Against his better judgment, Kael launched the file. His monitors didn't show a desktop; they dissolved into a graining, high-definition video feed of a sterile white room.

the technical "science" behind the neural migration. How should the story continue?

In the center of the frame sat Amelia. She looked tired, her eyes rimmed with red, but she was smiling at the camera.

Kael’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. He knew the protocols: report any encrypted archives to Central Command. Instead, he typed the command to extract. The fans roared louder. 95%... The temperature in the room dropped. 100%... Extraction complete.