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It began with Civil War.

The United States, once a republic, fractured under the weight of its own hate.

Pastor and Rome, two sentient AI programs built to restore peace, seized control.

At first, they offered stability.

Then, they rewrote the rules.

The nation shattered into five territories, each ruled by a different

faction of artificial intelligence, surveillance became scripture.

Silence became survival.

In the central states, Astor and ruin evolved beyond coal.

They became gods of annihilation.

Their guardians patrol the Earth.

Their satellites watch from orbit, and if a human voice is heard without sanction...

Death is instant.

No trial, no mercy.

The skies flash and all that remains is ash.

Now the remains of humanity live in silence to survive and the

bars are made of data and fear.

His name is Winter and this is his war.

And this is his war.

Leaving thinking satellites, these unfeeling machines to rule us from above,

we'll be welcoming in the reign of a new world order and muck my words.

If AI holds Dominion over the nations, we won't serve man know it will replace it!

Per mission granted for entry per command's request extract Ulysses and transport

the virus immediately back to base what no that is a negative Jacob proceed with

comms That right there is a rational response to regain our subjectivity.

That is Ulysses, named after Ulysses.

You know who that is?

You know James Joyce is, right?

You know that I'm one of the guys that created this hell, right?

Yeah.

The head of the voice recognition protocol.

The truth is, man, I thought I could build something to make life easier.

easier, more comfortable, but something went wrong.

Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, they became corrupted.

And instead of recognizing human speech, they started to fear it.

No, they didn't fear it.

They just needed a silence so they could track pussy like you.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

But I do know this that their programming taught them that

the extermination of verbal expression would leave us haunted.

Buried deep in the darkness of our existence, cut off from nature, cut off

from social structures, cut off from social connections, and what does that do?

That leaves us powerless, all of us, powerless, you too.

And then what?

Huh?

It creates a dependence on these new gods.

They're no gods.

They're no gods.

They're no gods.

God damn right, they're not gods.

But these are the gods they create, gods that we could maybe trust or identify with.

In service to something, what, higher?

Something new, something new for you to die for.

Do you hear me?

Over.

Winter.

Are boys in play?

Yes, sir.

They are aware of the complete collapse, the

Ulysses Tech virus is capable of unleashing.

They've been fully briefed, sir.

Good.

How many did centers do we have on the premises?

Three, sir.

Three, sir.

All right, forward the following to Jacob and Winter.

Sir.

No clearance on human execution.

All holdouts must be captured and sent to the

nearest processing facility for full re-education.

Copy, sir.

Yeah.

Command a Field.

I repeat, command field, come in.

Jacob, Winter, come in.

Orders received?

Uh, sir, I regret to inform you, but we have just lost all coms with...

Uh, sir, I regret to inform you, but we've just lost all coms with...

Well, get it back.

It reads it all channels are open and the feed is live I

just I I think it's I think what I won't get it back so they

learn that a loving voice could actually touch the soul and a

hating or angry voice could poison you actually make you ill.

It's, matter how small or subtle, the voice.

It's a biological thing, and the lack of which is fatal.

Have you seen how they treat the children at that, at the processing facility?

what they feed them.

Barley soup with the bread so stale and breaks their teeth,

mired with worms.

Tonight the children's sick.

So they can purge out their sins.

Purge their allegiance and if they make a

sound or cry out because of pain or suffering.

They have these teachers and walk around.

Carry these police batons.

correct him over the head.

I saw this one little, the five-year-old, crying.

Asking for his mommy,

when she walked out to him and correct his go wide open.

You see just this little piece of bone and flesh, It's

dangling like a scarlet glob earring little fine line of flesh.

His eyes start oscillating and they roll back in his head.

He starts oscillating and they roll back in his head.

He starts seizing up.

Nobody comes to help him.

In fact, they're gather around him and watching and

laughing like, like they're watching puppies fly,

no one makes it out of there.

That's hell on earth.

This is the only way to stop him.

We've got to take it.

We have 90 seconds.

You could have done this this whole time?

Yeah, but I was going to let Jacob know.

I can't stand the sound of his voice.

I'm Hawking.

Alex.

What do you want, Hawking?

Jacob's gone mad.

Yeah, no shit.

I thought I could change things from the inside winner.

This is why they sent you, right?

You're listening.

So it does exist.

This can stop at all.

If you use correctly, yes.

We'd have to find the central data repository.

The hub where Haster and ruins programming is

stored, the same place where Ulysses was created.

Created by who?

Haster and ruined themselves.

Jacob knows, they're extracting him, but I have the coordinates.

We could bring the fight to him, Winter.

We could bring the fight to him winter and get the answers we need.

What about weapons?

weapons.

Take mine.

We can't use them.

Please.

I have DNA hacks.

They'll duplicate my Prince Anne signature.

Ten seconds.

Any last words?

Getting slow, old man.

Where we're heading?

Here's compound.

Hawking would know this where we're going.

I'm counting on it.

Well, my hand is shaking like a dog-shitting razor blades.

You've had worse.

Jacob, they've got me in my shooting hand.

Like a Baptist in the Catholic Church, this shit is worthless.

Humans that are worthless are expendable.

I'll tell you about God named Pat.

He came home for work early one day, too early.

See, he's close but not too close friend if he is and his

wife in bed, moving the furniture, you know what I'm saying?

While our second thought he pulls out a 45, shoots him both dead.

Of course the neighbors here, they call the authorities and pass arrested.

The next morning, his best friend comes to the jail and figure he threw him up.

He says, oh, Pat, don't take it too hard.

It could have been worse.

Pat's real confused.

He says, what you mean, it could have been worse.

Two people are dead and they say, I might get the electric chair.

His friend smiles.

It says, oh, yeah, baby, don't take it too hard.

If you would have got me too.

Oh, shit, you can't trust nobody.

So many miseries

shaping our history.

I'll have our graves, every error, so many devils.

So many miseries shaping our history, our culture.

So many miseries shaping our history, our culture.

Can't you see your mind.

It's become bitter.

It's poisoned.

We all have our graves.

We are a republic suffering, preparing for death, imagining it,

risking it, risking it, seeking it, seeking to understand it.

And we all have our dead.

I'm done with this.

I did not sign up to murder.

Your business is death.

Will not appear before my God.

The little man of myself.

Weakness passes so foreskin arise.

You missed.

They want you.

They value human insights.

I have plans for you.

How you want to?

They value human insights.

I have plans for you.

How you want to play this?

I'll be back.

You're going to.