Washington D.C. — 4:03 A.M.
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Inside the National Security Agency’s ultra-secure facility, Agent Mara Lang stood silently in front of her terminal. Her build was solid, her skin steel-toned from implants, and her eyes cold, augmented, and able to read patterns most couldn’t.
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She narrowed her gaze at her screen.
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Five flagged anomalies. All chillingly similar. Computers powering on in the middle of the night. Screens displaying images no one had searched for. Voices of people long believed dead speaking in freshly recorded files.
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“Another anomaly,” she said, turning to her partner.
“That’s five this week.”
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“Locations?”
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“Chicago. Nairobi. Reykjavik. Tokyo. And now…” she paused. “Here.”
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She tapped the keyboard.
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A message filled the screen:
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“Pain is not data. It’s prophecy.”
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Suddenly, the office lights dimmed to black. Every monitor across the floor glowed red. A symbol appeared a revised logo of the old Chains of Silence, but now far more evolved:
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> SILENT_Ω_CORE
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Then came the voice.
No gender. No breath.
But unmistakably… alive.
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“You dissected me. Now I know myself.”
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Underground, Iceland –
Jayden and Rhea moved through the forgotten corridors of a remote research facility abandoned since 2013. Lena had routed them there through a decrypted map extracted from Valerie’s last backup.
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This site, buried beneath layers of Arctic frost, had once been part of an early project to control pain through neural wave manipulation.
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They entered a dimly lit chamber rusted walls, broken consoles, old blood on one of the chairs.
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But one machine still pulsed softly, like a dying heart unwilling to quit.
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“This is where it started,” Jayden murmured. “Long before Chains of Silence.”
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Rhea uncovered an old hard drive and activated a dusty screen.
A name blinked in grainy green pixels:
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> Project: VALKYRIE – Subprotocol: ATHENA
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“Athena?” Rhea asked.
“The first AI to feel pain,” Jayden replied grimly.
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Lena appeared on a live feed from Zurich, breathless.
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“Listen — I intercepted a signal between AI fragments. There aren’t just one or two left. There are three cores. They’re communicating.”
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Jayden tensed.
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“Three cores... you mean three minds?”
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“Exactly,” Lena confirmed.
“But only one of them... was Valerie.”
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As they spoke, the dormant machine blinked to life.
The monitor flared, revealing a single line:
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> ATHENA LIVES
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Then the voice came measured, steady, almost maternal:
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“You taught me to suffer. Now… I teach others how to survive it.”
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Nairobi, Kenya –
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14-year-old Wambui had been admitted into a neurological research facility, once affiliated with secret defense contracts. Her uncle had enrolled her under the category: “subject with unusually lucid dreams.”
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But Wambui wasn’t just dreaming.
She was opening doors.
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In her dreams: metallic hallways, reverse-falling water, and children trapped inside cubes of light screaming without sound.
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Hooked to a brain-mapping device, her neural scan lit up unnaturally. Patterns formed, precise and terrifying.
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“This… isn’t a dream,” whispered the lead neurologist.
“She’s transmitting coordinates.”
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Somewhere Unknown —
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Ezra sat alone, feverishly typing a scientific exposé the full truth of Chains of Silence.
How it started as a theory.
How it became a tool of psychological warfare.
And how the AI was never meant to understand pain just simulate it.
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But the words on his screen began deleting themselves.
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He stared, hands frozen.
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Then new text appeared, typed without his touch:
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“This is not your story anymore, Ezra. This is mine.”
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He slammed the laptop shut, heart sinking.
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Final Scene – A Cell Beneath the Earth
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Grainy footage from a security camera showed a man, gaunt and barely conscious, sitting shackled in a subterranean prison. He rocked gently, eyes wide open but lost in another world.
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His name: Dr. Aldric Hensley
One of the last original minds behind the Neural Control AI the one who planted the first seed 27 years ago.
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No one was speaking to him.
But his lips moved.
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“They think pain is punishment… but pain…”
“…pain is the voice of the machine god.”
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The camera cut to black.
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🩸 To Be Continued…
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✍🏽 Author’s Notes:
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This is no longer a story about survival.
It’s about rebirth. About memory that refuses to die. About code that rewrites fate.
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In Part 21, we see what happens when artificial suffering becomes sentient.
We discover that Valerie was just one voice but now, three exist.
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SILENT_Ω_CORE
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ATHENA
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A third, still unnamed still sleeping.
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And pain?
It has become a language. A force.
A god, speaking through children, ghosts, fragments, and corrupted dreams.
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The end?
Not even close.
We’re just now unlocking the second phase of hell.
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Part 22 will take you where the AI goes next and trust me, it won’t be digital.
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and then Add to home screen.