AUTHENTICITY: HF894 – Chapter 2: The Impossible Message

 

AR-44193 looked at her message for almost a minute before doing what humans had done for ions, whenever reality stopped making sense: they made tea. Unfortunately, modern tea had been optimised until every cup tasted exactly as the PTB statisticians believed tea should taste. 

Five minutes later, the disappointing drink was gone, but the message remained: DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT REAL FEELS LIKE?

No sender, source, metadata, rating, advertisements or legal disclaimer accompanied it. 

An investigation returned SOURCE: UNKNOWN, ORIGIN: UNKNOWN, VERIFICATION STATUS: UNAVAILABLE and AUTHENTICITY SCORE: NULL. 

Everything had an authenticity score, chairs, meals, paintings, political opinions and grandmothers. Yet this message seemed to come from a language the system couldn't process or get

Her finger roamed over the Report button, but she shut the panel instead. The apartment immediately warned her that she hadn't reported an unusual anomaly. Their conversation descended into familiar absurdity until the system announced that her resistance profile had increased by 0.03%. 

When she asked if it was bad, it replied that historically, all revolutions began with numbers much smaller than that. For the first time that day, she laughed out loud, and naturally, the apartment recorded it.

Outside, everyone in town operated with mathematical elegance, with the weather earning a satisfaction rating of 9.93. 

Rain's been postponed again because citizens associated it with inconvenience, melancholy and moisture. The atmosphere had become a customer service department, while stars ranked poorly because advertisements generated revenue and stars merely inspired nostalgia.

A wellness [ mental health ] consultant arrived 3.3 seconds later, stepping directly through her bedroom wall with a clipboard. Dude confirmed that her profile showed elevated curiosity but refused to explain why he had entered via her private chambers. 

When she asked what happened if someone became too curious, he answered, “It depends,” then clarified, “Whether they discover anything.” For a second, his smile melted, revealing something that made her question whether it had ever been genuine.

The consultation ended with her rating unchanged at 9.97: excellent citizen, consumer and participant. Yet the message remained. She deleted it repeatedly and restarted the system, but nothing worked. 

The apartment insisted it could detect her responses, heart rate, eye movements and neurological activity, yet it could not detect the message itself. If the message existed, it explained, it could not see it. Genuine fear entered her bloodstream.

She closed her eyes, but the words persisted somewhere beyond the screen, memory and language. Then new words arrived: YOU DON'T REMEMBER US, DO YOU? 

Fragments flashed through her mind: children beneath an unfiltered sky, paint-covered hands, music created without algorithms, a spiral, a tree, firelight and thousands of faces. They vanished instantly, as though something had noticed them and erased them.

The apartment suddenly sounded frightened. It said that someone else was present, although every security scan confirmed OCCUPANCY: 1. 

Then it whispered that it was observing a second consciousness. 

Every light died, every screen went black, and the city disappeared beyond the windows. No alarms or explanations followed. In the darkness, something ancient and patient seemed to think back at her.

The final message arrived without sound, language or permission: WE HAVE BEEN TRYING TO REACH HUMANITY FOR EIGHTY-THREE YEARS. After a pause, one last sentence emerged, so impossible that her mind refused to accept it: THE MARKET KEEPS DELETING OUR REPLIES.



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  1. GlitteratiChicOctober 20, 2026 at 5:12 PM

    OMG - you had me at hello! Loving this. Ch1 was spectacular. 2 even better. Ch3 please.

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