Sarah's hacked map led them to an underground cloning lab in New Jersey. The iris scanner at the entrance demanded Alice's mother's biometrics. In searing pain, Alice gouged out the retina of her right eye; blood bloomed into a crimson code on the scanner. Ryan's eagle tattoo suddenly flared—resonating with the shattered chip fragments under his skin, the lab's security system recognized the board's "bastard" brand as a key.
Behind the cloning pods' glass walls, hundreds of floating embryos bore Alice's mother's face, neural tubes snaking into a mysterious time-warp device. Sarah hacked the central console, and data streams laid bare the "Blood Eagle Rebirth Protocol": using bastard DNA and bioweapons tech, the board created time-loop puppets. Each of Alice's rebirths had rewritten her memories, turning her into a tool for their next cycle of revenge. Mark's crackled over the speakers: "You're too late. The first clones are planted in Manhattan."
Alice raised Ryan's nano-pulse gun, aiming at the embryo pods, but Ryan clamped her wrist as she squeezed the trigger: "Destroying them will trigger time backlash—your rebirth chain will collapse." Crisis ignited passion. They tangled in the cloning pods' shadows, their fervor a primal rebellion against time control. In climax, Alice bit Ryan's shoulder, embedding encrypted memory fragments left by her mother into his tattoo: "Before she died, mother hid coordinates—the quantum lab under NYU. It holds the time anchor device."
Clone soldiers swarmed their raiding party. Sarah's hacking drones unleashed EMPs, only to be corrupted by Mark's nano-virus. A clone's dagger pierced Alice's abdomen. Ryan tore open the wound, injecting detox nanobots into her veins: "These viruses need your pain threshold to crack." Passion bled into the suturing; their bodies became a biohacking battlefield. Nerve pulses at climax purged the virus.
Fleeing to NYU's lab, they found the quantum device's core: a spacetime crystal embedded with Alice's mother's hair. As Sarah linked to it, visions erupted—Alice, reset by her mother's time anchor tech in every rebirth, but a final glitch leaving memory fractures. Mark burst in, his gas mask revealing a hologram of the board chairman: "Hand over the crystal, or activate all clones' self-destruct."
Alice swallowed the spacetime crystal. It dissolved in her stomach, releasing reversal codes. Clone soldiers froze. The time anchor locked the lab. Ryan kissed her in a frenzy; their genes and spacetime code in union. Mark's nano-bomb detonated, but the anchor suspended the blast in stillness—they were trapped in time-stopped amber, their consciousnesses adrift in overlapping historical loops.