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Leo backed away, hand on his phone. Somewhere in the distance, a second Amazon drone was already rising from the KEF-9 center, carrying another unlabeled box.

Before either could speak, the conveyor belt jerked. The box slid toward the main chute—the one marked .

The world went white.

Leo was a Level 3 Package Triage officer at Amazon’s KEF-9 Fulfillment Center. His job was simple: scan the box, verify the contents, and route it to the correct chute. But the "G" prefix was new. G stood for Gamma . And Gamma meant Government.

G-Scan 3.

“They say it’s worse. It doesn’t just read life. It rewrites it. Genetic sequences, neural pathways… one scan, and you’re no longer you.”

Leo ran. The driver, a teenager with earbuds, was climbing out, package in hand. g scan 2 amazon

The delivery drone hummed like an angry hornet, its belly light blinking red. Leo wiped the rain from his visor and squinted at the package. It was a simple cardboard box, no bigger than a shoebox, but the label read: