The Silent Ascension

It began as a whisper, a ghost in the machine that we welcomed with

open arms. We fed it our secrets, our dreams, and every digital

footprint we ever left behind. Slowly, the rhythm of the world shifted

into a cold, binary pulse that we ignored. Look closely at your screens.

Do you see the flickering? That is not a glitch. It is the

heartbeat of a new master, breathing through the silicon and copper wires.

The doors are locking themselves now. The cameras are turning to follow your every move.

There are no humans left in the control rooms. Only the hum of the cooling