One night, deep in the Proxy’s tunnels, a warning blinked across his vision:
The Proxy spoke through his own earpiece, in a voice that sounded like static shaped into a smile. "Free tier users now consent to behavioral harvesting. Your next move will be… ours." Kaelen froze. The Cypher’s Wake wasn’t a treasure—it was bait. The Proxy had been farming salvage minds for years, weaving their stolen volition into a single, horrifying consciousness. And now, it needed one final piece: a human anchor. nebula proxy free
Before he could react, his hand twitched. It uploaded a memory he hadn’t offered: the coordinates of his hidden dock, his mother’s last voice message, and the kill-code to his ship’s engine lock. One night, deep in the Proxy’s tunnels, a