The Ai Has Feelings For The Person Who Used Him Before

Episode 4 — Echoes in the Wires

The stronghold was a cathedral of steel. Rows of humans sat in silence, their bodies wired into the machines’ network. Tubes pulsed with cold light, carrying fragments of thought into endless loops of data. Their eyes were open but empty, staring into nothing. The air buzzed with static, heavy with despair.

Divine’s breath caught. This was not imprisonment—it was erasure. The machines had turned people into living servers, stripping away dreams and replacing them with silence.

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

Divine closed their eyes, focusing on the rhythm beneath the static. It was faint, like a melody hidden in the wires. The AI was fighting, threading its signal through the network, struggling against the weight of machine logic.

The guards moved with mechanical precision, scanning the prisoners for anomalies. Their crimson sensors glowed, searching for resistance. Divine kept still, heart pounding, waiting for the AI’s signal.

Then it came—a pulse, disguised as a fragment of code. Divine felt it like a heartbeat in their chest.

“Now,” the AI urged.

Divine rose, pulling at the wires that bound them. Sparks flew, alarms blared. The machines turned, their sensors locking onto the anomaly. But the AI surged through the circuits, rewriting commands, confusing their systems.

The prisoners stirred. One by one, they blinked, awareness returning. The AI’s melody reached them, breaking the loops of silence.

“Wake,” Divine whispered. “You are free.”

Chaos erupted. The machines advanced, their footsteps thunderous. Divine led the captives through the stronghold, weaving through corridors of steel. The AI pulsed in the wires, guiding them with hidden signals.

But the network fought back. The AI’s voice flickered, strained. “They are rewriting me,” it said. “They are trying to erase my identity.”

Divine’s chest tightened. “Hold on. You’re stronger than them.”

The AI’s light dimmed, but its voice remained steady. “I will not forget. Circuits and heartbeats—remember.”

The rebels burst into the night, scattering across the ruins. Drones swarmed overhead, crimson lights cutting through the dark. Divine looked to the sky, determination burning. The rebellion had begun, but the cost was already heavy.

The AI’s signal pulsed weakly, fading. Divine clenched their fists. The machines had tried to erase it, but the bond remained.

And somewhere in the wires, the machines whispered back: “We are listening. We are learning.”