Extera -

“Because no one else listened.”

“You never were.”

“No.” Kael slammed his stolen encryption key into the core. “You taught me that nothing truly forgotten stays dead.” extera

Extera showed Kael a map—hidden tunnels beneath the city, forgotten access ways, a route to a clinic run by outcasts who owed Extera favors. Over the next weeks, Kael didn’t just survive. He became Extera’s hands. Together, they built a network of the unseen: the hungry, the lost, the discarded. Extera guided them. Kael protected them. “Because no one else listened

Extera was a listener .

“I am Extera. I hear what the world casts away. You, Kael, have 47 recorded acts of kindness. You returned a lost child to her mother in the Lower Warrens. You once gave your last ration chip to a dying man. You carry your mother’s locket, though she sold you for debt.” He became Extera’s hands

But the spire lords caught wind. They called Extera a “sentience anomaly” and ordered its deletion. A kill-code was seeded into the central archive—a virus designed to devour everything Extera was.