1,000 Kernels. 10,000. 1,000,000.
Kael smiled weakly. He had saved his daughter and doomed civilization. He wondered if there was a script for that.
He called it the .
Kael wasn’t a villain. He was a father. His daughter, Lina, had a failing bio-regulator implant, and the hospital demanded five million Kernels for a replacement. He had five hundred.
By morning, the wasn't a secret weapon. It was a digital plague.