7 | : What A Twist!

"Elias, if you can hear this, don't stop driving," the doctor’s voice broadcasted through the speakers. "We didn't pull you out. They did. The simulation didn't end. We just hit Level 7. The lab you just left? That was the simulation's way of keeping you calm while the harvest began." Elias looked at the diamond in his hand. It began to glow.

The man sighed and tapped the air. The vault walls dissolved into a sterile, white laboratory. Elias looked down; he wasn't wearing his tactical gear. He was in a hospital gown, wires snaking from his temples to a massive, humming machine labeled . 7 : What a Twist!

"Seven minutes, Elias," a voice crackled in his earpiece. It was Sarah, his handler, watching the thermal feeds from a safe house three miles away. "The perimeter guards reset their patrol at 02:07. You have exactly seven minutes before the floor sensors reactivate." Elias smirked. He didn't need seven. He needed three. "Elias, if you can hear this, don't stop

"What twist were you expecting, Elias?" the doctor’s voice distorted, becoming a chorus of a thousand digital screams. "That you were the hero? No. You're the battery." The simulation didn't end

With the grace of a ghost, he bypassed the laser lattice. His fingers, steady as a surgeon's, input the bypass codes he’d spent six months and four murders to acquire. At the four-minute mark, the glass casing hissed open. He swapped the Star for a weighted replica—a cliché, he knew, but the physics of the pressure plate demanded it.