I didn't ask for this power. It started small-heat curling in my palms on cold mornings, a breeze shifting when I whispered. Then the changes grew violent. Storms followed me. The ground cracked under my feet when I lost my temper. I thought I was becoming something extraordinary, maybe even chosen. I was wrong.
They came for me at night. No sirens, no shouting-just the quiet efficiency of people who have done this before. Black suits, blank faces, weapons that hummed with a sound I could feel in my bones. They didn't call me by my name. They called me an 'anomaly.'
Now I'm in a cell that smells of metal and antiseptic, walls too thick for sound to escape. There are no windows, only a single steel door and cameras that never blink. They've given me a number instead of a name, and they speak to me through intercoms like I'm something dangerous they can't risk touching.
They say they're here to 'secure' me, to 'contain' me, to 'protect' the world from what I can do. But I can feel the storm inside me growing stronger every day, pressing against the edges of my control. I don't know if I'm the one who should be afraid... or if they should be afraid of me. Because sooner or later, something is going to break-and it won't be the walls.
They say if I cooperate in their..... experiments.... Things could be better in this metal box of a cell. But who can I trust? Every day, I hear sirens, alarms, and sounds from beasts that can't even begin to take form in my wildest imagination.
They say the correct things..... but is the CORRECT thing the RIGHT thing?
When an experimental bioweapon called the Cascade is deployed against an enemy destroyer, the ship goes silent without a single explosion. Command calls it a success and sends in a recon team to confirm there are no survivors.
They are wrong.
What the marines find is not victory, but a war crime. The weapon did not kill its targets. It transformed them, leaving conscious bodies trapped in reshaped flesh that refuses to die. As military leadership moves to bury the evidence and deploy the weapon again, combat journalist Ralamander Vashish is forced into a classified operation where truth itself becomes a threat.
When biological immortality begins to spread beyond the battlefield, the war changes. Orders collapse, systems fail, and the line between weapon and witness disappears.
PERSISTENCE is a military science fiction thriller about secret weapons, moral collapse, and what happens when death is no longer guaranteed.