This isn't a war. It's a selection process.
This isn't salvation. It's adaptation.
Hafk Corporation's “Super Soldier Program” needs three kinds of people:
The perfect vessel
The precise hound
The controllable weapon
They were never meant to cross paths: the vessel was observed, the hound followed orders, and the weapon eliminated obstacles.
Until one day:
The vessel discovered what the scar on their wrist meant.
The hound discovered that the promised antidote was just another poison.
The weapon discovered that the price of obedience was its own destruction protocol.
And so, beneath the tower that glowed red day and night in the heart of the Asara Desert:
The hound turned its gun around, the vessel became a virus, and the weapon chose betrayal.
A war with no allies began.
The enemy is who you were yesterday, the comrade at your side today, and the monster you're destined to become tomorrow.
If salvation must come through killing,
if freedom must be bought with betrayal,
if humanity is nothing more than a line of editable genetic code…
Do you still dare to turn the next page?
It's a very good book, but it has a bit of an imaginary world view at the beginning. After reading it for a long time, it's okay, but only if you accept the setting. The full text has developed a bit in the direction of a group portrait. I hope the author can not write about individual experiences alone, but combine the experiences of different individuals into a story, which will have a more experiential sense of group portrait writing.
The writing is quite good, the writing style is good, but there is a little bit of writing.