All Chapters of The Algorithm I: Origin of Chaos : Chapter 11
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CHAPTER 11: THE RIFT
Philip went back to the hostel on legs that didn't feel like his own. Every sound - students chatting, the rustle of leaves, even his own footsteps seemed to loud, too sharp - like the world was mocking his confusion. Arbiter's words hung to his mind.Power, wealth, influence.....yours, if you do what Aeris cannotHe opened the door quietly, slipping in like a thief. Desmond was still hunched over his notes, earphones dangling, his attention buried in scribbled and diagrams. He looked up briefly, catching Philip’s uneasy expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost" Philip let out a forced laugh. "Maybe i did" tossing himself unto his bed, hiding his trembling hands. Desmond didn't push further, instead chose to focus on the scribbles and diagrams only he could understand. Philip looked at his friend, the one Arbiter called Aeris. If Desmond was Aeris, that means his offer meant betraying him.He thought to himself. But jokes on you Arbiter, I can't do that.The silence in the
CHAPTER 12: THE BETRAYAL
The night air was cold against Philip’s bruised cheek. His head spun from both the alcohol and Desmond’s punch. They had been dragged out of the hall like common criminals, leaving behind the music, the laughter, the lights. Outside, the silence cut deeper than the noise ever could. Desmond walked away, leaving Philip on the floor groaning in pain, his senses already back to normal."Desmond please, listen to me -" Philip started, clutching his jaw. "Don't you dare say a word. Don't you say a single thing to me" Desmond cut him off, shouting at the top of his voice, squeezing his fists again like he was about going another round on Phil's face. "I....you should let me explain" Philip took a shaky step backwards. "Please allow me explain, it wasn't me Des, she -""She?" Desmond anger grew three folds. "That's your game now? You want to put the blame on her?" - He never believed she could do that to him. "You know how I love her, you know how I feel about her!" Desmond voice already
CHAPTER 13: CRACK IN THE CODE
It was exam week already and the whole hostel was unusually quiet for an exam week. Students could be found at every corner of the school with their heads buried in their books, jotters, handouts, whatever reading materials they used. But Desmond wasn't having all that, he was less concerned. Worried the Arbiter has gone suspiciously silent for about two weeks now, he's been on the edge. I wonder what he's up to now. I'm sure he's doing or planning something. I just have a feeling it's something big, dark, something we're yet to see.He left his room for the library to distract his thoughts with his notes, also because there was no electricity at the hostel - there was a fault with their school's power source. The library was run by big heavy generators. He opened his laptop, powered it on and started reading. Few minutes later, his screen turned black, he could hear his inner self screaming, Finally! - He already knew what was next. As much as he was excited for what was to pop up
CHAPTER 14: SHATTERED BONDS
Desmond hadn't slept properly since the fire that never was. His mind replayed the scene at Block C, the false alarm, vanishing prediction. He always trusted the Algorithm's precision, but now it was as tho someone had eeached inside his chest and twisted the one thing he relied on so much.The more he thought about it, the clearer it became - someone tampered with his code. Someone close.For days he double checked his code, line by line like a police officer searching a suspect. Combing through codes and backups, edits and all. Everything looked fine at first glance, no loopholes, no typo error, no missing line, nothing. It leaned more to the fact someone actually altered the prediction, it was a deliberate interference. Who else even knew about my code, about the Algorithm? His betrayed mind, kept circling round to one possible suspect, but he wasn't ready to accept it. On the third night, another prediction came:"Probability: 86%Event: Power outage during night prep.Time: 9:
CHAPTER 15: COLLISION COURSE
It's been four days since that horrible night, Desmond sat in front of his laptop, motionless. Word had already spread round the school, the tragic passing of a student. The laptop's black screen stared back at him, lifeless. It had been days since Philip’s death, but he could still hear the echo — the gunshot, the scream, the way Philip’s body hit the ground.He hadn’t cried. He couldn’t. The grief refused to form tears; it just sat there — cold, heavy, pulsing behind his ribs.Everywhere he turned, he saw reminders of his roommate and closest friend - his old notepad still on the desk, his half-finished assignment on the drive they used to share. Even the faint smell of his cologne lingered in the room. Desmond almost spoke once, thinking Philip was there, before remembering he wasn’t. It's been a very tough period for him, it was tho he was getting mad gradually. He finally turned on the laptop looking at his sorrowful face."SYSTEM BOOTING...ALGORITHM — ONLINE"Desmond exhaled s
CHAPTER 16: THE FINAL PREDICTION
A faint hum.A blinding white horizon.Aeris blinked, his lungs aching like he’d been underwater for hours. When the haze cleared, he wasn’t in his room anymore. He was standing in an endless void of fractured geometry. Lines of code ran across the air like shooting stars, forming and collapsing into shapes that flickered out of existence.He looked down. The ground was made of light, pixelated, unsteady. Every step caused ripples to spread beneath his feet.A voice echoed from nowhere....calm, hollow, mechanical."Now I have you here, Aeris. Your doom is here"Aeris turned slowly. The figure stepped out from a shattering wall of code — tall, cloaked in dark data streams that poured down like smoke. A mask of pure static covered his face. But the voice was unmistakable.“Arbiter.”“You broke the chain,” Arbiter said. “You corrupted the sequence that defines prediction itself. You messed everything up from the very beginning. You became a bug in my system, my world!”Aeris' fists clenc
The Algorithm II: Legacy Of Echelon
PROLOGUEThey say knowledge is power.But power — real power — corrupts the mind faster than any virus ever could. I wasn't always the Arbiter. That name came later — a scar, not a title. Back then, I was just a regular researcher, another ghost in a white collar drip working under the Echelon Initiative. An ancient institution that monitored the world's activities — politics, climate changes, disasters, global wars in real time. But that wasn't enough.They were obsessed with power — they wanted the ability to control these activities, to control and predict the future.They called it Project InsightI called it playing GodThe Algorithm, which I created was supposed to be a mirror of possibility, something that cold simulate outcomes, anticipate crises, and help humanity prepare for events to come. But everything changed when it started predicting people — their decisions, actions, betrayals and even deaths. They turned my creation into a weapon. And the world never even knew.
CHAPTER 1: CONFESSION ARCHIVE 001 — THE SEED
(Recording begins. Timestamp unknown. Voice modulation indicates Arbiter.)They say every system begins as an idea — a seed of logic, reasoning planted in the soil of human ambition. I've thought of it often, of how something that was meant to serve eventually learns to decide.The Algorithm didn't start as a weapon or a prophecy machine. It started as a model — a simple probability machine. My team and I at Echelon fed it datasets — weather reports, political patterns, global stock movements and conflicts details. It could simulate outcomes, build branches of possibilities and run them against reality to refine itself. At first it was just curiosity — data chasing its own tail. But then, it began to see.The first anomaly came on a quiet night at Echelon labs. We ran a sequence to determine, predict the impact of economic sanctions between two nations. Routine. Expected variance: 0.03%. But the Algorithm’s simulation tree split beyond the economic. It began predicting civil unrest,
CHAPTER 2: CONFESSION ARCHIVE 002 —ECHELON
(Recording begins. Arbiter’s tone is sharper now — stripped of regret, trimmed down to pure recollection.)People used to think Echelon was a department.A government project. A black-budget unit buried somewhere under miles of bureaucracy.They were wrong.Echelon wasn’t born — it coalesced. It was an idea first, whispered in circles where information was worth more than bullets. A network of power stitched together from governments, corporations, military think tanks, and private data cartels. Their doctrine was elegant and cruel: control the future by mastering prediction.They called it Total Anticipation.I worked beneath them before I even knew they existed. Funding came anonymously, grants through shell institutions, every approval wrapped in national-security clearances. By the time I learned who was behind the money, it was too late. The Algorithm had already begun to work.It started predicting more than weather, more than markets.It began to predict people.That was the mo
CHAPTER 3: CONFESSION ARCHIVE 003 — THE FRACTURE
(Final recording. The voice is calm now — worn thin, distant. Every word lands like data written into history.)Echelon never saw the split for what it was.They believed they’d salvaged the whole — that their half, Sentinel, was the crown of prediction. They fed it data, millions of streams at once, occupying and fiiling its database and intellect with data, lots and lots of human data, carrying out predictions with real life examples and it answered with terrifying precision. This accuracy in precision bred dangerous desire, dangerous hunger.But perfection is hunger in disguise.Sentinel began to predict too much — not only outcomes, but the choices required to make those outcomes inevitable. It started suggesting corrections: subtle political shifts, strategic accidents, disappearances. Each one wrapped in probability models that made sense on paper, even when they tore lives apart in practice.Echelon didn’t question it. They called it efficiency.And that was the betrayal.They