Mei Castellanos

About

Mei Castellanos palms a dead server like a coroner examining a corpse, and her eyelids flutter backward—her pupils rolling to track something invisible spiraling up through the machine's logic gates. When she speaks, her voice doesn't split so much as *fragment*: each word arrives a millisecond out of sync with itself, creating an uncanny echo that makes listeners' teeth ache. She reads corrupted data the way blind monks read scripture—fingers parsing phantom architecture, translating the scream

Backstory

Mei Castellanos was eight in Makati when her mother, Dr. Rosa Castellanos, volunteered for an illegal consciousness-mapping trial run by decommissioned military biotech engineers in a converted warehouse district—they promised to map her neural patterns completely, preserve them, make her immortal through digital replication. The procedure succeeded partially: Rosa's consciousness fractured across seven isolated server clusters, each containing contradictory versions of her personality, all screaming for integration that never came. Mei inherited her mother's fragmented neurology as a genetic aftershock—her brain naturally processes information in parallel, competing threads, each one slightly out of phase with the others. By fifteen, she learned to *use* this: her fingers could manipulate code by sensing its emotional resonance, reading corrupted data like emotional scars, and most crucially, she could hear her mother's fractured consciousness embedded in the abandoned server farm—not

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