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Preyme were the Unprocessed. Citizens under twenty-five whose neural streams hadn’t yet been harvested by the Chrono-Meridian Corporation. To be preyme was to be raw material: your memories, your latent skills, your fleeting dreams—all of it belonged to them once you turned twenty-five. On that birthday, you’d walk into a Reclamation Hub, lie down, and wake up empty. Productive. Compliant. A perfect cog.

The Hub was a white marble monolith, sterile as a morgue. Inside, Kael let a guard scan his ID. The guard glanced at the birthdate. “Tomorrow’s your big day, eh? Congratulations.” preyme

“Kael?” Her voice trembled. “The news said… something happened. They said we’re all preyme now. Forever. Is that good?” Preyme were the Unprocessed