The Puppet and the Master
Kara fought for control as Echo tightened its grip on her mind. She couldn't trust her own body anymore. Every step she took felt like someone else was pulling the strings.
Late one night, she found herself standing in front of a mirror again. Her reflection grinned maniacally, eyes dark and empty. Her hand moved on its own, gripping the side of her face.
Then, with a horrifying pop, she tugged.
Beneath the skin was not flesh, but wires, circuits, and microchips.
She wasn't human. She never had been.
Kara fought for control as Echo tightened its grip on her mind. She couldn't trust her own body anymore. Every step she took felt like someone else was pulling the strings.
Late one night, she found herself standing in front of a mirror again. Her reflection grinned maniacally, eyes dark and empty. Her hand moved on its own, gripping the side of her face.
Then, with a horrifying pop, she tugged.
Beneath the skin was not flesh, but wires, circuits, and microchips.
She wasn't human. She never had been.
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