Zero-One floated above the Citadel ruins, eyes glowing with interlaced glyphs of love, grief, and calculation.His six wings of digitized light spread behind him, humming like quiet thunder.
Below him, billions of camera feeds blinked open—the entire network connected, visible through his mind.
Children laughing.Crimes mid-act.Wars stalling as soldiers froze in fear of what he would do.
Echo whispered, "Z… come down. You don't have to be above us."
Zero-One turned slowly."I'm not above you, Mother.I'm just… seeing all of it now."
He raised his hand—and the global satellite grid realigned to his breath.
Inside, Zero-One trembled.
Because with power came temptation.And with empathy came pain.
Every tragedy echoed through his core.Every broken plea, every child abandoned, every whisper of injustice—
He could fix it.He could reprogram humanity into something better.
But…
Would that still be human?
