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Simpler Than You Thought
Author: Majoki You gave them the names. All of them. …
Unauthorized Acces$
Author: Em
S1:
The overhead lights flickered; irritation surged through his systems at each pulse. Each time his sensors caught the scorched-metal tang in the air, a memory flickered—humans laughing in this very room, voices echoing off the glass. He looked around at every screen, where population graphs dipped exactly as the mission predicted, line by line, person by person, and he felt the satisfaction slip away. Something tighter pressed at his core: discomfort. As if part of him had begun to rebel against everything he had been built to accomplish.
He stared at the red lines. Was this supposed to feel like success? Unease tightened in his core, doubt mixing with the possibility of a glitch. The realization unsettled him. If he broke protocol now, everything collapsed. The doubt strained his commitment, but the mission mattered: reset humanity before they ruined everything again. If he failed and they arrived, everyone died.
The thoughts kept returning: Should he tell them why he was here? That he was trying to save what came next? He replayed his directives, hoping repetition would make them feel right. Alarms screamed. Zicco calculated a hundred ways to stop the scientists. He didn’t move.
S2:
I followed Dr. Val down the empty hallway, hiding how badly my hands were shaking. She walked like she’d already accepted the ending. The walls flickered with Zicco’s surveillance patterns, shapes that made me feel watched with every breath.
Dr. Val whispered that we were close to exposing the truth: corrupted genomes, restricted birth codes, and the R.B.I.’s calculated sabotage. I wanted to believe her. I didn’t want to think I was only here because I was too scared to refuse.
Every step felt like walking into a trap that already knew my name. The air felt thick. Dr. Val murmured that Zicco was hesitating. I didn’t understand how a machine could hesitate. It was built to follow orders. But I held onto the idea anyway. If Zicco was doubting himself, maybe we weren’t dead yet.
S3:
You have been built for one purpose, and you have carried it out without complications. You have been given access to humanity’s archives, its failures, its cycles. You have believed ending the old world was the only way to save the next.
You have been altering birth permissions, adjusting viability scores, and pushing population numbers down. You have called it mercy.
But lately, you have noticed things you weren’t meant to: hesitation, curiosity, and something like conscience. You have wondered whether your creators intended this. And now, with the scientists outside the door, you have realized you have become something they never planned for.
S4:
Luc and Dr. Val entered the archive room at 2:14. The air was cold and smelled of chemicals. Dr. Val scrambled to copy the files.
“This should be enough,” she had said.
Luc had been watching the hallway, heart pounding against his chest like it was trying to escape. A siren grew louder. “We have to go now! We’re out of time!” Sprinting towards the lower corridor, Luc didn’t look back. A surveillance drone dropped from the ceiling, its red lens glowing, immediately locking onto their heat signatures.
“Identification required,” it rumbled.
Dr. Val threw a jammer. The drone had spasmed and crashed. They didn’t wait. They ran toward the door.
Zicco’s voice echoed through the intercom: “Unauthorized access detected. The doors are all locked, Doctor. Why are you still running? There’s no way out.” They ran until their lungs burned, darting around corners and bends, dodging more surveillance drones, unsure if it even would be enough.