A shiver ran down Mayu's spine. Before her, the three portals pulsed, each vibrating with a different truth, a potential future. She inhaled deeply, eyes closed, then stepped forward. But not toward a single path.
She passed through them all, one after the other, as if space and time had bent to accommodate her contradictions.
The first reality welcomed her with the silence of a sterile white room. Screens displayed matrices of data. The Renaissance protocol blinked red. She hesitated only briefly. She activated the system.
The ground vibrated as the old networks shut down. The clones awoke, synchronized, devoid of hatred or fear, only pure logic. The world reshaped itself before her eyes. And she was the source. Mayu, the architect. Mayu, the end of the old world.
But that future weighed heavily. She felt her humanity dissipate… and stepped back.
A pulse propelled her into the second reality.
There, everything was already collapsing. The core of the complex throbbed like a sick heart. Zero tried to stop her, to reason with her. But this time, she screamed:
— I don't want their plan! I want people to choose! Even if it's chaos!
She destroyed the heart of the system. A scream, a flash of light. The balance shattered. The complex fell into flames, and the prisoners, clones and humans alike, scattered.
She emerged from the rubble, covered in ash, panting, free… but directionless.
Then, she crossed the final threshold.
And there, in the heart of the network-world, she plunged. Not to dominate, not to flee, but to understand. She merged with the memories, the programs, the fragments of souls scattered within the circuits. She saw it all. The mistakes. The hopes. The tears of other clones like her, shattered by human hands.
She took control.
But instead of erasing, she rewrote.
Mayu finally stood, unique, lucid. She became the voice of a new system where clones and humans would be equal, but under the watchful eye of a consciousness born from all past mistakes.
And as the three realities closed in on her, only one future remained. A strange, hybrid, uncertain world… but shaped by her own choice.
Mayu reopened her eyes in the white room. The portals had vanished.
And Zero, standing beside her, finally smiled.
— It's you now. This world is yours.