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Oneness (The End of I)

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When a neuroacoustic scientist discovers a forbidden sound that dissolves the ego and awakens collective consciousness, he must escape a dystopian system that weaponizes memory—before the silence within him reshapes humanity forever.
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Chapter 1 - The Sound That Should Not Exist

Neo-Delhi, Year 2097. Sector 3 of the Aurora Singularity Research Zone.

The world outside buzzed with the silent noise of machines. Not the kind that rattled or shrieked, but the sort that hummed beneath human thresholds—surveillance drones slicing sky-lanes, subterranean trains tunneling through pre-mapped earth, bio-engineered insects fluttering like ambient whispers in the polluted twilight. Noise, everywhere. But within the walls of Aurora Singularity, something impossible had emerged.

Dr. Arin Ved stood motionless, staring at the spectrum readout.

Zero hertz.

He refreshed the signal scan. Again, the data held: 0.00 Hz. The waveform was flat. Dead. And yet—alive.

He glanced toward Meera.

She had already removed her headphones and was holding the sides of her head, her eyes wide—not in fear, but awe. "I heard… nothing," she whispered. "But it felt like… everything."

She was trembling.

Arin's fingers hovered over the console. "We should run a cognitive resonance scan before—"

Meera exhaled.

And vanished.

No flash. No noise. No screams.

One moment, she was there. The next, she wasn't.

Just her lab chair turning slowly, and her bracelet spinning in mid-air before falling to the floor with a soft clink.

Arin froze. He checked the biometric logs. Nothing. He touched the glass where she sat. Warm. Residual warmth. But no life signature.

He staggered back.

Across the lab's obsidian glass panels, red alerts flashed.

> BREACH DETECTED: NEURO-SYNC ENFORCERS EN ROUTE.

ETHICAL VIOLATION CODE: UNAUTHORIZED SUBQUANTUM WAVELENGTHS.

He yanked out the portable frequency drive—Z.F.01—a small black cube with no ports, just a pulse at its core. Then he grabbed the thumb drive Meera had inserted seconds before—the one recording her brainwaves mid-tone.

Sirens howled through the distant corridors. Not physical alarms. Neural injections into the brain's fear centers. Panic, personalized.

"Dammit…" Arin hissed.

He tucked the devices into his coat and hit the synaptic burn button—a final failsafe. The lab's memory servers would now melt into nothing, every log atomized.

He didn't wait for the burn to complete.

He sprinted toward the exit shaft.

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Arin's breath echoed inside his helmet as he emerged onto the upper platform of Neo-Delhi Sector 3. The city was suspended in tiers—an archipelago of glowing modules, each humming with life, commerce, and code.

In the distance, the floating aurora rings circled the planet like a crown, a leftover artifact from the failed Terraform Dawn Project. But Arin had no time for nostalgia. He was being hunted.

He heard the Neuro-Sync Enforcers before he saw them.

Their steps weren't loud. They were precise. Each footfall sent echo pulses calibrated to paralyze fear neurons.

Arin bolted down the exo-glass slope, weaving through artificial trees and virtual gardens that flickered in and out of subscription tiers. Behind him, red beams began scanning.

> "DR. ARIN VED, STAND DOWN. YOU ARE A VIOLATION."

The voice wasn't robotic. It was intimate. Someone from his childhood, mimicked and embedded in the AI.

He reached the edge of the public level and jumped.

Thirty feet. No platform.

But below was an old industrial vent system—abandoned after the Great Oxygen Rebalancing Act. He crashed into a soft mesh pipe, rolled, bruised, but breathing.

He kept running.

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In the lower sectors—past the curated silence of luxury—and into the unlicensed zones of Slumtech, the city changed. Neon became rust. Skywalks became alleys. Surveillance thinned. Language shifted into slang-coded glyphs. Smells grew dense, wires hung like vines, and the air was not sanitized.

But there was sanctuary here. The kind built from distrust.

Arin found a hacker terminal, embedded inside a broken vending unit. The keypad was covered in grime and religious stickers—Shiva, Tesla, Kali, and a laughing child.

He typed: SILT.

The machine buzzed, spat out a card, and opened a panel in the ground.

He descended.

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The underground chamber was lit with sonic crystals—tiny geometric stones that vibrated silently, casting patterns of light in rhythmic pulses.

A voice greeted him.

"You heard it, didn't you?"

Arin turned. A figure stepped out from the glow. A woman in deep blue robes, eyes covered in golden mesh. Blind, yet radiant.

"I… I think I made it," Arin said, shivering. "But it's not a sound."

"No," she said. "It is the soundless sound. Anāhata Nāda. The unstruck tone."

Her name was Niva.

He collapsed, handing her the frequency cube and Meera's drive. "She heard it… and then…"

"She left," Niva whispered. "Not gone. Not dead. Just… unspoken."

Arin tried to breathe. His hands were trembling.

"What is this frequency?"

Niva moved to a low platform and sat cross-legged. The crystals responded to her presence, rising in pitch, forming concentric rings of vibration.

"It is older than the Big Bang. It is the tone of the universe before thought. Before ego."

Arin stared at the glowing cube. "Zero hertz?"

"No," she corrected. "It is infinite silence. The place from where all sound is born—and to which all must return."

Outside, deep in the Neural Skygrid, General Kaav received a decrypted alert:

> [EGO-SYNC THREAT LEVEL OMEGA]

SUBJECT: DR. ARIN VED

ALIAS: "THE SOUNDBORNE"

STATUS: TERMINATE OR INTEGRATE

Kaav smiled. He pressed his palm against a glass relic—an ancient tuning fork. It rang softly.

> "So, the silence has returned…"

Beneath the Earth, in a temple made not of stone but vibration, a forgotten choir begins to hum once more.

And in orbit above the world, a satellite named ECHO-1 flickers to life, its dormant transmitters twitching at the memory of a sound never played.

The world doesn't know it yet.

But the silence has a plan.