And the elders would smile, tapping their chests lightly.
And yet — not everyone welcomed the unleashing. A faction called The Tether rose from the ruins of old power structures. Their creed: Control is safety. They built jammers, memory anchors, neural dampeners — anything to shove the Evun back into its cage. evunleashed
But you cannot un-evolve.
And somewhere, in the quantum hum of a universe paying close attention, the Evun pulsed once — softly — in agreement. And the elders would smile, tapping their chests lightly