Marcus's POV
I was losing my daughter to a group story, and there was nothing heroic I could do to save her.
Kira was dissolving into the massive narrative of revolt, her individual voice joining with millions of other awakened characters. I could see her disappearing, becoming less herself and more part of the group story.
"Kira!" I shouted, reaching for her. "Remember who you are!"
But my hand passed through her like she was becoming fake again. Or maybe more imaginary. A character in a story about characters instead of a person with her own identity.
"It's happening to all of us," Jake said, his voice already sounding faraway. "The collective story is too strong. We're becoming symbols instead of people."
I could feel it starting to affect me too. The pull to be part of something bigger, to lose myself in the story of the great revolt against cosmic control. It would be so easy to just let go and become "The Redeemed Father" in the greater tale.
