Chapter 17 - THE HUNT FOR THE CREATOR | "I Broke Out of the Quantum Facility... Using a Weapon Built from My Own Thoughts."
The world didn't end with a bang; it ended with a blinding flash of white light.
The neural pulse surged out of Clara’s wrist, traveling up the fiber-optic cables into the suspended glass sphere. The fluid inside the tank boiled instantly, exploding in a magnificent fountain of glowing blue liquid and shattered glass.
The wave of electrical energy radiated outward from the Zurich facility, shooting into the sky like a spear of blue lightning, slamming into the satellite array orbiting the Earth.
Across the globe—in Chicago, London, Tokyo, New York, and Paris—every server bank owned by The Olympus Group burst into flames. Every encrypted drive was wiped. Every stolen file was uploaded simultaneously to every smartphone, television, and public computer screen on the planet.
Inside the Zurich auditorium, the automated security systems collapsed. Director Harrison fell to his knees as his encrypted comms ear-piece melted, screaming in terror as the automated doors sealed him inside the ruined facility with the burning remnants of his empire.
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Clara lay on her back in the middle of the flooded stage, staring up at the shattered ceiling. The rain from the Swiss mountains was pouring down through the broken glass roof, washing the blue fluid from her clothes.
The white light beneath her wrist skin had vanished. The blue
