Page 93 of Destined For Her Alien Daddy

Ghar sees it.

His expression changes, but he does not move closer.

That restraint stings more now than his interference ever did.

Sira continues reading, though her voice has lost some of its calm. “The next fragment references emergent significance. It states that later conscious structures generated value independent of initiating intent.”

I laugh once, shaky and humorless. “That sounds like the archive trying to reassure us.”

Brakk rubs his face with both hands. “Is it working?”

“No.”

Sira’s gaze settles on me. “It may be accurate.”

“That’s not the same as comforting.”

“No,” Sira says. “It rarely is.”

The archive projection shifts again, showing a series of visual impressions that make my mind strain at the edges. Massive entities move through pre-stellar radiance, not as gods on thrones or architects with blueprints, but as players in a realm without danger, consequence, or death as we understand them. They create unstable fields and watch them bloom. They alter constants the way children might adjust the rules of a game. Yet the data overlay insists there is no malice in the act, no cruelty, no contempt for what will eventually come from their experiments.

That may be the most frightening part.

A villain would be easier.

Malice gives the mind somewhere to aim.

Ghar’s voice is quiet behind me. “Can this be verified?”

I turn, surprised by the question. “The archive’s internal consistency is strong, but external verification would take years. Decades. Maybe centuries, depending on access.”

“Then no one should see this yet.”

The words land between us like a sealed door.

I stand slowly. “Excuse me?”

Ghar’s face remains controlled. “You heard me.”

“I heard you say the exact sentence every censor in history thinks sounds reasonable.”

His eyes harden. “I said yet.”

“That word has buried more truth than any empire’s prison system.”

Brakk lifts both hands. “I would like to register concern about the volume of this argument in the chamber full of reality’s embarrassing baby pictures.”

Sira looks toward the floating projection. “Ghar’s caution is not without merit.”

I turn on her, betrayal sparking hot. “Not you too.”

Sira’s expression remains gentle but firm. “Knowledge without preparation has harmed civilizations before. The archive itself appears to record that pattern.”

“The archive also records that the Precursors hid the truth and left everyone else building religions on edited history.”

Ghar steps closer, and even with the distance he has kept since the kiss, my body notices him with miserable precision. “If this reaches the galaxy unfiltered, people will die.”

“People are already dying.”