FINAL LOG – KANE 7-117
[Timecode: 00:00:01 | Status: Dying]
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> "You ever been so powerful that nothing could kill you?"
> "I was. For seventeen years."
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First day out of the clone cradle, I lifted a dropship with one hand.
By week two, I could see through time.
The system kept pushing updates like I was their last hope.
And I was.
They called me Kane Seven. Final prototype.
The Perfect Merge.
Nanotech fused with runes.
Steel spine, blood like stars, bones coded with ancient spell-scripts.
> I didn't walk through wars.
I ended them.
Not with armies.
With my hands.
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By age 12, I blinked, and cities fell.
By 14, I rewrote death—made it reversible, like pressing Undo on a soul.
By 16, I wasn't just a weapon.
I was the answer.
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They feared me.
Worshipped me.
Used me.
And I let them.
Why?
Because someone had to fix the broken things.
Because my sister still believed I could be something more.
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"You're still Kane," she said once. "Not a god. Just my brother."
I believed her.
Until the last war came.
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They called it the Unmaking. A force outside logic. No face. No voice.
Just erasure.
Worlds turned to static. Time unraveled. Names forgot themselves mid-sentence.
I stood at the edge of it all, my sister holding my hand, trembling.
> "You can stop it… right?"
I looked at her.
And I lied.
> "Of course."
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I fought it for nine days.
Nine days of burning.
Nine days of screaming code, melting timelines, collapsing realities, and rewriting every law I had ever obeyed.
I made new physics from scratch.
I rewrote magic from memory.
I screamed at existence to obey.
And for a while... it did.
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But I could feel it in my veins.
The limit.
The truth.
> I wasn't designed to win forever.
Just long enough.
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On the tenth day, my core ruptured. The systems began peeling off—one by one.
Strength. Speed. Sight. Memory. Identity.
And still, I stood.
I bled fire. I moved through nullspace like a dying star.
And I punched the end of everything in the face.
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One last time.
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I woke up in a crater.
Alone.
No more upgrades. No more scripts. No UI. No armor.
Just me.
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And my sister's voice on a broken transmitter.
> "Is it over?"
I stared at the sky.
Where there used to be chaos—there was quiet.
Stars. Just stars.
> "Yeah," I whispered. "It's over."
> "You okay?"
I laughed.
Short. Broken.
> "I was OP… till the end."
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My hands shook.
Not from pain. From relief.
It was done.
I was no longer a god.
Just a boy in a broken world, staring at a peace I never thought I'd see.
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I closed my eyes.
The system flickered back one last time.
> [FINAL ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED]
["WIN WITHOUT POWER"]
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