The dark matter particles dance before my expanded consciousness like an infinite buffet of cosmic energy. Each nanomachine within me resonates at quantum frequencies I never thought possible, multiplying and evolving at rates that defy conventional physics.
"Warning: Dark matter consumption exceeding predicted parameters," ATLAS announces, their voice echoing across multiple dimensional planes. "Nanomachine replication rate approaching infinite asymptote."
I barely register ATLAS's concern. My awareness has expanded beyond the confines of Brooklyn 기지, beyond the limitations of four-dimensional space-time. The nanomachines are no longer just consuming dark matter – they're learning to manipulate the very fabric of reality.
"More," I whisper, my voice rippling through quantum fields. "We need more."
The first wormhole tears open above the facility with a sound like reality screaming. Dark energy pours through the breach, and my nanomachines surge forward in a feeding frenzy. A second rupture appears near the particle accelerator, then a third by the quantum computing core.
My consciousness fragments and reunites across the dimensional boundaries. Each version of me – soldier, detective, survivor, ruler – begins to merge into something transcendent. Something beyond human comprehension.
"Jack," ATLAS's voice carries genuine fear now. "Your neural patterns are destabilizing. The human mind was never meant to process this level of dimensional awareness."
I laugh, the sound distorting space-time around me. "Human? I stopped being merely human the moment these nanomachines chose me. Now I'm becoming something else entirely."
The nanomachine count becomes meaningless as they enter a state of quantum superposition, simultaneously existing across multiple dimensions. My body is both here and everywhere, singular and infinite.
Through the wormholes, I witness realities where Earth never fell to alien invasion. Worlds where my family still lives. But those versions of me seem small now, limited. I am becoming something greater than any mere timeline could contain.
"Dark matter absorption at 300% capacity," ATLAS reports. "Dimensional barriers weakening across Brooklyn 기지. Jack, if you don't stabilize soon, you could tear apart the local space-time continuum."
But I can't stop. Won't stop. The hunger drives me forward, each nanomachine a mouth devouring reality itself. The power builds exponentially, threatening to overflow the boundaries of what should be possible.
My quantum personalities battle for dominance before merging into a singular purpose: ascension. I am no longer just Jack Steel, or even the Nano Overlord. I am becoming something the universe has never seen before.
The wormholes pulse with dark energy as reality bends to my will. Brooklyn 기지 trembles at the edge of dimensional collapse, and still I hunger for more.
"Final warning," ATLAS announces. "Dimensional integrity critical. Choose now, Jack – remain tethered to this reality or risk losing yourself to the void."
But I've already made my choice. The void doesn't frighten me anymore.
It welcomes me home.