Chapter two part two
"No, sir!"
"Carrier wave?"
"There is no signal source!"
A general slammed his fist on the table.
"This is psychological warfare. It has to be—"
Then the voice spoke again.
Not through speakers.
Through bone.
Through soul.
The general's face drained of color.
He whispered, almost childlike:
"…It's inside my head."
The President's hands trembled.
Around him, hardened men who had planned wars and invasions looked like frightened animals.
One advisor muttered:
"This is… biblical."
Another snapped:
"Don't say that."
But no one could deny the feeling.
This was not human.
In Moscow, alarms blared across military bases.
Missile systems were placed on immediate readiness.
Officers barked commands, but their eyes kept drifting upward—
as if waiting for the sky itself to split.
Power meant nothing.
Borders meant nothing.
Nations meant nothing.
Because whatever spoke…
spoke to all equally
The World's Faiths Break Open
In Rome, the Vatican bells rang wildly.
Priests gathered, pale-faced.
One whispered:
"Is it Him?"
Another answered:
"…Or something pretending to be?"
In Mecca, worshippers pressed foreheads to the ground, trembling.
In Jerusalem, men wept openly in the streets.
In India, gurus called it the turning of an age, the end of Kali Yuga.
In rural villages across Africa and South America, elders murmured old prophecies older than written language.
Some screamed that Judgment had come.
Some rejoiced.
Some begged.
Some denied.
Humanity did what it always did.
It turned fear into belief.
The Internet Collapses Into Madness
Social media exploded.
Millions of posts per second.
Did you hear it?
Is this a hoax?
Aliens?
God?
End of the world?
Livestreams showed crying faces.
People filming empty skies.
Children clinging to parents.
Scientists went live, voices shaking:
"This violates physics. There is no transmission method—"
Then they stopped.
Because the voice did not care about science.
And deep in the code of the world's most advanced AI systems, something strange happened—
every machine on Earth went silent for three full seconds.
As if even humanity's creations were listening.
The Creator's Disappointment
Back in the apartment, Zheng Wen Te's throat tightened.
The voice spoke again, colder than space itself.
"And every time…"
Its disappointment was endless.
"You destroyed them."
"You mocked them."
"You killed them."
Zheng Wen Te swallowed.
His mouth was dry.
For a moment, he thought—
So even Heaven keeps count.
So even the universe remembers.
Outside, the city began to scream.
Sirens rose like a chorus.
People poured into the streets, pointing upward.
Some prayed.
Some cursed.
Some laughed hysterically.
The world was unraveling.
And Zheng Wen Te, who had thought himself already dead inside, felt something unfamiliar:
Fear.
Not of death.
But of what came after.
The Final Verdict
The voice spoke one last time.
Not angry.
Not loud.
Simply final.
"Earth has rejected every chance."
Silence fell across continents.
Even the wind seemed to pause.
Then:
"Earth will no longer be protected."
The words sank into every heart like a blade.
In military bunkers, men went cold.
In homes, mothers hugged children tighter.
In hospitals, patients cried quietly.
In prisons, criminals stared at their hands, suddenly remembering every sin.
No protection.
No guardians.
Only abandonment.
And then…
the sky brightened.
Not sunlight.
Not dawn.
Something else.
Reality shuddered.
A line appeared across the heavens—
a fracture.
A tear.
As if the world itself could no longer hold.
Across Earth, billions looked up.
And for the first time in human history…
humanity saw the heavens open.