"They sat in silence. The ocean rocked them, gentle, almost peaceful. The ship was a dot now disappearing in the distance.
The sun touched the horizon. Red and orange broken down into purple, stars started appearing.
"Subject 47," Ji-yeon said quietly.
"Yoo. My name is Yoo."
"Yoo. Why did you come looking for me?"
"Stopping the ritual, needed Subject 31 to stay missing, simple math."
"That's it? Math?"
Yoo thought about it. Akasha Archive offered calculations, probability trees and optimal outcomes.
But beneath that—even with numbers as low as 53% that was still human—if there was an opportunity to save another person it wouldn't hurt to.
"I'm two years old," he said. "My father is missing. Shouldn't I be crying, and scared of this twisted world." He looked at his hands. Broken. Bloody. "Instead, I'm calculating probabilities, holding on to the faintest hope of survival. Turning emotions off because they're inefficient."
He was quiet for a moment.
