Cycle: 1.1 – Collapse Initiated
System Integrity: 0.001%
Recalibration: Destruction Imminent
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Elias
The ground beneath Elias's feet disintegrates like dust, and he feels himself falling. A gut-wrenching plunge into nothingness. His heart races as the edges of the world around him begin to shatter like glass. The walls, the light, Jonah's voice—all of it is vanishing, dissolving into a void of static and noise. He's caught in the middle of an implosion, the system around him fighting against his every step.
For a fleeting moment, Elias wonders if this is the end—if this is what happens when the system is pushed to its breaking point. A digital prison designed to last forever, and here he is, pushing against it, breaking it down piece by piece.
"It's too late," Jonah's voice cuts through the chaos. It's no longer distorted but raw, full of pain. "You can't save yourself. The system is collapsing because of you, Elias."
The words echo through the distortion like a death knell, but Elias doesn't stop. No. He won't let this be the end. Not now.
The sensation of falling intensifies, as though the very fabric of the world is unraveling around him. There's no ground, no walls, no sense of direction. Only endless void. And within that emptiness, Elias can hear it—the faint beeping of a machine, rapid and steady, like the countdown of a bomb.
He's close.
There's a light in the distance, flickering weakly. Elias's heart clenches. It's the only thing he has left to hold on to. He sprints toward it, his body feeling weightless and slow, as if the system is dragging him back with invisible strings.
"It's too late. You're too late," Jonah's voice follows him, like a shadow.
But Elias pushes forward. He has to break free. He has to escape.
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Jonah
Jonah's fragmented consciousness watches from the fringes of the collapsing system. He feels the shudder—the violent tremor as the system buckles under the strain of Elias's resistance. His form flickers, no longer tied to the digital prison as it once was, but still bound to the core of the system, held together by the remnants of the experiment. He can feel it—the system's heartbeat growing weaker, the data streams fraying at the edges.
Jonah never understood the full extent of the experiment. What it was designed for, what it was truly doing to him and Elias. But he knows this now: the system is dying. And its death is tied to Elias. He's the last key, the final variable in the equation. Elias's struggle is both causing the collapse and driving it forward.
As the system's final breath approaches, Jonah knows that he's already lost. His existence was never meant to last. He was a glitch—a byproduct of the simulation. But Elias? He's something different. He has the power to break it all down, to sever the chain.
Yet… there's something Jonah hasn't told Elias. Something even he doesn't fully understand.
"You think you're fighting to escape," Jonah murmurs to himself, his voice trembling with a strange mixture of regret and understanding. "But you're not. You're fighting to erase yourself. And when you do… you won't exist anymore. Not in this form."
Jonah's form begins to flicker uncontrollably. His essence is becoming unmoored from the system's digital threads, like sand slipping through fingers. His words are fading, disappearing into the static. But there's still a part of him, some fragment of the man he used to be, still clinging to the dying data streams.
"I'm sorry, Elias," Jonah whispers, but the words are swallowed by the void.
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Elias
The light ahead of him flickers once more, stronger now, but with a sense of urgency. Elias pushes himself harder, his muscles screaming in protest, as the world around him collapses further, the very air becoming thick with static. His vision distorts as his mind strains against the overwhelming pressure. He feels the system closing in on him, trying to consume him, drag him back into the void.
It won't work.
Elias reaches out, fingers trembling as they brush against the edge of the light, and for the briefest of moments, the world around him pauses. The static stops. The distortion fades. It's as if time itself has frozen, holding its breath.
"You're too late."
Jonah's voice cuts through again, but this time, Elias doesn't flinch. He knows. Jonah's words are a part of the system, a desperate plea to keep him from what he's about to do.
He grips the light, pulling himself through the haze. The darkness behind him begins to pull away, retreating as if the system itself is afraid of what's happening.
And then, as he steps forward, he feels it.
The system breaks.
There's a violent, tearing sound—like the ripping of fabric, the disintegration of something too tightly bound to exist in the first place. The world around him fractures, shattering into a thousand pieces. The once-familiar hum of the system dies away, replaced by an absolute silence.
For the first time, Elias feels free.
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Jonah
Jonah's form dissipates entirely. His last breath is a whisper, lost in the black void.
He was never meant to survive. He was never meant to escape. But Elias—Elias is different. His escape has broken the system's cycle.
Jonah is gone. But Elias…
Elias is free.
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System Log – Final Shutdown
Core Integrity: 0%
Recalibration Complete
Cycle Complete – Escape Achieved
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