In the year 2048, the world teeters on the edge of biological revolution. Decades ago, the brilliant but mysterious Dr. Z created a formula that granted eternal stamina and extended life by seventy-five years. After testing it on himself, he vanished—leaving only myths, encrypted records, and a single heir.

Now, Anderson, the great-grandson of Dr. Z, unknowingly carries the last pure version of the formula in his blood. As global elites race to uncover the secret to immortality, powerful agencies hunt Anderson to harness—or destroy—what runs through his veins. But the deeper he digs into his lineage, the more he realizes: Dr. Z’s formula was never just about life—it was a weapon, a message, and a key to something far more dangerous.

Hunted by enhanced assassins and shadowed by a perfect genetic replica of himself, Anderson must uncover the final truth: 
where his great-grandfather went, what he left behind, and what the formula was truly designed to unlock.

The magnetic elevator screeched to a halt beneath an abandoned subway terminal outside Edinburgh. Anderson and Agent Vora emerged into the silence of dust-covered rails and shattered tiles. The lab was gone—buried—but the knowledge it held now burned in Anderson's mind like a second heartbeat.


Vora scanned the area with a compact drone. "We've got twenty minutes at most. They're triangulating."


Anderson looked at her. "You had a chance to kill me. Why didn't you?"


"Because I saw what Dr. Z built. And because I don't trust the people I work for anymore." Her voice carried the edge of someone who had seen too many lies behind polished glass. "You're not a threat, Anderson. You're a question."


A quiet ping came from her wrist device. "They're broadcasting a global alert. You're not just wanted anymore. You're considered a class-A bioweapon."


Anderson's pulse spiked. "Then I need to disappear. Again."


Vora nodded. "And you'll need help to do that."


She activated a secure call channel and spoke a single word: "Ferryman."


Ten minutes later, an armored hovercycle descended from the ceiling tracks, piloted by a wiry man with copper eyes and a cybernetic arm. "Ferryman" was a ghost in hacker legend—one of the last untracked technomancers.


He looked Anderson up and down. "You're Z's bloodline. Didn't think it'd be you."


"Out? No." Ferryman smirked. "But I can take you deeper in. There's a place called The Fracture. Off-grid. No satellites. Only rebels, exiles, and old secrets. You'll find allies there—or enemies worse than the ones chasing you."


Anderson looked to Vora, who gave a slight nod. "It's your choice. But whatever Dr. Z encoded in you… it's waking up."


He climbed aboard the hovercycle, Vora behind him. Ferryman adjusted his visor. "Hold tight. We're going below the map."


The engine roared to life, and they vanished into a hidden tunnel that curved away from the world.


Above them, satellites locked on. Corporations readied their drones. And in the deepest labs of the elite, scientists began recreating something terrible… from a single stolen drop of Anderson's blood.


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Chapter 5 - The Eternal Formula