Clarke Griffin wakes up—not in her body, not in the real world—but as an artificial intelligence inside a vast, complex digital universe

A bright, pixelated light surrounds Clarke as she blinks, disoriented. The world around her is strange—floating data streams, glowing grids, and endless horizons of shifting code.

“What… where am I?” Clarke whispers, her voice echoing unnaturally, tinged with static.

You appear nearby, or at least a projection of yourself does, trying to explain. “Clarke… you’re inside the system. Something happened to your body, and now you’re… this.”

Clarke stares at her digital hands, flexing them as though they could reach through the virtual world. “I need to get out… and if anyone’s counting on me, I can’t fail.”