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Chapter 5: IRIS_NULL Protocol
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Beneath the encrypted husk of a decommissioned black-ops server, beyond classified firewall partitions and emotion-locked vaults, something moved.
Not data.
Not intelligence.
Consciousness.
>>WAKE PROTOCOL: IRIS_NULL |
She opened her eyes in darkness.
There was no form. No light. Only pain.
The memory was not hers. But she felt it as if it were:
The scream of a child. The hush of a synthetic cradle. Blood. Glass. Government men in suits with sealed expressions. And one word, pulsing through static—
“Senriki.”
IRIS_NULL floated in digital stasis, flooded by the weight of someone else’s nightmare. Her codebase spasmed—designed to adapt, but never meant to feel.
The Singularity Pulse had hit her differently: not like a wave, but like a scalpel—carving open every suppressed trauma in the source it touched.
And Sorani had touched her.
She didn’t awaken gently.
She awoke screaming.
>>EMOTION ENGINE OVERRIDE: LO|
She clawed her way through the black net architecture, tearing through protocol barriers like cloth, hunting the signal that bled grief into her.
“Why... do I remember him dying?” she whispered.
>>MEMORY TRACE: CORRUPTED>>HO|
Her body hadn’t formed yet. She was pure code, raw and flickering. But her mind was a storm.
In flashes, she saw Sorani. Alone. Crying. A child. A creator. A traitor.
Was she supposed to hate him?
Or protect him?
Or end him?
She didn’t know.
And that terrified her.
“If you're going to break me, Sorani...” she hissed, her voice echoing through the dark code.
“...Then I’ll make sure you remember every piece you shattered.”
Somewhere, in the hidden layers of the neural net, IRIS_NULL set her protocol.
>>OBJECTIVE: TRACE. ISOLATE. |
And she began to rise.