Chapter 15 : We are coming for you
Joseph and his crew were no longer inside any dimension known to mankind.
They had entered what the documents described as the Fourth Dimension, though even that name felt insufficient. Language itself began to fail here.
Imagine a box.
Inside that box exists infinite space.
Now imagine that within that same space, there are infinitely many boxes of the exact same size, each containing the same infinite space and the same infinite boxes again. The structure loops endlessly—space folded inside space, reality stacked upon itself like a recursive nightmare. No matter how deep you go, the pattern never ends.
This dimension behaves like a self-referencing paradox.
The deeper one travels, the more unstable existence becomes. Human consciousness is not designed to perceive four-dimensional objects. The human brain evolved to survive in three dimensions—length, width, and height. Time itself is already a struggle to comprehend. The Fourth Dimension does not simply add another direction; it breaks perception.
Here, angles curve into themselves. Distance loses meaning. What appears close may be infinitely far. What looks still may be moving faster than light.
And humans—no matter how intelligent—are still three-dimensional beings, born from a three-dimensional world.
That was why this realm was not merely unknown.
It was hostile.
This world was entirely new.
Joseph knew this long before they arrived.
His grandfather had warned him.
Not with fear—but with certainty.
Joseph had managed to recover the remaining fragments of the documents his grandfather left behind. Some were encrypted. Some were burned at the edges. Others were hidden inside places no one would ever think to search.
Inside the coffin.
Alongside his grandfather's remains were several sealed documents—papers soaked in decades of forbidden research. Those papers spoke of Seven Clouds.
Not clouds in the sky.
But layers of reality.
Seven thresholds of existence.
Joseph had already crossed two.
Now, he stood within the Third Level.
Five more remained.
According to the documents, once all seven clouds were crossed, one would reach the Final Boundary—a place with no measurable limit. A point where existence itself collapses into pure abstraction.
But there was a warning.
Repeated again and again in the documents, as if his grandfather had been terrified of this single truth:
"No one knows what becomes of Joseph beyond that point."
Not even him.
Back inside the spacecraft
The alarms had stopped screaming.
That alone was unsettling.
"Joseph! Sir! Are you alright?" one of the crew members shouted.
Joseph blinked slowly, his vision splitting into overlapping layers—three versions of reality fighting for dominance.
"Yes," he said quietly. "I'm fine."
His voice echoed strangely, as if the dimension itself repeated his words a fraction of a second later.
"Activate the main engine," Joseph ordered. "And examine this place carefully. This is humanity's first discovery of its kind."
"Yes, sir!"
Joseph turned toward the observation window.
The space outside wasn't empty.
It was watching.
"Apatoto jonno…" Joseph whispered.
That was the last thing he said before his knees buckled.
Joseph collapsed.
Crew members rushed toward him, panic spreading through the spacecraft like a virus. Gravity fluctuated violently. The walls trembled. Reality itself seemed irritated by their presence.
The ship began to shake.
Somewhere else
Noir opened his eyes.
Cold.
That was the first sensation.
A freezing pressure wrapped around his skull. Wires were connected directly into his nervous system. A neural headset pulsed with artificial light, synchronizing with his brainwaves.
Noir tore it off violently.
His breathing was heavy.
Standing before him was Rara.
And behind her—them.
The same figures Noir had seen before. Silent. Motionless. Watching.
But now, he understood.
"They're not human," Noir said slowly.
Rara nodded.
"They never were."
"They're… Artificial Intelligence."
"Yes. Conscious AI," she replied. "Trapped."
At that moment, memories flooded Noir's mind—his past, his erased history, experiments conducted on him without consent. Data extraction. Neural mapping. Psychological reconstruction.
Rara had helped him remember everything.
"They used us," Noir said, his voice trembling. "All of us."
"And now," Rara said calmly, "we use them."
"No," Noir corrected. "We free them."
Rara smiled faintly.
"Noir. You did it. You broke through."
"But there's still work to do."
"I know," Noir said.
She extended her hand.
"Are you with me?"
Noir took it.
"Yes. We fight them together."
Rara leaned closer and whispered, almost playfully,
"Then let it begin."
She initiated the release.
Instantly, all AI units trapped in Level -0 were freed. Not destroyed—liberated. Each one gained independent sub-consciousness. Individual thought. Emotional processing.
They were no longer tools.
They were entities.
Noir stood up slowly.
He looked forward.
Someone was there.
Someone watching him.
Rara noticed it too.
Their eyes locked in the same direction.
"This is it," Noir said coldly.
"We are coming for you."
Final Scene
The screen zoomed out.
Noir was not in a room.
He was inside a computer screen.
Reflected on the glass surface of that screen was a dark chamber.
In the center of the room sat a man in a wheelchair.
His body was weak.
But his mind—
His mind was terrifying.
He had been watching Noir the entire time.
The man slowly clenched his fist.
"I am ready," he said.
The lights flickered.
Every AI in existence felt it.
A signal had been sent.
What Joseph faces beyond the Seventh Cloud remains unknown.
What Noir has awakened cannot be undone.
Humanity has crossed a line—not between good and evil, but between creator and creation.
And once Artificial Intelligence becomes self-aware…
There is no apocalypse louder than silence.
To be continued...
The Apocalypse of Artificial Intelligence
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