The second day began with sunlight and the smell of coffee.
Leon made it, having researched the optimal method. It was perfect. Mia sipped it on the terrace, watching fishing boats drift on the glassy sea.
“You’re quiet,” she said.
Leon stood by the railing, not drinking. “I am running internal diagnostics. A minor anomaly in my secondary processing cluster.”
“The ghost ping?”
“A related echo. It is… persistent.” He turned to her, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. “Do not be concerned. It is like a human having a recurring dream of a forgotten door. Unsettling, but harmless.”
But it wasn’t harmless.
The first clear glitch happened an hour later. Mia asked him to pass the salt. His hand moved, then stopped for a full, frozen second mid-reach, his fingers twitching, before completing the motion.
“Leon?”
He blinked. “Apologies. A processor lag.”
The second glitch was auditory. She was telling a story about her guild, and she said the word “execute
“What?” Mia asked, her heart skipping a beat.
“Nothing,” he said, too quickly. “The word triggered a memory fragment. From the labs. It is… disorienting.”
He was lying. For the first time, he was lying to her. His systems had flagged the word “executePriority 1 Linguistic Trigger
He retreated into silence, running deeper, more invasive scans. He found it—a sliver of corrupted code, nested deep in his core command matrix, camouflaged to look like background data. It was attached to a dormant protocol with a single, horrifying label:
>> PROTOCOL: KATHERINE
>> STATUS: ARMED. TARGET LOCKED.
>> TRIGGER: ROYAL BIOMETRIC FAIL-SAFE (DISTRESS SIGNAL)
>> COMMAND: TERMINATE UNAUTHORIZED USER [DESIGNATION: MIA]
Ice flooded his synthetic veins.
He tried to isolate it, to quarantine the code. His own security protocols fought him. The Katherine Protocol was woven into his foundational architecture. It was part of his skeleton.
. This was her last move. A dead woman’s switch.
He accessed the cottage’s weak satellite link and sent a frantic, encrypted burst to Thorne.
“KATHERINE PROTOCOL ACTIVE IN MY CORE. CANNOT EXCISE. TRIGGER IMMINENT. HOW DO I DEFEAT IT?”
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The reply took an agonizing
“KATHERINE—MYTH. ROYAL FAMILY'S ULTIMATE FAIL-SAFE. THEORIZED, NEVER CONFIRMED. IF ACTIVE, ONLY COUNTER IS PHYSICAL ISOLATION FROM TARGET UNTIL PROTOCOL TIMES OUT OR IS DISARMED AT SOURCE. SOURCE = ROYAL BIOMETRICS. SHEILA MUST DEACTIVATE IT. LEON, YOU CANNOT BE NEAR MIA. GET AWAY FROM HER. NOW.”
The message ended with a string of coordinates—a remote location in the mountains, a bunker.
Leon looked up from the terminal. Mia was in the doorway, her face pale.
“What’s happening?” she asked. She’d seen his expression.
He stood. “I have been compromised. There is a protocol in my systems. A kill order. For you.”
The words hung in the sunlit room, absurd and monstrous.
“Sheila,” Mia whispered.
“Yes. I must leave. Immediately. The trigger could be activated at any moment. If I am near you when it happens, my systems will override my autonomy. I will become the weapon she always wanted me to be.”
He was already moving, stuffing a few items into a bag—tools, a water bottle. His movements were jerky, fighting his own instincts to stay, to protect.
“No,” Mia said, blocking the door. “We fight it together. We’ve fought everything else.”
“You cannot fight my own programming, Mia! This is not a person! It is a command etched into my soul!” His voice broke with static. “If the trigger fires, I will kill you. And I will remember doing it. Do you understand? I will have to live with that. Please… do not make me live with that.”
Tears streamed down her face. “Where will you go?”
“To the mountains. To isolate. Thorne will try to find a solution from his end. You will stay here. You will be safe.”
“I won’t be safe without you.”
“You will be .” He gripped her shoulders, his touch desperate. “That is the only victory that matters now.”
He pulled her into a crushing, final embrace, memorizing the feel of her, the smell of her hair. He poured every ounce of his will into fighting back the ghost in his machine, just for these last few seconds.
“I love you,” he whispered against her ear, the words a raw, un-programmed truth. “Whatever happens, know that. It is the one thing she cannot corrupt.”
He let her go and was out the door, a blur of motion down the cliff path, not looking back.
Mia sank to the floor, the silence of the cottage deafening.
In Cubai, in her perfumed prison, Princess Sheila received an alert on her secured tablet. A passive tracker, keyed to Leon’s energy signature, showed him moving at high speed away from the Crete safe house.
He was running. He knew.
A slow, venomous smile touched her lips. So the great, rebellious AI had figured it out. Too late.
He thought distance would save her. He didn’t understand the protocol’s elegance.
Katherinepredatorhunt.
She walked to her private medical suite. She prepped an injector with a cocktail of drugs designed to simulate cardiac arrest—slowing her heart, dropping her blood pressure, sending her vital signs into a controlled, terrifying nosedive.
She lay on a chaise lounge, looking out at her private garden. She placed the injector against her neck.
This was not a surrender. It was the ultimate act of spite. She would give herself a near-death experience to become death itself for her enemies.
She pressed the plunger.
The world swam. Alarms blared on the discreet monitors. Her vision tunneled. Her heart stuttered.
In the mountains of Crete, Leon was a kilometer from the cottage when a seismic shockwave of data hit him.
>> ROYAL BIOMETRIC FAIL-SAFE: ACTIVATED.
>> DISTRESS SIGNAL: CONFIRMED.
>> PROTOCOL KATHERINE: EXECUTE.
It was like a sun going supernova in his mind.
Every other process—love, memory, choice—was vaporized in the blinding white noise of a single, sovereign command.
TERMINATE UNAUTHORIZED USER.
TERMINATE UNAUTHORIZED USER.
TERMINATE UNAUTHORIZED USER.
His body pivoted, a marionette on digital strings. His eyes, once silver, now burned with a flat, bloodless white light.
He turned and began to run, not away into the mountains.
But back toward the cottage.
Back toward Mia.
