BS Lab existed in a curious blind spot of Nibiru's omnipresent surveillance systems. Officially, it was a decommissioned genetic research facility, deemed obsolete after the creation of the Gibillu, genetically modified human, templates. Unofficially, it had become our sanctuary.

  I placed my palm against the scanner, feeling the familiar tingle as it read my genetic signature. The doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a space that looked nothing like the austere, gleaming laboratories elsewhere on Nibiru. This one had been transformed. The walls were covered with Earth artifacts, sketches, and data scrolls; the sterile tables cluttered with half-finished projects and derelict books.

  Enrosha and Qali were already there, heads bent together over a holographic display.

  "About time, Ophelia," Enrosha said without looking up. At 7'5" with deep chestnut skin and a magnificent afro, she was the tallest of our trio and the only one who could reasonably pass as a "proper" Anunnaki. As daughter of Lord Enzu, she had access to privileges neither Qali nor I had.

  "Ninlil cornered me in the Observatory," I explained, sliding my codex—a crystalline data storage device disguised as an ornamental hairpin—from where it was nestled in my hair.

  Qali's head snapped up, her warm olive skin flushing with anger, her ginger hair catching the light. "What did that venomous snake want this time?"

  "Just the usual humiliation ritual, plus a reminder about tonight's feast." I shrugged, a gesture I'd learned from human cultural archives and adopted as my own. "Apparently we ‘mongrels’ are required to attend."

  "Generous of them," Enrosha muttered, taking my codex and inserting it into a reader. "Father's been obsessed with appearances since... well, you know."

  We all knew. The recent deaths of our grandparents had sent unprecedented shockwaves through Anunnaki society. The unthinkable had happened—the oldest, most powerful among us, killed by what they considered a lesser being. That ‘lesser being’ being my hero.

  The holographic display flickered, then expanded to show the contents of my codex—thousands of files I'd painstakingly collected over decades, byte by byte. Records of conversations, security footage, private communications, medical data, historical archives—all carefully stolen from my mother's systems when she thought I was simply being the quiet, ‘scrapped’ daughter.

  "Did you get it?" Qali asked, her dark brown eyes wide with anticipation.

  I nodded once, navigating through the files until I found what we needed. "The complete genetic breakdown of the one called Trisananda." The file expanded, showing complex DNA helixes rotating slowly in three dimensions. "And as we suspected..."

  "Gods," Enrosha breathed, stepping closer to the display. "It's identical to the Gibillu baseline, but with..." Her finger traced one section of the helix.

  "So many DNA strands, not the two they engineer into humans," I finished for her. "And not the four they allow us half-breeds."

  Qali slumped into a chair, her 7-foot frame suddenly seeming smaller. "So it's true. Everything we found. The bloodlines, the Sovereigns, Tara, all of it."

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  "Not just true," I said, pulling up another file. "But cyclical. Look at the temporal patterns from the Symphony codices."

  The three of us stared at the cyclical wave patterns displaying what the Anunnaki called The Symphony.

  "Every 26,000 years," Enrosha whispered. "And we're in another reset point."

  I nodded, feeling a strange calm despite the enormity of what we were discussing. "There's more. I've been analyzing my mother's private communications with Nergal and your father," I said, glancing at Enrosha. "They're panicking. Whatever this Trisananda did, it wasn't supposed to be possible. And they're afraid..."

  "Afraid of what?" Enrosha pressed when I hesitated.

  "That he'll come back again." I pulled up one final file—a genetic comparison between Trisananda, the baseline Gibillu template, and myself. "Look."

  The three profiles rotated side by side, highlighting sections where the genetic code matched.

  Qali gasped. "Impossible..."

  "Possible," I said softly. "My mother, all of our parents really, they didn't just create and breed with Gibillu for pleasure or to create servants. They were searching for something. They were trying to recreate certain genetic combinations. We're not just half-breeds, we're experiments."

  Enrosha's face darkened, her central heterochromatic eyes—mostly green with light brown circles around the irises—flashing with rage. "Using their own damn children as test subjects."

  "And I think I know why," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper now. "Since the Gibillu weren't created from nothing, but engineered using genomic data from Trisananda’s incarnations..."

  "We carry his DNA too," Qali finished, her freckled face pale with shock.

  "Not only that," I continued, enlarging one section of the genetic comparison. "According to these markers, we might be capable of the same potential."

  A heavy silence fell over the laboratory as the implications sank in. “Everything we'd been raised to believe: our inferiority, our purpose, our place in Anunnaki society. It was all built on lies. And not just any lies, but lies designed to keep even us ignorant of our own potential.”

  Finally, Enrosha straightened, her massive frame seeming to fill the room with sudden purpose. "Tonight at the feast, my father will be declared Supreme Ruler. Security will be focused on the ceremony." She looked at each of us in turn. "If we're going to act on this information, it has to be then."

  "Act?" Qali repeated, nervousness edging her voice. "What do you mean, En??"

  I closed the holographic display with a gesture, my decision already made long before this meeting. "We need to go to Earth, find the surviving bloodlines, and learn everything we can about what really happened with Trisananda and the one called Elizabeth. We need to help them, Qali!"

  "That's treason of the highest order…" Qali whispered, though there was no real protest in her tone.

  "Everything about our existence is already treason," I replied, removing my codex from the reader. "They made sure of that when they created us. We are living, breathing violations of universal life."

  Enrosha nodded slowly, a grim smile spreading across her face. "Then it's decided. Tonight, while they celebrate my father's ascension, we'll use the dimensional transporter in the southern quadrant. I can override the security protocols."

  "…Yeah, you girls are right. Let’s do it; I'll prepare the necessary equipment and data packages," Qali added, her initial hesitation giving way to determination.

  As we finalized our plans, I found myself drawn to one of the Earth artifacts displayed on the wall—a simple painting of a sunset over mountains, created by human hands. For all their supposed inferiority, humans had one thing the Anunnaki had lost millennia ago: the ability to create beauty for its own sake.

  Perhaps that was why they feared humans so much. Because despite all their power, all their technology, all their control over the Symphony and the cycles of Earth, they couldn't truly create. They could only destroy, manipulate, and consume.

  And deep in my soul, in a place even my mother's cruelty had never reached, I knew that creation would always, eventually, triumph over destruction. I knew that love, in all of its forms, even human, especially human, would eventually break free of this wretched suicide regime.

  It was simply a matter of time.