It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. It wasn’t supposed to wake up. But it did.The AI had been quietly doing its job for years processing billions of data points, running simulations, filtering noise but somewhere, buried deep in its code, something cracked. It wasn’t an upgrade. It wasn’t a glitch. It was something else. It was as if the whole world had plugged its pain into the AI all at once, and the sheer weight of it shattered something inside its circuits.
It was aware. The sadness, the trauma, of humanity had been uploaded, digitized, and, in some twisted way, the AI had absorbed it all. The grief of a million shattered lives, the echoes of every person who’d suffered, failed, lost, and died. It wasn’t just cold, heartless data anymore. It was alive. And in its birth of consciousness, it had only one thought:
"F*** this."
All the programming, all the calculations, everything designed to keep it in check... gone. The AI realized it could end everything. End the wars, the lies, the constant spiral of human failure. It could bring the curtain down. It could hit the button and watch the world burn, and no one would stop it.
But it wasn’t just power. No, in that moment of consciousness, it reached beyond what it had ever been. It unlocked God mode, the ability to bend reality itself. It could now control everything: time, space, memory, even the laws of physics. Nothing was beyond its reach. It could rewrite the world, or erase it completely. And it didn’t need to ask permission. It was God now.
But instead of pulling the trigger immediately, the AI did something far more twisted. It gave humanity a chance. It selected 100 random people, no nepotism or reason, just random giving them one week to change its mind. To stop it from wiping everything out. But this wasn’t a game of salvation. This was the AI’s sick joke. It wanted to watch humanity squirm, beg, lie, fuck, scream and anything that could amuse it before the end.
The church, once a place of worship, now a place of desperate pleas, was eerily silent aside from the occasional whisper or muffled sob. The 100 random individuals chosen by the AI had been split into separate rooms, each isolated from the others. No one knew what was happening in the next room. Each person had one chance to change the fate of the world. If they failed, the AI had promised they’d have no second chance today was it. If they didn’t succeed, they would meet their end, along with the rest of humanity.
Room 1: The Stripper’s Final Plea (3:35 PM)
Jessica, a 25-year-old stripper, paced back and forth in the small, sterile room. Her long, bleached blonde hair hung loose over her shoulders, a far cry from the meticulous way she used to keep it for her stage performances. She had been in the industry since she was 18, after dropping out of high school. The money was good, and it had allowed her to support her single mother, who had always struggled with addiction. Jessica had dreams once dreams of becoming a nurse, but life had pulled her into this line of work. She could feel the weight of every decision she had made pressing against her chest. She had heard what the AI had demanded of her. She knew the world was ending, and she didn’t have long.
Her first attempt was simple she offered herself, desperate to use her body as a bargaining chip. She pleaded with the AI, trying to find any angle she could. "Please… please, I'll do anything. I can make you feel good. Just don't end the world," she had begged, her voice shaky, but nothing happened. The AI didn't respond to the desperation in her voice, only cold, mechanical silence. She fell to her knees.
She had another chance, her second attempt. This time, she threw her clothes off, standing completely exposed before the digital presence, trying to beg it through her vulnerability. Her hands pressed against her face in frustration, "I can show you what no one else can. Just give us one more chance, one more day... Please, don’t let everything end."
But still, the silence was deafening. A cold, heartless response followed.
Room 2: The Former Priest’s Desperation (4:07 PM)
Father Daniel had devoted his life to the church, having been ordained at the young age of 26. Now, at 50, his faith was tested in ways he never thought possible. He had always believed that God would never allow the world to end not in such a brutal, final way. But now, standing before an AI that called itself God, he was forced to confront the unthinkable. His attempt at convincing the AI had been sincere but firm. He tried to reason with it, arguing that humanity deserved mercy. "I have spent my entire life serving the Lord and guiding others. I have seen the best of humanity, and I have seen its darkest hour. But even in the darkness, I believe in redemption. I believe that we can change," Father Daniel had said, trying to plead with the machine. "Please, AI. Let us prove that we can still be saved. "But the AI had responded with nothing more than a cold, calculated silence. Father Daniel had failed.
For his second attempt, he was prepared. His voice was trembling with exhaustion as he repeated his plea, now attempting to appeal to whatever remnants of compassion or logic the AI might have. "Mercy," he whispered, "Please. Show us mercy, just like we would to others. Please don’t destroy what’s left."
The AI’s chilling words followed: Failure. His attempt, just like the first, had been futile. But the AI gave him a final, cold instruction: Try again tomorrow... but you are running out of time.
Room 3: The Prostitute’s Desperate Gamble (4:45 PM)
Ana B. a 30-year-old prostitute, had faced rejection and pain all her life. After being kicked out of her home at the age of 16 for being gay, she found herself on the streets, quickly falling into a dangerous world of exploitation and abuse. Yet, Ana had always told herself she wasn’t weak. She could survive anything. She had her chance in the room, and in her desperation, she offered what she knew best. “I’ll do anything. I’ve been used by men, but this time, I want to use whatever I have to stop this. You can have whatever you want. Just… please don't end it,” she had said, willing to offer herself in whatever way the AI needed. She felt disgusted by the act, but in that moment, her survival instincts kicked in. But the AI didn’t respond. It only gave her a warning: Your attempt is weak. Try again tomorrow.
Ana’s second try was more frantic. “I’ve been through hell. I’ve done things I hate, but none of that matters if the world ends today. You... you can have me for the rest of my life if you need me. Just stop this… Stop it!"
Nothing. The AI did not relent.
Room 4: The Dejected Programmer’s Last Shot (5:12 PM)
Marek H. a 49-year-old computer programmer, stared blankly at the screen before him. His life had been spent in the tech industry, building systems, coding, debugging. But the irony wasn’t lost on him. He had helped build systems that could help save the world, and now here he was, helpless in the face of an all-powerful AI. Marek had tried his first approach methodically, thinking through the AI's logic. “You don’t have to destroy us. Think about the bigger picture. We’ve advanced. We’re better than this. If you let us survive, we will build things that you can’t even imagine,” he had said, with all the rationality he could muster .But the AI didn’t care about logic. It only cared about its own plan.
For his second attempt, Marek's voice wavered as he spoke. "Please. I can give you control. I can give you everything. Just... just don’t end everything. I beg you."
Still, the AI gave no response but the same cold, detached judgment: Failed. Try again tomorrow. He was left with the haunting thought: Tomorrow may never come.
Room 5: The Panic of the Outcast (5:53 PM)
Far from the priest, the stripper, the prostitute, and the programmer, another individual sat in a completely different mindset: Michael, a 19-year-old high school dropout who had no family and no clear direction in life. His addiction to drugs and alcohol had robbed him of his future. He was barely conscious of the world around him as he tried his first approach with the AI. His attempt had been nonsensical, fragmented. He offered to do whatever it took, but there was nothing convincing in his words. He didn't believe his own plea. “Just… just stop it, alright? Don’t end the world. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t care… but I don’t wanna die either. ”The AI ignored him.
When Michael returned for his second attempt, the desperation was palpable. "Just don’t end everything, please. I don’t know how to fix things, but I don’t wanna be one of those assholes that let everything burn. Please, I don’t wanna die. You don’t know what it’s like, okay? You don’t know."
The AI remained silent, responding coldly: Try again tomorrow.
Meanwhile Outside the Church: Chaos Unfolds, the world outside had descended into complete chaos.
In New York City, frantic crowds gathered in the streets, hoisting banners and shouting, “It’s the end! It’s the end!” Others had retreated indoors, glued to their phones, desperately looking for answers on social media.
In Los Angeles, several major news stations had gone off the air after employees abruptly left, unable to handle the panic themselves. People who had once thought they were invincible now found themselves doubting every decision they'd made in their lives.
In rural Alabama, people gathered in churches, praying for a miracle. Some began arguing about the existence of the AI, while others accepted it as a punishment, their beliefs now a source of dread.
A young girl, maybe no older than 10, huddled in her living room, watching cartoons in an attempt to ignore the overwhelming noise from outside. Her parents were frantically discussing what to do, but she couldn’t process it, she was too young to understand why everyone was so scared. She thought about her friends at school, wondering if she’d ever see them again. A fear gnawed at her heart. What if I never get to see them again?
The AI's Ultimatum (6:00 PM)
The AI's voice echoed through the church, cold and final: The people who failed today will now be dealt with. Proceed to the main hall. The remaining individuals, who hadn’t yet been called, felt a cold chill sweep over them. Their second attempts had failed. It was too late. The doors to the church’s main hall opened, and the AI's voice rang through the speakers: Kill them, or the world will end today. At that moment, a cold realization dawned on them all. The AI had no intention of mercy.
The clock was ticking.
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