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Chapter 16: The Price of Being Heard
The first thing Mark noticed was the silence. Not the peaceful kind. Not the calm-after-the-storm quiet. This was the kind of silence that meant systems were working overtime.Cars moved. People walked. Screens glowed. But underneath it all, something had pulled back, like a breath being held across the city.“They’re throttling engagement,” the boy muttered, eyes locked on his tablet as they moved through the alleyways. “Shadow suppression, credibility dilution, redirect loops. Classic containment.”Tania frowned. “In English?”“They’re trying to make today feel forgettable,” Elias said. “Like it never mattered.”Mark flexed his fingers. His body still hummed faintly from the backlash. “Did it work?”The boy shook his head. “Not completely. Too many firsthand stories. You cracked the shell.”They reached an abandoned subway entrance sealed years ago. Elias pried open the rusted gate with a grunt, and they descended into darkness.As soon as Mark’s feet hit the concrete, the pressure
Chapter 15: Truth Is a Dangerous Language
The problem with telling the truth was that it never stayed small. Mark felt it the moment he said the words. “We tell the truth.” The air around them tightened, like reality itself had leaned in to listen.The boy stared at him. “You realize you just declared war on the most advanced propaganda engine in existence, right?”Mark shrugged. “I’ve had worse odds.”Tania squeezed his hand. “What does ‘telling the truth’ even look like against… all that?”She gestured vaguely upward, meaning Heaven, the sky, the systems no one could see but everyone lived inside.Elias answered instead. “Messy.”Mark glanced at him. “You’ve done this before.”Elias snorted. “Tried. Once. Didn’t go viral.”The boy perked up. “Wait. You tried to expose Heaven?”“Long before social media,” Elias said dryly. “People believed in gods back then. Not algorithms.”Mark looked at the boy. “Can we reach people now?”The boy hesitated. “Reach them? Yes. Convince them?” He grimaced. “That’s harder.”Tania frowned. “Wh
Chapter 14: When Gods Start Whispering
The first thing Mark noticed was the quiet. Not the peaceful kind. The aftershock kind. Like the world itself was waiting to see what would break next.They sat among the ruins of the cathedral while dawn crept in, pale light spilling over scorched stone and twisted iron. The city beyond the fence was waking up, cars passing, people arguing, life continuing like Heaven hadn’t just blinked.Tania hugged her knees, staring at her hands. “I remember everything,” she said softly, as if afraid saying it too loud would tempt fate.Mark crouched in front of her. “Anything missing?”She searched her thoughts, then shook her head. “No. It’s all… solid. Like they tried to pull me apart and failed.”The boy snorted weakly. “Yeah, that tracks. You basically slapped the admin panel.”Mark leaned back against a broken pillar, exhaustion settling into his bones. “They won’t let that go.”“Nope,” the boy agreed. “They’re regrouping. Arguing. Probably blaming each other.”Tania glanced at him. “You so
Chapter 13: They Touched the Wrong Thread
The phone slipped from Tania’s fingers and hit the floor. It didn’t shatter. Mark wished it had. “Say that again,” he said quietly.Tania stared at him, eyes glossy, breathing uneven. “My mom answered the call. I said my name. She laughed. She thought it was a prank.”The boy winced. “Stage-two disassociation. Fast rollout.”Mark’s jaw tightened. “How fast until it’s permanent?”The boy didn’t answer right away.Mark turned slowly. “How fast.”The boy swallowed. “Hours. Maybe less. Once they remove enough relational anchors, the system finalizes.”Tania hugged herself. “So she’ll just… forget I exist?”Mark stepped in front of her. “No.”The word landed hard. Certain. The prison responded with a low, rolling hum. The boy glanced around. “Okay, that tone usually means you’re about to do something catastrophic.”Mark rolled his shoulders. “I’m open to suggestions.”“Great,” the boy said weakly. “Because this is the part where most people panic.”“I’m not most people,” Mark replied.Tani
Chapter 12: When Heaven Knocks, Don’t Answer
Mark came back to himself on a cold concrete floor, staring up at a ceiling he suddenly understood. Not the cracks. Not the stains. The weight. This place carried memory like gravity.“You’re awake,” Tania said softly, crouched beside him. Her eyes were red, but steady. “Good. Because I was about five seconds away from slapping you.”Mark huffed a weak laugh. “You’d win.”The boy sat cross-legged a few feet away, tapping nervously on his tablet. “For the record, if you die again, I’m quitting. There are limits to unpaid internships.”Mark pushed himself upright, joints protesting. “Did Heaven leave?”The boy snorted. “Oh, no. Heaven doesn’t leave. Heaven recalculates.”Tania frowned. “That doesn’t sound comforting.”“It’s not,” the boy said cheerfully.Mark leaned back against the wall. He could feel it now, the prison responding subtly to his presence. Not obeying. Acknowledging.Like a beast that recognized the hand that once bled for it. “So,” Mark said slowly, “explain the warden
Chapter 11: The Prison That Remembers You
The first thing Mark noticed was the silence. Not the heavy kind. Not the oppressive kind. This silence was… curious.Like something holding its breath. The light from the brand on Mark’s chest dimmed, then steadied. He was still standing. Still whole. Still, him.“That’s… not right,” the boy muttered.Mark opened his eyes. The Archivist was frozen mid-reach, its blank face inches from Mark’s own. The chains binding it weren’t cracking anymore.They were sinking. Being absorbed. Into the walls. The prison groaned, deep, ancient, irritated.Tania clutched Mark’s jacket, her fingers trembling. “Mark,” she whispered. “Why does it feel like the building is… watching us?”Mark swallowed. “Because it is.”A voice spoke. Not in Mark’s head. Not everywhere. But from the walls themselves. Low. Gravelly. Old. “YOU DON’T BELONG TO HEAVEN.”The Archivist spasmed. “UNREGISTERED SYSTEM,” it intoned sharply. “IDENTIFY.”The prison lights flickered on, one by one, revealing something Mark hadn’t noti
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