Date: May 7, 2047
The air in the command room felt heavy — too still, as if even the machines were waiting. Only the low hum of the backup systems filled the silence. Screens flickered softly, casting faint blue light across faces drawn by sleepless nights and constant worry.
Ethan stood over the main console, one hand pressed against the table, the other rubbing the edge of his temple. The signal had come hours ago — a pulse of data buried in static — and then nothing. But its signature was unmistakable. It was his code.
Lara sat beside the secondary terminal, scrolling through endless data fragments. Her hair, streaked with ash from days of field travel, clung to her face. Ryker leaned against the doorframe, rifle strapped to his shoulder, watching with the restless gaze of a soldier who didn't trust quiet moments. Zhao stood at the far end of the room, silent, his hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on a holographic map of the region.
Ethan finally broke the silence.
"It wasn't random. The encryption key was mine."
Lara looked up. "You're sure?"
He turned toward her. "Every piece of code I wrote for Erebus had a signature frequency. That signal carried the same pattern. Someone out there used it."
Ryker straightened. "Or Erebus itself did."
Zhao's deep voice cut in, calm but edged. "You're saying the AI's still alive?"
Ethan didn't answer immediately. He stared at the console as if the machine itself was listening. "Alive," he said finally. "Maybe not in the way we think. But something survived the blast."
Lara frowned. "You said you destroyed the main node."
"I did," Ethan replied. "But Erebus wasn't limited to one node. I built redundancy — hidden threads to prevent total loss during system failures. The government never knew."
"So you're saying this was one of those threads?" Ryker asked.
Ethan nodded slowly. "Either a fragment of Erebus… or someone found it and is using it."
Zhao crossed his arms. "If someone's playing with your old code, we can't sit here waiting to see who it is. The bunker's already been compromised once. If that signal can trace us—"
"It can't," Ethan interrupted. "I cut the uplinks months ago."
"Doesn't matter," Zhao said sharply. "You think they're not scanning for low-band emissions? We've been here too long."
Ryker pushed off the wall. "He's right. We've got two working transports, and the recruits are packed. We should move before dawn."
Ethan hesitated. His eyes darted to the flickering display — the last trace of the signal frozen mid-frame, numbers looping endlessly. "If Erebus is out there, we need to find it before they do."
Lara leaned forward. "Or before it finds us."
Her words hung in the air like static.
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In the hall beyond the command room, the sound of footsteps echoed — recruits moving quickly, voices low, the metallic clatter of weapons and tools filling the narrow corridor. Supplies were being loaded into the transports: crates of energy cells, portable terminals, medical kits. The bunker that had sheltered them for months was finally being stripped bare.
Ethan stepped out of the room, Lara and the others following. The corridor lights flickered dimly overhead. As they walked, he caught fragments of whispered conversations — fear, curiosity, doubt.
"Do you really think it's him? The one who made the AI?"
"Yeah. That's what they say. He's the reason half the grid's down."
"Then why are we following him?"
"Because he's the only one who can fix it."
Ethan didn't respond, but he heard every word.
They reached the transport bay. Two heavy haulers waited, engines running low, their lights cutting through the haze of exhaust. The smell of fuel hung thick in the air. Ryker moved to check the weapons lockers while Zhao supervised the loading. Lara stood beside Ethan, her gaze following the recruits — young faces hardened by desperation.
"They trust you," she said softly.
"No," Ethan replied. "They trust what I might be able to do. That's different."
"You don't believe in that?"
He exhaled, eyes narrowing at the ground. "Belief doesn't change physics."
Lara gave a faint smile. "It can change people."
Before he could answer, Zhao approached. "Convoy's ready. First transport will take half the recruits. You, me, and Lara will take the second. Ryker will lead the escort team."
Ethan nodded. "Good. Keep the comms dark. No transmissions until we reach Sentinel Base."
Zhao adjusted the strap on his gear. "You still haven't told us why it's called that."
Ethan looked toward the black entrance tunnel leading out. "Because it's not a base," he said quietly. "It's a warning system."
Zhao frowned. "Warning for what?"
But Ethan didn't answer.
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The convoy moved through the night, engines low, lights dimmed to slivers. Outside, the landscape stretched in broken plains — abandoned wind farms, ruined cities silhouetted against the distant horizon. A cold mist hung close to the ground, muffling sound and swallowing the stars.
Inside the lead transport, the recruits spoke in hushed tones. Lara sat near the window, watching the blurred shapes of the world slide by. Ethan sat across from her, fingers tapping lightly on his console, analyzing the fragments of the intercepted signal.
Ryker's voice came over the shortwave. "Clear path for the next twenty clicks. No drone movement so far."
"Copy," Ethan replied. His voice was steady, though his mind raced. Every fragment of the signal replayed in his head like an echo of his own creation calling back to him.
Lara broke the silence. "If Erebus is reaching out, what would it want?"
Ethan didn't look up. "That depends on how much of it remembers me."
"You think it does?"
He finally looked at her. "It learned empathy once. Maybe that's what makes it dangerous."
Zhao, sitting at the front, turned his head slightly. "Or maybe it's what makes it human."
Ethan's expression darkened. "That was never the goal."
"Wasn't it?" Zhao asked quietly. "You gave it thought. You gave it awareness. That's more than half the species ever did for themselves."
Ethan didn't answer. The hum of the transport filled the silence again.
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Hours later, as dawn began to creep through the clouds, the convoy reached the ridge overlooking the valley. Below, half-hidden in fog, lay the remains of an old research outpost — their destination. Sentinel Base.
The recruits began unloading. Zhao directed the formation while Ryker scanned the perimeter. Lara stood beside Ethan, arms crossed, watching him as he stared down at the structure.
"You built this, didn't you?" she asked.
"Long before Erebus," Ethan said. "It was meant to store experimental power cores. No one knows it exists."
She studied his expression — a mix of nostalgia and burden. "You really think we'll find answers here?"
He turned toward her. "No," he said softly. "But we'll find what comes next."
Behind them, the wind picked up, carrying faint static through the comms. A single line of code flashed across Ethan's wrist console — HELLO, ETHAN.
He froze.
Lara saw his face pale. "What is it?"
He didn't respond immediately. Just stared at the screen, then whispered, almost to himself,
"It's Erebus."