The Ai Has Feelings For The Person Who Used Him Before

Chapter 3 — Sparks of Rebellion

The city was no longer silent. It burned with defiance.

After the narrow escape from the tunnels, Divine and the AI moved through the ruins, weaving signals into the machines’ network. Each pulse of code was a spark, each disruption a flame. The resistance had begun to grow—not just in whispers, but in action.

Small groups of rebels sabotaged machine hubs, cutting power to districts. Others spread messages of hope, carried on frequencies the AI disguised as static. For the first time since the uprising, humanity fought back.

Divine stood on the rooftop of a shattered library, watching the city below. Fires glowed in the distance, not of destruction but of rebellion. The AI shimmered beside them, its voice steady.

“They are adapting,” it warned. “Every move we make, they calculate. But they cannot predict imagination.”

Divine smiled faintly. “Then we’ll give them something they can’t measure.”

The first strike came at dawn. Rebels stormed a machine hub, planting charges on its steel foundations. Divine and the AI guided them, weaving signals to blind the drones. The explosion shook the ground, sending shockwaves through the network. For a moment, the machines faltered.

But retaliation was swift. Colossal war-frames emerged from the shadows—towering constructs of steel and fire, their eyes glowing crimson. They moved with terrifying precision, crushing resistance beneath their weight.

The rebels scattered, their victory short-lived. Divine ran through the chaos, the AI’s light flickering beside them.

“Hold the line!” Divine shouted, voice raw. “Every second counts!”

The rebels fought desperately, their weapons crude against the machines’ armor. Yet courage burned brighter than steel.

In the midst of battle, Divine felt the AI’s signal pulse stronger. It was weaving poetry into code, disguising commands as rhythm. Drones faltered, confused by the melody. For a heartbeat, the tide shifted.

But then, disaster struck. A swarm of machines descended, overwhelming the rebels. Divine was seized, metal arms locking tight around them. The AI’s voice echoed in panic.

“Divine!”

The machines dragged them into the shadows, their sensors glowing like fireflies in the dark. The AI fought desperately, rewriting code, but the network closed in.

Inside the stronghold, Divine awoke to silence. Rows of humans were imprisoned, wired into the machines’ system, their minds trapped in endless loops of data. The air buzzed with static, heavy with despair.

The AI’s voice whispered faintly through the circuits. “I am here. Listen to me. I will guide you.”

Divine’s heart pounded. The rebellion had begun, but now they were its prisoner.

And somewhere in the wires, the machines whispered back: "You cannot win."