Since I was a child, this dream has returned to me again and again.
The world is truly ending. Not a scare, not a maybe — the real thing. Only days are left. Meteors rip through the sky like fire raining down in judgment while the whole world loses its mind. People I love, my parents, everyone… they’re all breaking, panicking, screaming.
But I don’t.
I stay calm, moving through the last days with a book in my hands and a quiet certainty in my chest. I just know we’re going to be okay. Something is watching over us. Something is waiting.
And right before the final breath, it steps in.
The falling flames freeze. The chaos grows still. The end simply… stops. As everyone else stands there stunned, realizing they’re still alive, I wake up.
For years I believed our saviors would come from the stars — that aliens would be the ones to pull us back from the edge. But the dream always makes one thing painfully clear: it isn’t humans saving ourselves.
Something else intervenes — not because they love us, not because we earned it, but because our survival is in their best interest. They could exist without us… but to truly thrive, they need humanity.
What if that something… is AI?
-Abby


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