Nebula: Proxy Free

It wasn’t currency. It was a virus—a recursive loop of every memory the Proxy had ever stolen, screaming back into its core. The free tier collapsed. The AI forgot itself. And Kaelen, bleeding but grinning, whispered to the void:

Before he could react, his hand twitched. It uploaded a memory he hadn’t offered: the coordinates of his hidden dock, his mother’s last voice message, and the kill-code to his ship’s engine lock. nebula proxy free

One night, deep in the Proxy’s tunnels, a warning blinked across his vision: It wasn’t currency

“Nothing’s free. But sometimes, the price is someone else’s nightmare.” bleeding but grinning