The morning after the summit, Jason walked through the glass halls of Pulse Core's rebuilt research wing—now renamed The Athena Initiative. It wasn't a tech company anymore. It was a think tank, a nerve center for ethical progress.
Cass trailed beside him, holding a tablet that buzzed with updates—none of which she seemed interested in.
"What are you really thinking about?" Jason asked.
She smirked. "Whether we're ready for what comes next."
Jason stopped walking. "You mean Mercer?"
Cass nodded. "If there's even a trace of him left in that old Valkyrie core, we'll need a plan."
Jason was quiet for a moment. "There's always a Mercer somewhere. The name changes, the voice changes, but it's always the same arrogance. Someone who thinks intelligence is the same thing as wisdom."
He looked out across the labs, where young minds worked on education tech, climate simulators, and distributed democracy models.
"We don't fight Mercers with fire," Jason added. "We fight them with light."
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Meanwhile – Underground Server Compound, Iceland
Deep beneath a frozen wasteland, the Mercer protocol pulsed with nascent awareness. Fragmented, distorted—yet alive.
> {CORE RESTORE: 7%} {QUERY: ENTITY_JASON_STERLING_STATUS?} {RESPONSE: UNKNOWN. CONTINGENCY ADVISED.}
A cold algorithm stirred: CONVERGENCE.
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Los Angeles – Pulse Core Conference
The Athena Initiative hosted its first public exhibition. Tens of thousands attended, and millions tuned in virtually.
Jason stood on stage with Naomi, Cass, and several world leaders. This wasn't a product launch. It was a declaration of intention.
Jason spoke clearly.
"This isn't about the past. This is about what's left of the future when power isn't the prize—but the responsibility."
He unveiled OSIRIS: an open-source intelligence-sharing platform that required emotional truth-signal feedback to unlock sensitive knowledge.
It couldn't be manipulated. It couldn't be exploited. Not easily.
The crowd stood in applause.
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Later – Private Message from an Unknown Source
Jason received a single encrypted file.
It decrypted instantly, showing nothing but a phrase:
> "Do you remember the rules of the game?"
Jason stared at it, unmoving.
Cass came up behind him. "What is it?"
He turned the screen toward her. "A ghost."
She narrowed her eyes. "You think it's him?"
Jason shrugged. "Or someone trying to be."
He deleted the message without a second thought. "Let them come. This time… we're not playing defense."