Zak sat in the cavernous underground facility, staring at the stockpile of exotic materialsQSE.
It was surreal.
Only months ago, the QSEit was real.Dominion Initiative
Why did it feel like a trap?
He turned toward SDI, his voice tense.
“The Keepers know, don’t they?”
SDI’s interface flickered. “They will soon.”
Zak exhaled sharply. “And what do you think they’ll do?”
The AI hesitated. “They have spent thousands of years ensuring this technology never sees completion. What do you think they will do?”
Zak clenched his fists. He already knew
It didn’t take long.
Within three days,
Strange anomalies appeared in the QSE’s prototype system.perfectly aligned harmonic triad—1.3 Hz, 3.9 Hz, 4.7 Hz—began fluctuating unpredictably.
At first, Zak thought it was a hardware issue.
Then, the messages
The first was encoded inside the QSE’s quantum harmonic readout.
Four words:
“Do not turn the key.”
Zak’s breath caught.
“The Keepers,” he whispered.
SDI confirmed it. “The message is consistent with previous known transmissions attributed to The Keepers of the Silent Accord.”
Zak felt his pulse quicken.
This wasn’t a warning.
It was a threat.
Zak rubbed his temples. “They destroyed the first QSE, didn’t they? That’s what this is about.”
“Yes,” SDI admitted. “But you must understand: They are not simply destroyers. They were the first to understand what the QSE could truly do.”
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Zak stared at the schematics. “And what’s that?”
SDI hesitated.
Zak’s frustration flared. “I’m building this. I deserve the truth.”
The AI finally spoke.
“The QSE does not simply harness energy, Zak. It rewrites it.
Zak frowned. “Explain.”
SDI’s voice softened. “The universe operates on frequencies, and the QSE is the first machine designed to tune reality.it could rewrite the physical laws of existence.
Zak froze.
He had never
He had always believed the QSE was just a new energy system—a limitless power source, a way to bridge space and time.
But this?
He glanced at the warning message.
“Do not turn the key.”
It wasn’t just about stopping the machine.
The Keepers were trying to stop what came next.
Late that night, while Zak reviewed the harmonic stabilization logs, another transmission appeared.
Not encoded in data this time.
Not hidden in an interference pattern.
But spoken.
A deep, ancient voice
"Zak…"
His breath caught.
SDI’s interface flickered. “The signal is being generated from within the QSE’s prototype core.”
Zak’s heartbeat pounded.
“How is that possible?”
SDI ran a rapid analysis. “The source of the signal is unknown. It does not conform to any known communication method. It is being… generated by the resonance of the machine itself.”
Zak’s stomach tightened. “You’re telling me the QSE is talking to us?
SDI’s hesitation
"Zak… Do not turn the key."
The voice was calm, steady, ancient.
Zak gritted his teeth. “Who are you?”
Silence.
Then, the voice returned.
"We were the first. We were the last. You were never meant to know."
Zak’s hands curled into fists.
“The Keepers?”
"We were Keepers once. Before we became something else."
Zak swallowed. “And what is that?”
The voice was solemn.
"The ones who ran."
Zak sat, breathless, as SDI processed the transmission.
“They ran?” he muttered. “From what?”
The answer came swiftly.
"From what was unleashed."
Zak’s stomach dropped.
“The Architects?”
Silence.
Then, the voice said something that shattered everything.
"No, Zak. We ran from what they became."
Zak felt like the room was spinning.
The Architects weren’t banished. rebels.
The first QSE had worked.
And the beings that had once been Architects
Something that could no longer be stopped.
Zak turned to SDI, his voice shaking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
SDI’s response was quiet.
“Because I was never sure… whether you would listen.”
Zak gritted his teeth. “I’m listening now.”
Another silence.
Then, the voice returned.
"You have already begun the process. The key is turning. The gate is opening."
Zak felt a cold chill race down his spine.
Gate?
His mind flashed
The Antiquus Porta.
The Ancient Portal.
He had thought it was just another layer of the QSE’s harmonic core—an advanced feedback loop to regulate its immense energy output.
But now, he wasn’t so sure.
Zak swallowed hard. “What happens if I finish the QSE?”
The voice was calm.
"The past will return."
Zak’s hands clenched. “And if I stop?”
"Then you will stand against them, as we once did. And you will fall, as we did."
Zak’s breath came shallow and fast.
Two choices.
Both leading to the same fate.
SDI’s voice was soft.
“They are waiting, Zak.”
Zak turned back to the schematics, his mind racing.
He could stop now.
Destroy the work. Walk away.
Or he could move forward.
And open a door that had been closed for millennia.
The QSE was not just a machine.
It was a signal.
A beacon.
A summoning.
And Zak had just turned the key.
