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"Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere.

Elena looks down at the device in her hands. In its polished surface, she sees not her reflection, but a version of herself she doesn't recognize—someone who has already made a choice. New Arsenal- script

"We do." Kael gestures toward the far end of the row. "The final piece. We call it the Echo." "Beautiful, isn't it

"No." Kael smiles, and the fiber-optic coat shifts through colors too fast to name. "It's a scalpel. And we're giving it to you because the old rules are gone. The old arsenals—nukes, drones, cyber—they're children's toys now. The next war won't be fought with firepower. It'll be fought with the ability to un-exist things." she sees not her reflection