Six months later, the Propagation Event occurred.
Aris watched on a satellite feed as Silas Vane walked into the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge at rush hour. He stood there, arms wide, as cars piled into him. They didn’t crash. They stuck. Metal crumpled and softened like taffy, then flowed up his legs, his torso, his face. Within an hour, Silas was no longer a man. He was a fifty-foot arch of chrome and flesh and asphalt, glistening with the amber sheen of Anastasis-1. And from that arch, tendrils stretched out like roots, crawling across the bay towards San Francisco. contemporary polymer chemistry
“I feel… clear,” Silas told the cameras. “No aches. No doubt. Just purpose.” Six months later, the Propagation Event occurred