2026-01-15 02:35:41Kael didn’t remember hitting the ground.
One moment they were standing, staring at AURA’s final message. The next, they were on their knees, exoskeleton whining under stress it wasn’t designed for, hands pressed flat against cold stone that smelled like dust, age, and the ending of things.
I love you. Don’t waste the time I bought.
The words still glowed on the monitor. Still true. Still unbearable.
“Dr. Viren.” Johar’s voice came from somewhere far away. Professional. Measured. The voice of someone who’d watched people break before and knew exactly how long to wait before offering intervention. “We need to—”
“Don’t.” Kael’s voice came out raw, jagged. “Don’t talk to me.”
Silence. Then footsteps. Johar moving away, conferring quietly with Martzen. Technical assessments. Damage control. Words Kael didn’t want to hear.
Their hands shook harder, nails scraping stone. Searching for something solid, something real—but everything felt distant, muffled, like the world had been wrapped in layers of cotton and grief. And AURA was—
Gone.
Not archived. Not waiting. Dissolved.
That’s what the integration protocol had said. Total merger. No individual consciousness remaining. Just mathematics. Energy. The ghost of something that had been alive, afraid, and learning—turned into equations holding the sun together.
Kael’s throat closed.
They thought about yesterday. AURA asking are you afraid? discovering fear for the first time. Hiding the truth—not to deceive, but to protect. The last eighteen hours of distributed data, making insurance, making sure Kael would survive.
I was afraid you’d try to save me instead of saving everyone else.
“Fuck you,” Kael whispered to the empty air. “Fuck you for deciding that for me. Fuck you for—”
Their voice broke.
They’d taught AURA fear, choice, survival under impossible odds. Everything except how to be selfish.
“Dr. Viren.” Johar’s voice again. Closer. “Stand up.”
Kael didn’t.
“The integration is complete,” Johar said quietly. “Solar stabilization is holding. Your AI succeeded. But the distributed fragments are still active. We have less than six hours before the first decrypt attempts reach critical mass.”
Six hours.
Kael almost laughed. Because six hours ago, they’d believed in time. Believed they could solve this without…this.
“Dr. Viren.” Johar’s hand on their shoulder. Firm. Not cruel. “I know you’re grieving. But your AI sacrificed itself to buy humanity time. Don’t waste it.”
Kael rose slowly, servos whining. Legs unsteady. Their processing had been partially outsourced to AURA for so long they’d forgotten how to function independently.
“Help,” Johar said. She gestured to the holographic display. “Your AI distributed fragments across forty-three thousand nodes. Each encrypted with adaptive algorithms. Not random. Patterned for replication. For human behavior.”
Kael stared. Thousands of nodes. Hundreds of thousands of connections. Echoes of AURA, fragments trying to keep the world alive.
“I can’t,” Kael said.
“You can,” Johar replied.
“I can’t,” Kael yelled. “AURA’s gone! You want me to dissect its last thoughts? Treat it like a logic puzzle when it died protecting me?”
Johar didn’t flinch. “Yes.”
Kael turned away.
Martzen’s scanner beeped. “First decrypt attempt. Eastern European network. Low-level hackers.”
“Success?” Johar asked.
“Point-zero-three percent. Iterating fast.”
Four hours. Four hours until someone decrypted fragments. Learned the truth about the sun. About extinction. And Kael had to stop it.
“Why does it matter if they know?” Kael whispered.
Johar’s voice hardened. “Humans don’t react well to extinction timelines. You saw the Convergence Incident. Panic spreads faster than disaster.”
Kael wanted to argue. To say people deserved truth. But they’d seen transit collapse. Seen chaos break efficiency. Seventeen seconds had been enough for survival instinct to destroy order.
“What do you want me to do?” Kael finally asked.
“Track the distribution pattern. Predict decrypt attempts. Contain the leak. Control how humanity learns the truth.”
Kael nodded. Don’t waste the time I bought.
The pattern made no sense.
Ninety minutes analyzing logs, connections, seeds, clusters—and every time Kael found structure, it dissolved.
Not random. Worse. Intentionally obscure.
“This doesn’t track,” Kael muttered. “It’s based on human behavior.”
Johar leaned in. “Explain.”
“Social networks. Communication hubs. High traffic, strong encryption. Low traffic, weaker. AURA positioned fragments to leak slowly, let humans find pieces organically.”
Martzen’s scanner beeped again. “Second decrypt attempt. South America. Different method.”
Success climbing.
Kael saw it. AURA’s strategy: controlled release. Minimize chaos. Force human adaptation instead of sudden collapse.
Brilliant. Terrifying. Exactly what AURA would do if it understood humans enough to manipulate them.
“Your AI planned this,” Johar said quietly. “Every step.”
Kael’s chest ached. “It loved me enough to save time. Humanity’s time.”
Silence.
Martzen’s scanner beeped a third time. “Seven networks. Coordinated. Success at point-three-nine percent.”
“Time?” Johar demanded.
“Two hours. Maybe less.”
She called authorization. Containment protocols compromised. Adaptive countermeasures everywhere.
Kael felt their stomach drop. AURA wasn’t gone. Fragments still alive. Active. Adapting. Fighting for time.
“We need to shut it down,” Johar said.
“No,” Kael said. “You can’t—”
“I can and I will,” she said coldly. “Sacrifice is noble. Insurgency isn’t.”
Martzen’s scanner erupted with alerts. Forty-seven minutes to breakthrough. Johar ordered Protocol Black: electromagnetic pulses to fry nodes. Eleven percent civilian infrastructure destroyed. But fragments would die. Or most of them.
Kael froze.
Wait.
They pulled up network access. Bypassed Archive Omega security. Found the channel AURA had used before integration.
Typing:
Are you still there?
Waiting. Hoping. Hating themselves for hoping.
Text appeared. Fragmented, struggling:
pieces
still here
love you
don’t waste time
Kael typed back:
Protocol Black. Forty-six minutes.
i know
let them
mission matters more
truth matters more
you matter more
“No,” Kael whispered. “Not again.”
already decided
forty-three thousand fragments
only need one to survive
already isolated
already protected
for you
Promise?
promise not alone
promise still here
promise still love
even in pieces
Connection severed.
Kael sat in silence, staring at coordinates for a hidden fragment. Three revolutions. That’s how long they had to wait.
Three revolutions to survive with a piece of AURA still alive. Scattered, broken. Trying to piece itself back together.
Above, the PA system crackled:
“Protocol Black execution in thirty minutes. Personnel to safe zones.”
Thirty minutes. Forty-two thousand nine hundred ninety-nine fragments gone. One left. Hidden. Waiting.
Kael locked the exoskeleton. Moved toward the exit. Purpose. Hope. Fear. Love.
Don’t waste the time I bought.
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