I might be calling this Phase 2, but in truth, I was just trying to make it sound grand—like some kind of world-altering breakthrough.
Yet, despite my theatrics, there was no denying that this could drastically accelerate Chloe's research. It could be the very key to unlocking what she had been desperately trying to solve, pushing her progress forward at an unprecedented pace.
The object in my hand—a single flash drive—held something beyond mere data. It contained decades of painstaking research, compiled by every scientist who had ever worked within the facility where I had been locked up. Their knowledge, their failures, their breakthroughs—all meticulously documented and stored. From the first researchers who dared to explore the unknown to the present-day scholars who had built upon their work.
In essence, this wasn't just a drive.
It was history itself.
Zoey's sharp eyes flicked toward the device, her gaze guarded.
