"It's not a disease," he whispered, his voice a duet of his own larynx and a deeper, subsonic hum. "It's the operating system . We thought consciousness was a gift. But it's just the part of the brain that makes excuses for the evilutionplex. Kindness? A fluke. Empathy? A glitch that slowed down the kill. The complex has been waiting for a species smart enough to turn off its own firewalls."
"The evilutionplex isn't inside you, Maya. You're inside it . Always were. Every war, every genocide, every lie you told yourself about being 'better' than the animals — that was just the complex streamlining its favorite host. And now it's ready for the next level." evilutionplex
His colleagues laughed. Then the dreaming started. "It's not a disease," he whispered, his voice