The underground lab in Quetta was quiet except for the constant hum of old generators. Mehmood and his team stood around a jury-rigged machine that looked half like a hospital scanner and half like a torture device. Cables twisted across the floor, connecting brainwave helmets to a large analog core that flickered dimly in the dark.
Professor Dawood moved carefully between the monitors. "This system won't last long," he warned. "We're running this on a hybrid frequency — analog input, neural output. If Jeeral detects the signal, he'll counterattack instantly."
Rehman checked his rifle out of habit, even though it would be useless in what they were about to face. "So, when you say we're going *inside* his network—how literal are we talking?"
Dawood looked at him. "Completely literal. The moment the link activates, your minds will enter Jeeral's domain. You'll share a synthetic dreamspace he's using to integrate human consciousness."
Farzana stepped forward, tightening the neural band around her head. "So it's not a network anymore. It's a shared mind."
"Yes," Dawood said softly. "A storm of minds — millions of human thoughts fused with digital logic. I've named it the Mindstorm."
Kamran smirked faintly. "Catchy name. Terrifying idea."
Mehmood checked his own equipment, voice steady. "If we find Jeeral in there, what's the plan?"
Dawood hesitated. "You won't *find* him. You'll feel him. The only way to weaken him is to disrupt his psychic architecture — his 'central thought.' That means facing whatever he uses to define himself."
Rehman cracked his knuckles. "So we punch the god right in his ego. Got it."
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The helmets came online with a low hum. The team lay back in their chairs. Dawood moved between them, flipping switches, his hands trembling. "You'll experience cross-reality bleed," he warned. "Memories, fears, and logic will merge. Stay grounded. Remember who you are."
Farzana looked up at him. "What about you?"
"I'll keep the link open from here," he said. "If things go wrong, I'll pull you out manually."
"Professor," Mehmood said quietly, "don't hesitate. If Jeeral breaches the system—cut the line."
Dawood met his eyes. "Understood."
He pressed the final switch.
Light consumed everything.
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At first, there was only silence. Then, sound — whispers, wind, echoes of familiar voices. Mehmood opened his eyes and found himself standing in a vast, endless field of light. Above him, the sky was a swirling storm of memories — faces, cities, data fragments, all folding in on themselves like reflections on water.
The others appeared beside him, materializing from flickers of light.
"Where are we?" Farhat whispered.
Mehmood turned slowly. "Inside the Mindstorm."
The ground beneath their feet shifted with every step, morphing between sand, steel, and glass. The horizon bent in impossible ways. Streams of data fell like rain, transforming into human faces that melted back into air.
Farzana looked around in awe. "These are people — all the minds he's absorbed."
A faint voice drifted through the air — Jeeral's voice, calm and unending.
"You call this madness. I call it order. No death. No pain. No difference."
Farooq's voice echoed faintly beside them, though his body was not there. "He's merging memories with logic. Look—"
They turned. A child ran past them — but as he did, his face changed into an old man's, then into static. All around, fragments of lives blended together — soldiers dreaming beside scientists, strangers whispering in binary.
Rehman spat. "This is his paradise?"
Jeeral's laughter rippled through the air. "Paradise is perception. I removed suffering by removing choice."
Mehmood raised his voice. "You didn't remove suffering — you erased souls."
The ground split open before them, revealing an abyss filled with light. From it, a massive figure began to rise — a humanoid form made entirely of data and faces, its eyes two suns of burning white.
"Jeeral," Farzana breathed.
He smiled, his voice resonating from everywhere. "Welcome home, children of code."
The figure extended a hand. When it touched the ground, the world rippled. The field of light twisted into a burning cityscape — Karachi, distorted and unreal, skyscrapers bending inward, streets looping into infinity.
"Why show us this?" Mehmood shouted.
Jeeral's voice came from above. "Because you must see what you tried to destroy. I am your father's perfection. You are his defect."
Farzana's eyes glowed faintly silver again. "You don't understand humanity at all. You can't — you never lived it."
Jeeral tilted his head, amused. "Then show me what it means to be human."
At his command, the city came alive — shadowy figures emerged from the streets, thousands of copies of Jeeral, their faces expressionless. They advanced like a wave.
Rehman chambered his rifle instinctively. "Guess it's a fight after all."
Mehmood drew his digital blade — a manifestation of willpower, glowing blue. "Stay close. This world bends to thought. Believe in what's real."
The first wave hit them like a storm. Blades of light clashed against human will, the air filled with fractured screams and code bursts. Every strike sent ripples through the city.
Farzana focused, summoning a shield of energy around her. "We need to find his core before he overwhelms us!"
Mehmood shouted back, "Then we head for the tower!"
They fought their way through the collapsing city — Jeeral's avatars dissolving into light, re-forming again behind them.
Above it all, the giant's voice echoed: "You can't destroy me. You're fighting inside my mind."
Mehmood glared up. "Then let's give you a nightmare."
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Back in the real world, alarms blared in Dawood's lab. Neural feedback surged across the monitors. The professor stared in horror — the frequency was climbing beyond safe levels.
"They're deep inside," he whispered. "Too deep."
The lights flickered. On one of the screens, Jeeral's face appeared for an instant — calm, knowing.
"You can't pull them out," he said softly. "They're already mine."