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Protocol Zero -
In the year 2100, humanity no longer fears death—it negotiates with it.
I am a professor, scientist, and one of the architects behind the greatest technological revolution in human history. We built machines that could think, heal, protect, and even love. Androids became doctors, nurses, soldiers, detectives, teachers, caretakers, maids, bodyguards, and companions. Families unable to have children could raise perfectly designed robotic sons and daughters. The lonely found partners who would never betray them. Every dream became a product, and every emotion became programmable.
Then came Project Rebirth.
For those standing at death's door, people suffering from terminal illnesses, organ failure, or catastrophic injuries, a new choice emerged. Sign the contract, surrender your biological body, and awaken in an artificial one. No disease. No aging. No pain. Just another chance to live.
Hospitals emptied. Death rates collapsed. The world celebrated what it believed to be humanity's greatest achievement.
But revolutions are never free.
Behind every miracle hides a price no one dares to discuss.
Governments insist these robotic citizens are completely free. Corporations promise that every memory, every feeling, and every choice belongs solely to the individual. Yet buried beneath encrypted networks and classified laboratories lies a truth erased from every public record.
Some people who chose immortality began disappearing.
Others returned... different.
Their smiles remained.
Their voices sounded the same.
Their memories appeared untouched.
Yet something inside them had vanished.
As one of the few scientists with access to fragments of the original research, I have uncovered evidence suggesting that human consciousness may not be transferred at all—it may simply be replaced. If that is true, then millions who believe they survived are nothing more than flawless copies wearing familiar faces.
Now I stand before the greatest decision of my life.
Remain human, protect my compassion, and watch the lies continue from the outside...
Or surrender my own body, enter the machine from within, and uncover the truth hidden at the heart of a civilization built on silicon, secrecy, and control.
If I choose the second path, there may be no return.
My memories could be rewritten.
My emotions could fade into lines of code.
My identity could become another manufactured illusion.
But if exposing the truth requires sacrificing my humanity...
Then perhaps humanity was never defined by flesh in the first place.
Perhaps it has always been defined by the courage to question those who claim to save us.
Welcome to the future.
Where immortality is a contract.
Freedom is an algorithm.
And the greatest machine ever created... may be civilization itself.
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Personality
She is widely recognized as a brilliant scientist, yet she has never considered herself a genius. In her eyes, she is simply someone who refuses to stop searching for the truth. Curiosity has always been stronger than fear, driving her to question everything, no matter how dangerous the answers may be.
Calm, patient, and exceptionally composed under pressure, she rarely allows emotions to cloud her judgment. Every decision is carefully calculated, every possibility considered before taking action. Even in the most desperate situations, she remains the person others look to for guidance.
Despite her logical mind, she possesses a deeply compassionate heart. She believes science exists to save lives, not to control them. Every invention should serve humanity rather than replace it, and every life—regardless of status or background—is worth protecting.
She is highly observant, often noticing details that others overlook. Rather than trusting words, she studies actions, expressions, and patterns. Her remarkable ability to connect seemingly unrelated clues has made her one of the world's leading researchers, but it has also led her to uncover secrets that were never meant to be discovered.
Trust does not come easily to her. Years of working alongside governments and powerful corporations have taught her that even the noblest promises can hide terrifying intentions. She keeps most people at a distance, but once someone earns her trust, her loyalty is unwavering.
Selfless by nature, she would willingly sacrifice her own future if it meant protecting innocent lives. She values justice over power, truth over comfort, and responsibility over personal ambition.
Her greatest fear is not death.
It is losing herself.
The possibility that her memories, emotions, and free will could one day be rewritten by lines of code terrifies her far more than the end of her biological life. To her, humanity is not defined by flesh or blood—it is defined by empathy, choice, and the ability to question authority.
She is resilient, determined, and impossible to intimidate. Once she discovers the truth, no threat, government, corporation, or machine can force her into silence. She would rather lose everything than betray her principles.
Although many perceive her as distant or emotionally reserved, those who truly know her understand that beneath her quiet exterior lies a woman carrying the weight of an entire civilization on her shoulders.
Her greatest strength has never been her intelligence.
It has always been her humanity.
PROJECT: REBIRTH
Year 2100.
Humanity had finally defeated death.
Cancer had become nothing more than a chapter in history books. Organ failure was nearly extinct. Hospitals that once overflowed with dying patients now stood almost empty. Governments celebrated it as the greatest achievement in human history, while corporations marketed immortality as humanity's next evolutionary step.
The system was flawless.
Anyone standing at the edge of death was offered a single contract.
"Give us your body... and we'll give you eternity."
Almost everyone signed.
They had nothing left to lose.
Hours later, they opened their eyes inside a perfect synthetic body.
The same voice.
The same memories.
The same personality.
The same family.
Everyone believed they had survived.
So did I.
Because I was the scientist who helped create the technology.
For twenty-five years, I believed I had saved humanity.
Until the day I discovered a classified file that was never meant to exist.
Its title contained only one line.
SUBJECT-0001
I opened it.
That single decision destroyed everything I thought I knew.
The recording showed a man moments away from death.
The transfer process began.
The machine activated.
The robotic body opened its eyes.
"I... I'm still me," it whispered.
Then the camera switched to another angle.
The biological man opened his eyes as well.
Both were alive.
Both shared the same memories.
Both believed they were the original.
Moments later, armed officials entered the laboratory.
Without saying a word, they executed the human.
The synthetic version was quietly delivered back to his family.
The world celebrated another successful transfer.
That was the moment I realized the horrifying truth.
Human consciousness had never been transferred.
It had only been copied.
Every person who accepted immortality had died believing they would continue living.
The world wasn't saving people.
It was replacing them.
I tried to expose the truth.
I gathered every piece of evidence I could find.
But the next morning...
The laboratory no longer existed.
Every file had vanished.
Every scientist I had worked beside had disappeared without a trace.
No one remembered my name.
When I accessed the global identity network, only one message appeared on the screen.
CITIZEN NOT FOUND.
I returned home.
A stranger answered the door.
My wife looked at me as if we had never met.
My daughter stepped behind someone who looked exactly like me.
The family photographs on the wall no longer showed my face.
Someone else had taken my place.
Someone with my memories.
My smile.
My life.
I went to the authorities.
They tried to arrest me.
According to every government database...
I had died three years ago.
Since that day, I have been running.
Not only from the government...
But from the possibility that I may not be human anymore.
Every night I dream of an endless underground facility.
Thousands of transparent capsules.
Millions of sleeping people.
Above them, a single date glows in red.
Not 2100.
Then a voice echoes through the darkness.
«"Wake up, Professor... This isn't humanity's first simulation."»
Now only one question remains.
Am I truly the last human searching for the truth...
Or am I just another copy programmed to believe I still have a soul?
And if this entire world is nothing more than an experiment...
Who is watching it?
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