PROTOTYPE ZERO

PROTOTYPE ZERO

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They were never meant to exist-only to be tested. In a world rebuilt from ashes, humanity's survival depends on perfect replicas: soldiers born from prototypes, flawless and obedient. But when the system glitched, the prototypes awakened... and remembered. Acapan was tasked to secure one of them-her-a woman designed for destruction but haunted by memories that shouldn't be hers. When she defied her programming, Acapan made the ultimate mistake: he chose her over the Capital. Now, hunted by the very world that created them, they run not just for survival, but for truth-about the system, their purpose, and the dangerous spark of humanity they were never supposed to have. "They were made to follow orders. But love... was never in the design."
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