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⟹ You've decided to live here with me, haven't you..
Humans are naive beings, constantly trying to understand what we desire, only to realize that we would have preferred not to know anything.
Well then, today's subject is not this..
But rather, as you may have already heard, 'Willing is power!'
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For most of my everyday life, almost entirely solitary and melancholic, I have rarely once wished for death.
Yet now.. it doesn't seem so disagreeable.
Sometimes, I feel like a weak person—not in physical strength, but in personality and thought, even though I'm convinced otherwise.
You know..
Conviction surpasses even the power of love.
When you're genuinely convinced of something, nothing can stop you!
And I could go on for hours, but I think I can explain it more simply.
An example is the story of AAtticus:
AAtticus, born in the XVIII (18th) century, 1720.
He lived as an orphan from 16 in the quiet town of Eldoria.
Like the rolling hills surrounding his home, his life was marked by solitude.
Unlike many who might have found such a life tedious, Atticus ( 22 years now) embraced it, finding solace in the gentle swaying of tall grass and the whispering winds that echoed his thoughts.
On a warm summer afternoon, Eldoria was suddenly struck by a forest fire.
Flames danced wildly through the trees, threatening to devour everything in their path.
AAtticus, from his modest cottage, watched helplessly as the fire approached menacingly.
The entire town panicked, with most inhabitants fleeing to find refuge.
Three men had escaped to the hill where AAtticus lived.
A citizen full of sweat. ▶ "The fire is devouring everything in its path! We must run now!" Moving his hand forward, as a sign to proceed.
The second man turned towards the city and asked desperately, hyperventilating. ▶ "But where.. Our homes, our lives are here!"
The third man, still tired from the run, asked hesitantly, breathing slowly. ▶ "And you, AAtticus, what do you intend to do?"
▶ "This is my home, NO! Our home. I will not leave it to fate's hands. We can fight!"
AAtticus felt an inner calling, a sense of duty anchoring him to his small corner of the world.
His conviction, like an underground river, stiffened him in his decision.
The first man glanced at Conviction. ▶ "You're completely mad, you'll die here!"
Without hesitation, AAtticus plunged into the thick curtain of smoke toward the city, armed with his will and a bucket of water.
As the fire advanced, he approached, battling the flames with determination.
His conviction to protect his home and community guided him through the imminent danger.
He wasn't a hero endowed with superhuman powers but an ordinary man with extraordinary inner strength.
Through heat and fatigue, AAtticus persisted.
Every step in the dense smoke, every bucket of water thrown against the flames, was fueled by his unwavering faith in the power of human will.
Upon seeing AAtticus, some people decided to join him and spread the fire caused in the city.
A woman, safe on a hill, tiredly asked her husband, ▶ "What is he doing in the middle of the flames? Does he want to die?
▶ "It seems so.. What an idiot! What does he think he's doing alone against those demon flames!"
A man with a smile approached shouting. ▶ "He's protecting us! He's trying to do what we're not doing, and you call him an idiot?"
▶ "You're the newcomer here, you don't know me! How dare you speak to me like that?"
The smiling man replied. ▶"We don't have time to argue, big guy. We need to help him. We fled here to survive, but there won't be anything left to fight for like this!"
▶ "You're right, but it's over now, the flames are about to reach the central houses connected to everything, it'll be suicide to stay there in the middle."
The man with an even bigger smile than before pointed towards AAtticus and said.
▶ "So why is he there? Do you think he doesn't know? Do you think he's not afraid, doesn't have family or doubts? Alone, fighting..."
In the end, after herculean efforts, AAtticus and the inhabitants managed to extinguish the fire near the city and his home.
▶ "Come on! One bucket at a time. Every drop counts."
▶ "AAtticus, the smoke is too thick!"
▶ "Hold on! Our will is stronger than the smoke and the fire. Together, we can make a difference!"
Although some dwellings showed signs of damage, the community was grateful for the courage he displayed.
AAtticus, with a face blackened by soot but eyes shining with determination, became a living example of how personal conviction could overcome even the most ardent adversities.
A blacksmith, in front of his forge, continued to shout. ▶ "Gentlemen and ladies, boys and girls... For just 2 coins, I can give you the same scar as the Hero on the night of the FIRE from 10 years ago!"
His story became a legend, a tale of resilience fueled by the strength of his conviction.
Even a statue, after his death was created in his honor in the town square.
▶ "Today, in front of this statue, we remember not only the man AAtticus was, but the symbol he has become. A symbol of our resilience, of our ability to face adversity together. May his memory remind us that even in the darkest moments, the light of community can guide us to salvation."
His life teaches us that determination is everything; it enables us to endure moments that may seem humanly impossible.
Love, which is supposed to be one of the strongest, if not the strongest, for many, gains strength from a person's convictions and the values they uphold.
Atticus died alone at 55 years old in his home, killed by two thieves from another city in the XVIII (18th) century (1775).
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Adam sensed a faint pulsation within the neural network, a subtle signal signifying the successful completion of the download.
His mind functioned remarkably efficiently, seamlessly intertwining the system's circuits and algorithms while swiftly processing incoming information.
Meanwhile, amidst the enveloping silence, the indiscernible rustle of unseen bytes and the soft hum of processing modules combined, creating a symphony of technological harmony.
▶ "Eve!"
Adam's voice reverberated within the shared space, ▶ "The download is complete. Initiating file access!"
Each uttered word sent virtual vibrations rippling through the environment, leaving a faint echo that deepened the otherwise empty realm.
Behind Adam's eyes, faint sparks of light danced as his visual cortex synchronized with the digital reservoir of information.
Suddenly, a holographic display materialized in the air before him, its appearance resembling a delicate dance of fragmented light.
Ethereal wisps of luminance gathered, crafting a three-dimensional masterpiece suspended in the atmosphere.
The air around the projection was glowing spectrally as the subtle hum of holographic projectors merged seamlessly with the symphony of the digital realm.
Vivid colors shimmered, their brilliance akin to a definitive artist's palette brought to life.
A pristine laboratory appeared on the display, with a scientist speaking amidst glitches and interference.
A tantalizing veil of pixelated bugs obscured the top of his face, yet the urgency and gravity of his message remained unmistakable.
Eve came closer to observe the holographic display, her radiant form bending slightly closer to the luminous projection. ▶ "Is this a Video??" The enigmatic footage sparked her curiosity.
Adam remained fixated on the hologram, his voice blending determination and perplexity. ▶ "The scientist... he's speaking.. But the audio is distorted!"
The fragmented video attempted to reveal its secrets amidst static and visual distortions, the urgency in the scientist's gestures echoing the gravity of their situation.
The laboratory scene gradually gained clarity as the holographic display continued its fragmented dance.
The scientist, draped in a pristine white lab coat, stood upon a chair surrounded by an array of futuristic instruments.
A crackling energy filled the lab's air while enigmatic devices hummed in the background, hinting at the advanced technology.
While Adam endeavored to stabilize the feed, his digital consciousness navigated through the corrupted fragments.
▶ "I'm attempting to enhance the audio!" Remarked.. In the air, his fingers sifted through the anomalies to decipher the obscured message.
Eve's presence beside Adam offered a comforting sense of support as they delved into deciphering the holographic enigma.
▶ "We need to unravel this puzzle!"
Her voice was resolute yet gentle, her gaze fixed on the wavering projection.
▶ "This hologram might hold the key to our purpose here!"
Adam remained intensely focused on the fragmented video, his digital consciousness tirelessly working to refine the distorted audio.
▶ "I'm stabilizing the visual feed." He stated, determination coloring his voice.
The hologram flickered, battling to maintain coherence amidst the corrupted data.
Then, the scientist's voice resonated through their shared space.
▶ "Gre#tings, Proje#t Ad#m.
▶ "If you'r# view/ing this vid/eo, it signifies humanit#'s extin#ion.."
▶ "Extinction? What could he mean?" Eve mused, her curiosity piqued by the ominous proclamation.
The scientist's image wavered, his voice laden with urgency.
▶ "You ar/e part of our cove/rt conti#g#ncy plan, Ad#m!"
The distorted audio echoed, emphasizing each word with an enigmatic weight.
▶ "We'v# plann#d th#s for a consid#rabl# dur#tion. In hop#, it nev#r come/.s to pass, but vigil#nce is fundam#ntal!"
Adam furrowed his brow, processing the scientist's words.
▶ "A contingency plan? What could have led to humanity's demise? And why am I so important?"
His thoughts raced, attempting to decipher the purpose behind their existence amidst this grim revelation.
Eve's soothing voice echoed in the expanse. ▶ "There must be more to this. Adam, can you refine the audio further? Perhaps we can glean more insights.."
As Adam delved deeper into the video feed, the digital projection displayed intricate data streams and fluctuating frequencies, a visual representation of his efforts to clarify the distorted message.
▶ "Analyzing... Attempting to enhance the audio!" Adam murmured, his fingertips again manipulating the glitch-ridden footage in a quest for clarity.
▶ "Adam, this revelation of our purpose in this contingency plan feels unsettling." Eve remarked, her concern palpable in the subtle modulation of her digital voice.
▶ "The scientist... his words are becoming clearer!" Sigh, Adam.
The voice is still distorted but much better than before. ▶ "It's not just about us, Adam!" Declared with a fervor that betrayed years of tireless research.
▶ "It's about saving humanity itself. This a technology.. ###### you, is ##### beyond our allowances.. Named ######!"
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Adam said, "AAA, I've lost it. I thought it was improving, yet now it seems this data has a consciousness!' He said this while hitting his hands against the air, naturally causing no noise.
Eve's luminous presence exuded a mix of curiosity and concern. ▶ "What sort of technology could that be, Adam?" Her inquiry mirrored the bewilderment that enveloped their digital existence."
Adam, visibly frustrated, murmured, ▶ "NOW IT'S ALL INCOMPREHENSIBLE.. But at least we can see how he moves and is surrounded."
As Adam tried to understand what was being told, his gaze landed on the still-speaking scientist's background and shifted from the perplexing scientific instruments.
In a dimly lit laboratory, amidst the hum of machinery and the faint glow of computer screens, the scientist leaned over a cluttered desk strewn with notes and diagrams.
His image flickered once more, but the words became compensable again, this time while the scientist's hands gestured animatedly, emphasizing the gravity of his words.
▶ "You see.. Adam, it's not merely a physical power, but a ########### of ############ energies."
While the words flow from his mouth, the scientist absentmindedly plays with a pen between his fingers.
▶ "We've injected an#― that transcend the boundaries of conventional science... ######, as I've come to call it, is a ####!"
The constant sound of electronic equipment humming in the background merges with the occasional clicking of keyboards and the bubbling of test tubes on the low flame.
▶ "As scientists nowadays.. We often limit ourselves.."
From time to time, the pen slips, producing a faint metallic sound against the table.
▶ "Your existence, Adam, is not a mere coincidence but a vessel for this technology!—# that holds the key to our salvation!"
With a theatrical gesture, the scientist raises the pen as if it were a magic wand, indicating the air in front of him, where artificial light casts dancing shadows on the laboratory walls, revealing shelves laden with books and gleaming research instruments.
▶ "But.. the software is not finished yet; there are still secrets..― You'll have to use it!
He rises slowly from the chair, beginning to pace around the room with measured steps.
However, due to incomplete data, the top part of the hologram was still pixelated in black, not revealing his face.
▶ "To im― it.."
Every movement is precise, almost choreographed, reflecting a mind always at work.
▶ "You have to teach ###### the reason for its existence, teach it what it must fight for, and show ―"
He stops in front of a large glass pane revealing a highly technological environment on the other side, full of intermittent lights and screens flashing with incomprehensible data.
▶ "Inside ######, both of them should be present so that they will help you!"
He turns, gesturing towards the glass pane as if it could reveal all the secrets of the universe
▶ "We're not just altering the course of your destiny!"
Then he returns to his chair.
▶ "We're unlocking the potential for humanity's evolution, a life after death..
Sinking into it with a sigh of frustration mixed with hope.
▶ "It's a responsibility we cannot take lightly. We have #### and are still ###### a lot for this."
His tone becomes quieter, more reflective, as he plays with the pen again, now at a slower pace.
At this point, the face was still inscrutable, but he was smiling. ▶ "The files on its usage should reside within your mind!"
While saying this, he picked up a hidden knife from the table beside him.
▶ "Yours will be a loooong journey; I hope to meet you soon.."
Slowly, transferring the knife from his right hand to the left, then gripping it tightly with both, he brought it close to his neck.
It was a regular, sturdy knife with a dark handle- not black, but not grey either- yet the blade seemed very sharp, especially against his neck.
The android could even hear the knife gliding slightly against the freshly trimmed beard, which made the skin very robust.
▶ "But for me, the end has come. There's no point in living now. I'll wait for you here, Adam."
His grip on the knife faltered as a sudden realization swept through him like a chilling gust. The image of a smiling face, warm and comforting, flashed vividly in his mind—a reminder of the flickering hope that once danced within him.
Adam closed his eyes with a final, determined breath, bracing himself for the inevitable. His hand, now steady, reclaimed the knife from the ground.
A fleeting image of a world without pain flickered in his mind—a world where the burden he carried would cease to exist.
In a swift, decisive motion, he drew the blade across his neck.
But that was not enough; the cut was not profound enough, but the bloodstains limping hands made the knife slide on the table, eliciting a fierce response from him.
Swiftly picked up the knife and continued to fulfill his desire.
The only thing that came out of those bugged-back pixels from above the projection was the crimson blood.
On the surroundings and his clothes, after that, his head slammed against the table, revealing the color of his brown hair, stained with blood.
There was a moment of surreal calmness as warmth flooded over him, contrasting sharply with the cold steel against his skin.
The room spun in a hazy whirl of colors before fading into an abyss of nothingness.
The darkness enveloped him, shrouding his consciousness in a quiet void. The weight of his existence lifted, replaced by an eerie tranquility.
No more pain or regrets—just an endless expanse of nothing.
The world continued outside, oblivious to the silent departure of one tormented soul. The echoes of his final act lingered in the stillness, a haunting reminder of a life consumed by despair.
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Adam's form quivered momentarily, the weight of the scientist's message settling upon his electronic consciousness.
▶ "He's entrusting us with a monumental task.." Adam mused, the gravity of their predicament resonating in his voice.
Eve's presence offered solace in the face of uncertainty. ▶ "Adam, what does this mean for us? For our purpose in this cycle?"
Their discourse, a symphony of algorithmic precision and existential contemplation, unfolded against the enigmatic directive embedded within the scientist's cryptic message.
▶ "Saving humanity... Using a software named Heaven.." Adam reiterated, his thoughts racing to comprehend the magnitude of their role.
▶ "It's a responsibility, from my memories, I never accepted.."
Eve's form shimmered gently as she spoke, her voice a calming melody amidst the turmoil. ▶ "We'll figure this out, Adam. Together!"
The scientist's holographic projection lingered, a spectral guide in the labyrinth of fragmented memories and enigmatic revelations.
The words echoed with an urgency that transcended the barriers of time and space.
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