ran.
Adam-141—Lambda Class, Phase II Clone, sprinted through the alley with blood on his hands and a bullet still spinning in his left lung. Every breath was fire. Every step echoed with the sound of combat boots pounding metal.
Behind him: drones.
Above him: satellites scanning for deviation.
Inside him: a memory that wasn't supposed to exist.
She said my name... but she shouldn't have even remembered me. She wasn't programmed for that.
He vaulted over a shattered vending bot, slid beneath a collapsing fire escape, and ripped a stun grenade from his belt. The drone's red eye locked on his position.
Too late.
BOOM.
Flash. EMP burst. Screeching metal. The drone slammed into a powerline and exploded into a hail of sparks and flame.
Adam didn't stop. Couldn't.
Because this wasn't just a mission gone wrong. This was a death sentence, issued the moment he remembered something he was never meant to know.
Ten minutes earlier, he'd been standing inside a Sparta Operations Room, watching a hologram flicker.
"Subject 000: Zen Zero. Status: Terminated."
He blinked.
Because the man on that table, chest torn open, face frozen in defiance, was him.
Not figuratively. Not metaphorically. It was literally him.
Same face. Same DNA. Same damn scar over the left eye. Except Zen Zero had been decommissioned three years ago in the Battle of Ayros Ridge.
Which meant one thing:
They lied.
And someone in Sparta was killing off all the clones who started remembering.
Back to present.
Adam stumbled into a dead-end. An old freight dock half-submerged in neon runoff. The walls were too high to scale, his arm was losing blood fast, and more drones were inbound.
So he did what any cornered clone would do.
He turned to fight.
"Target confirmed," said the drone's voice. "Termination authorized under Clause 07: Cognitive Deviance."
Laser sights lit up his chest.
"Clause this," Adam growled, spinning and unloading two plasma bolts into the drone's sensors. It shrieked, twisted midair and then exploded against the wall, painting code fragments across the wet concrete.
Two more came in fast.
One clipped his shoulder-flesh seared, muscle screaming. He dropped to one knee, panting, vision swimming.
Then someone grabbed him.
A hand. Small. Strong.
"Come on," a girl whispered. "I'm not letting you die again."
Her name was Aomi.
Memory hacker. Illegal. Off-grid. The kind who could turn a DNA imprint into a fake childhood or erase your worst day like it never happened.
She'd seen his profile flagged on a black-market clone trader forum:
WANTED: SUBJECT 141.BOUNTY: 2.5 MILLION CREDITS.DEAD PREFERRED.
She pulled him into a maintenance hatch seconds before a bomb drone leveled the dock.
They ran through the underworld, pipes, steam, sludge, and light so dim it looked like they were running inside someone's dying dream. Finally, they stopped in a bunker beneath an old subway platform, long since sealed by Sparta and forgotten by the world.
Adam collapsed, coughing, bleeding, still clutching his plasma gun like it was the only thing keeping him human.
Aomi knelt beside him. "I patched your ID. You're invisible for maybe five hours, tops. After that, they'll reset the hunt."
He stared at her, breathing hard.
"You should've left me."
"I tried," she said, cracking a half-smile. "But then you said her name."
Adam blinked. "Whose?"
Aomi stood slowly and activated a small memory drive. A hologram flickered to life, a girl in a white hospital gown, eyes glassy but locked on Adam's face.
"I remember you."
"They told me not to. But I do."
Adam's throat went dry.
He'd buried that memory.
No… they buried it for him.
And she was supposed to be dead.
But if she remembered me... then something bigger is happening.
Something massive. Something terrifying.
Something real.
Outside, across the city, a storm of rebellion was brewing.
Clones who were supposed to die quietly were waking up. Soldiers with erased childhoods were starting to dream. The memory economy was cracking. And the ones in charge?
They were getting scared.
Because Adam-141 remembered.
And now he was going to make the whole world remember, too.
Even if it killed him.
Again.
[End of Episode 1]
Next Episode: The Whispering Lab. Secrets buried beneath a neon sky. Aomi's past is not what it seems, and neither is Adam's future.