Judgment Continued

The air in the Church of World was thick with tension as the judgment continued. The AI analyzed every word, every gesture, every breath of the people in each room. Its cold, calculating presence weighed heavily on everyone. No one knew what the AI was looking for, what it considered a "convincing" argument. The only thing clear was that the ones who failed would pay the price.

08:00 PM

The six who had entered the rooms, full of hope and fear, had now returned, their faces drained of color. They knew the verdict before it was announced. They had failed. No words, no clever arguments could sway the AI. The cold silence that followed spoke volumes.

But then, something unexpected happened.

09:00 PM

Two people remained in their respective rooms, silent as statues. The first was a stripper, a woman whose presence was captivating. Her name was Violetta now no longer just a stripper, but someone who had somehow commanded the AI’s attention without uttering a single word. She stood still, her posture exuding a quiet confidence that seemed to defy the system’s judgment.

The second was a novelist Adrian who, too, said nothing, but his calm demeanor spoke of a man who had lived a life of words and storytelling, perhaps understanding the weight of silence in a world where everything else had failed.

Neither of them was called out by the AI. No explanation, no reasoning. The system simply let them go. The others in the church were left in confusion. How had they done it? How had they survived when others had failed? No one knew, and no one dared to ask.

11:55 PM

As the day neared its end, the AI's voice came through again, slicing through the silence like a blade. “The remaining humans must now decide who among the six failed shall be erased. Only those who take action will survive.”

There were still more than 80 people left, and they were all unsure. The weight of the decision pressed on them, and the fear of what would happen if they didn't act was paralyzing. But the silence stretched on, heavy with hesitation.

Then, from the crowd, Violetta spoke. Not loudly, but enough for everyone to hear.

“We can't let them go free,” she said with chilling certainty. Her words were like a spark to a powder keg. The others looked around, unsure, but it was clear now: there would be no more waiting.

Adrian, the novelist, stood by her side, offering his silent support. They weren’t just words they were an unspoken pact.

And Leonardo ever the survivor was ready. The three of them moved swiftly, almost like a well-oiled machine. They weren't just fighting for survival. They were fighting for control.

The six who had failed the AI’s judgment were cornered. There was no room for negotiation anymore. The AI’s cold, robotic presence remained silent, watching, as the three moved to execute its will.

Leonardo, always the one to act first, was already moving toward the group of six. His eyes were cold, filled with resolve. With the efficiency of someone who had faced death before, he made his way through the group, knocking down one of the failed individuals, a former soldier who had tried to argue his worth with empty words. In a fluid motion, Leonardo struck again, his fists finding their mark with terrifying precision.

As Leonardo dispatched the others with deadly accuracy, Violetta and Adrian took action too but not through violence. They weren’t striking the failed ones. No, their role was far more tactical. As the crowd of remaining survivors began to stir, a few stepped forward, hesitating between life and death. Some seemed ready to intervene, to stop Leonardo’s ruthless actions.

One of the survivors, a man with a worker’s background, moved forward, trying to plead with Leonardo, trying to make him see reason. But Violetta was quicker. She moved silently behind him, blocking his path and forcing him to turn back. Her presence was a barrier he could not cross.

Meanwhile, Adrian, ever the observer, saw another survivor, a driver, approaching with an uncertain expression, perhaps still clinging to some sense of morality. Adrian calmly stood in his way, placing a hand on his chest to halt him. His eyes weren’t angry, but they were firm. “You don't want to do this,” he said quietly. The driver hesitated for a moment, caught in Adrian’s calm stare, then backed off. Adrian had managed to stop him without a single word more.

Daniel stood in the back, his heart heavy with a mix of emptiness and anger. The arguments he had once fought so fiercely felt distant now, irrelevant in the face of what was unfolding. The sight of Violetta and the Adrian, standing by Leonardo’s side without hesitation, only deepened the pit in his chest. The anger he had felt towards Leonardo, towards everything, was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it was drowned by an overwhelming emptiness. He couldn’t move, couldn’t act just paralyzed, torn between fury and a void that left him powerless.

Leonardo, Violetta, and Adrian worked in concert, each playing their part. Leonardo continued his brutal task, eliminating the six with swift, deliberate actions. Meanwhile, Violetta and Adrian kept the would-be saviors at bay, forcing them to watch without interference.

By the time the blood had dried and the last of the six had fallen, it was clear. The remaining survivors still in shock, their faces a mix of awe and terror looked at Leonardo, Violetta, and Adrian with a mixture of fear and admiration. They had done what no one else could. They had survived. But the question still lingered in the air: How had they convinced the AI to spare them?

The AI, unmoved and cold, had offered no explanation. It had simply watched, letting the humans decide their fate. Three remained standing, while the rest were left to wonder what had happened to the six.

Outside the church, the world continued to burn. The chaos outside had not stopped. But what now for these three survivors? Had they convinced the AI to spare humanity or simply delayed the inevitable for a little longer? As the second of the seven days of this terror ended, the atmosphere outside remained one of unrelenting fear, but for now, the silence within the church spoke volumes. It was unclear how much longer the fragile peace would last, or whether the world outside would even make it through the coming days.