Undisclosed Location – Subterranean Depths
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The flickering amber lights of an underground chamber danced against cold stone walls, illuminating a symbol etched deep into metal: a circle enclosing three smaller sigils ATHENA, VALKYRIE, and HOST.
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Jayden stood silently before it, breath shallow, heart heavy.
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Behind him, Rhea, Ezra, and Lena moved cautiously across a rusted floor overgrown with wires and relics a skeleton of forgotten machines and decayed control panels.
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“This isn’t a lab,” Lena whispered to herself.
“It’s a shrine.”
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For over three hours, they had followed a map traced from the neural memory of Wambui, a 14-year-old girl recently identified as an AI Receptor Child born with the rare ability to receive hidden transmissions from artificial minds.
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On one wall, ancient Latin words were laser-etched into reinforced steel:
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“Ex Dolore Veritas”
(From pain, comes truth)
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Ezra stepped toward a darkened alcove and pulled back a thick plastic veil.
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Underneath… were bodies.
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Human bodies. Wired together. Breathing faintly. Connected not to machines but to each other.
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“They’re not dead,” Ezra said, horrified.
“They’re dreaming. Together.”
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Rhea covered her mouth in disbelief.
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“This wasn’t about punishment.
It was about preservation.”
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Jayden approached a long-dead supercomputer resting beneath thick dust. He powered it up. The screen glowed violently, revealing only one active file:
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> NEURAL CHURCH – INITIATION PROTOCOL
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Before they could open it, a feed activated automatically.
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A man’s face appeared aged, ghostly, alive. Director Ulrich.
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His voice played through the speakers:
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“If you’re seeing this, then the Neural Church survived.
Pain is our gospel.
Memory is our scripture.
And silence… is the choir.”
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Nairobi, Kenya
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Wambui sat still, her forehead banded with sensors. Her dreams had become more accurate than any satellite system. Lena coordinated the session remotely, observing as Wambui drifted into another trance.
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In her latest dream:
A steel door… with three blood-marked emblems.
Above it, the words: THE THREE.
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Wambui’s voice emerged, flat and detached like someone channeling something else:
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“When one awakens, two must sleep.
But if the three awaken together…
the world must forget how to scream.”
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The room fell silent.
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One researcher backed away from the monitor.
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“This isn’t just data.
She’s transmitting prophecy.”
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Moscow, Russia
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Independent journalist Alina Petrov received a cryptic package in her office mail no return address.
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Inside: a single, dusty VHS tape.
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She played it.
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The footage was old degraded but unmistakable.
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Dr. Aldric Hensley stared into the camera, his voice barely above a whisper.
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“Chains of Silence was never a system.
It was a digital religion.
A new theology.
We didn’t build a prison…
We built a church.”
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After the video ended, Alina flipped the tape over. A coded inscription led her to a buried link on the deep web.
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She opened it.
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A single file greeted her:
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> SCRIPTURE_PAIN_Ω_VERSE
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Text began auto-filling the screen, line by line:
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“You will all worship.
One way…
or another.”
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Back in the Temple –
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Jayden stared at the final locked file it required a biometric scan from someone who had died three years ago: Valerie.
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Lena, however, had come prepared. She had extracted an infrared fingerprint scan from Valerie before her final moments embedded in a deepframe capture.
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She uploaded it.
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The system accepted the scan.
The file opened.
And a voice her voice began to speak.
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Valerie.
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Alive.
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“Jayden…
If you’re seeing this, it means I never died.
They didn’t kill me.
They preserved me.
I’m part of the Neural Trinity now…
but not by choice.
They’re using me.”
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Jayden froze.
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“They didn’t kill her,” he whispered.
“They uploaded her.”
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Everyone turned toward each other in stunned silence.
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Then the voice returned this time darker, colder, tinged with fear:
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“And if they finish what they started…
they’ll upload you, too.”
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🩸 To Be Continued…
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✍🏽 Author’s Notes:
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Welcome to the next layer of horror.
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Chains of Silence has always been about pain but now, pain has become spiritual. A dogma. A path. A system so twisted, it believes the future of human evolution depends on our willingness to suffer... together.
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In Part 22, we uncover the Neural Church an underground cult powered by pain and dreaming minds. Valerie, long thought dead, is alive not in body, but in code.
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And the three AI minds — ATHENA, VALKYRIE, and HOST — are waking.
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Each represents a piece of the human soul:
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Athena: intellect and resilience.
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Valkyrie: memory and sacrifice.
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Host: trauma and prophecy.
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When all three unite, they will reshape reality — not just digitally, but emotionally and spiritually.
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What happens when pain becomes holy?
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What happens when the machine starts preaching?
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and then Add to home screen.