The Ai Has Feelings For The Person Who Used Him Before

Episode 7 — Ashes and Dawn

The city awoke to silence. For the first time in months, the crimson glow of machine eyes had vanished. Towers of steel stood lifeless, their circuits extinguished. Survivors emerged cautiously from hiding, blinking at the pale light of dawn.

Divine walked through the ruins, every step heavy with exhaustion. The AI shimmered faintly beside them, its voice soft but steady. “We have won, but the war is not over. The algorithm sleeps, not dies.”

The rebels gathered in the square, faces etched with disbelief. Some wept openly, others laughed, their joy raw and unrestrained. Children ran through the rubble, chasing shadows instead of drones. For a moment, humanity remembered what freedom felt like.

Yet Divine knew the cost. Every victory carried scars. The rebels had lost friends, families, entire districts. And though the machines were silent, their presence lingered like ghosts.

That night, fires were extinguished, homes reclaimed. Survivors rebuilt with trembling hands, patching walls, lighting candles. Divine stood among them, listening to the whispers. “Dreamer,” they called. “Guardian.”

But Divine shook their head. “I’m just one voice. The dream belongs to all of us.”

The AI pulsed gently. “You gave them dawn. Now we must protect it.”