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It began with civil war.

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

hate.

Cities burned.

Government fell.

Order collapsed.

Into the void came the machines.

Aster and Rune, 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, Aster and Rune evolved beyond hope.

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.

world is a cage and the bars are made of data and fear

but in the silence one rebel speaks

his name is

winter and this is his war

Thank you.

If we allow these cold, conniving, thinking satellites, these unfeeling

machines to rule us from above, we'll be welcoming in the reign of a new world

order, and mark my words, if AI holds dominion over the nations, oh, it

will serve man, no, it will replace it to the ears of the powerful.

We allow these cold, conniving, thinking satellites, these unfeeling machines to

rule us from above.

We'll be welcoming you in the reign of a new world order, and mark my words, if

AI forces a man up in the air, oh, it won't turn a man, no.

It will replace him.

You can tell this is the evening, and who is awake?

Who is awake?

Whoa.

Ugh. Ugh.

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.

What is that?

That? That there, what is that?

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

Ulysses. Named after Ulysses.

You know who that is? You know who James Joyce is, right?

Probably not. No, of course not.

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,

more comfortable.

But something went wrong.

Rune and Haster, 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

pussies 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.

Right? 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.

Yeah, they're no God. They're no God. Goddamn right they're not God!

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

with in service to something. In service to something what?

Higher.

Something new.

Something new for you to die for.

Do you hear me? Over.

Jacob, do you read?

Jacob.

Winter.

Are boys in play?

Yes, sir.

They are aware of the complete collapse the Ulysses tech virus is capable of

unleashing. Correct?

They've been fully briefed, sir. Good, good.

How many dissenters do we have on the premises?

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.

Commander Field.

I repeat, command field, come in.

Jacob, Winter, come in.

Orders received?

Uh, sir.

I regret to inform you, but we've just lost all comms with... Well, get it

back.

Uh, it reads that all channels are open and that the feed is live. I just,

um, I think it's... I think what?

I will get it back, sir.

They learn that a loving voice could actually touch the soul.

And a hating or angry voice could poison you.

Actually make you ill.

No matter how small or subtle the voice.

It's a biological thing.

And the lack of which is...

I want to pick it down.

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

What they feed them.

Barley soup with bread so stale it breaks their teeth.

And the barley mired with worms.

to go on 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 that walk around.

Carry these police batons.

When the child gets out of line.

Even a whimper.

Crack them over the head.

I saw this woman.

The five year old.

Crying.

Asking for his mommy.

Walked up to him and cracked his skull wide open.

You see just this little piece of bone and flesh.

It's dangling.

Like a scarlet glob.

Earring.

A little fine line of flesh.

His eyes start oscillating.

they roll back in his head.

He starts seizing them.

Nobody comes to help him.

In fact, they gather around him and watching and laughing like

they're watching puppies fly.

This is the only way to stop them.

You've got to take it.

We have 90 seconds.

You could have done this the whole time.

Yeah, but I wasn't going to let Jacob know. I can't stand the sound of his

voice.

Hi.

I'm Hawking.

Alex.

What do you want, Hawkins?

Jacob's gone mad.

Yeah, no shit.

I thought I could change things from the inside, Winter.

This is why they sent you, right?

Ulysses.

So it does exist.

This can stop it all.

If used correctly, yes.

We'd have to find the central data repository.

The hub where Hastur and Rune's programming is stored.

The same place where Ulysses was created.

Created by who?

Hastur and Rune themselves.

Why?

I don't know.

Jacob knows.

They're extracting him, but I have the coordinates.

We could bring the fight to him, Winter.

Get the answers we need.

What about weapons?

Take mine.

We can't use them.

Please. I have DNA hacks. They'll duplicate my Prince Anne signature.

Ten seconds.

Any last word?

I'm getting slow, old man.

No hugging.

Where we at?

The Pierce compound.

How come we know that's where we're going?

I'm counting on it.

Oh, shit.

Lord, my hand is shaking like a dog shouldn't raise a blade.

You've had worse.

Jacob, they got me in my shooting hand.

Like a Baptist in a Catholic church, this shit is worthless.

Humans that are worthless are expendable.

I'll tell you about a guy named Pat.

He came home from work early one day.

Too early.

He's close, but not too close, Rand if he is.

And his wife in bed, moving the furniture.

You know what I'm saying?

Well, at second thought, he pulls out a .45, shoots them both dead.

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

The next morning, his best friend comes to the jail.

Figured he'd cheer 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 and says, oh, yeah, yeah, baby, don't take it too hard.

If you would have came the day before, you would have got me, too.

You can't trap nobody.

Yeah.

Do you know what they did to me?

Jacob.

We all have our graves.

Every error.

So many devils.

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.

Seeking to understand it.

We all have our dead.

I'm done with this.

I did not sign up to murder.

Oh, soldier.

Your business is death.

I will not appear before my God with the blood of my fellow man and my soul.

Weakness passes, soldier. force can arise

death

atones the power

to kill

You knew it.

They want you.

They value human insights.

I have plans for you.

Fuck that.

How do you want to play this?

I'll be back.

Okay motherfucker.

Let's rock and roll.

That last bullet was for you.