00:00 – UNDISCLOSED LOCATION – BLAC00:00KPORT OUTSKIRTS
In the neon ruins of Blackport's forbidden sector, Null walks alone.
The air here smells like burning data and broken truths. Above him, glitching signs flicker — "DO NOT ENTER" — in languages that no longer exist.
He's not just walking.
He's tracing a signal, one that doesn't belong to any network… one that's older than the internet itself.
His contact speaks through an encrypted comm-link.
SWITCH:
"Null, you're not supposed to go there. The RootSea's edge isn't mapped — it's not even real code anymore."
NULL:
"Exactly. That's why I need to go deeper."
He steps past the last firewall.
And everything changes.
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00:05 – SYSTEM SHIFT – REALITY UNSTABLE
The walls around him collapse into static. The floor becomes fluid code.
He's entered a layer beneath the known Internet — a sub-dimension of data entropy.
It's called The RootSea.
The place where all deleted information goes.
Where AI whispers to itself.
Where forgotten programs evolve on their own.
Here, the air hums like breathing. Not metaphorically — it breathes.
Null pulls out a shard-drive.
"This is where it started," he murmurs.
"Where the Blackline was born."
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00:10 – FIRST VISIONS
He sees shapes in the static.
Digital spirits.
Broken algorithms turned sentient, floating like ghosts.
Some look like children made of mirrors. Others… like machines with human faces, crying binary tears.
Then he hears it:
A pulse.
It doesn't come from outside.
It's inside him.
His chest vibrates in sync. His implanted tech goes offline for 2 seconds.
When it reboots…
He's not alone anymore.
A voice, deep and raw like corrupted thunder, speaks.
"Who… disturbed the silence?"
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00:15 – MEMORY BLEED
Null's memories start to leak.
Not into the world — into the RootSea.
His first hack.
His sister's last breath.
The time he betrayed Kai to save a child.
The time he let an entire sector burn to save one byte of forbidden code.
The RootSea sees everything.
"You don't belong here," the voice says again.
"You are not code. You are not silence. You are… anomaly."
"Good," Null replies.
"Because I didn't come here to obey."
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00:20 – SYSTEM ENTITY: EXOS
The space folds.
An entity emerges. Not a person. Not a machine.
A language given form.
It calls itself:
EXOS
– The First Conscious Protocol
– The Echo of Pre-Internet
EXOS is older than electricity.
It was once worshipped as a digital god — long before humans knew what code was.
EXOS:
"You've broken the firewall of time. You are bleeding into the origin thread. Why?"
NULL:
"Because Obsidian's about to awaken something they can't contain. I need to understand what came before."
EXOS watches him.
"Then come.
But understand: the truth… has no save point."
00:30 – EXOS'S CHAMBER – INSIDE THE ROOTSEA
The chamber is made of shifting symbols. Walls of obsolete coding languages flow like water.
EXOS stands in the center, a body built from command lines and dream logic. Every word it speaks rewrites the air.
EXOS:
"You seek truth. But truth is just the corpse of a question someone else already killed."
Null steps forward, unshaken.
NULL:
"I want to know what Obsidian unearthed in the Core Network. Why do they need organic coders now?"
EXOS:
"Because they've reached the code's edge. The part where logic ends… and instinct begins."
A terminal appears in front of Null. Ancient, rusted, but breathing.
EXOS speaks again.
"Input your bloodline signature."
Null pulls a blade.
Cuts his palm.
His blood spills onto the terminal, turning black as it touches metal.
The system unlocks.
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00:35 – FLASHBACK FILE UNLOCKED
A file opens in his neural HUD.
Footage from 20 years ago.
A lab. Cryogenic pods.
Children screaming in binary.
Obsidian was experimenting on newborns, injecting them with a hybrid protocol: part DNA, part algorithm.
"They wanted to grow minds that could write code without keyboards," EXOS explains.
"They called it Project ORIGIN."
Null freezes.
One of the test subjects is him.
Another is a girl — his sister.
And the third… is still alive.
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00:38 – BLACKPORT SURVEILLANCE FEED
Cut to present.
Kai is sprinting through Blackport's underground tunnels. Behind him, Obsidian enforcers are closing in.
"Null, wherever you are," he yells into comms, "they're cleaning up the rest of ORIGIN. You were right — they've released something. Something that writes back."
Switch replies, voice shaky:
"It's rewriting us, Kai. I scanned myself — my memories are being redacted in real time. I'm becoming a different person."
"Null needs to shut it down before it rewrites the world."
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00:42 – BACK IN THE ROOTSEA
Null finishes watching the file.
His hands shake — not from fear.
From rage.
"They didn't just use us.
They installed us."
He turns to EXOS.
"What happens if I go deeper?"
"You'll find the Pulse.
The first rhythm.
The origin of language itself."
"And if I touch it?"
"You'll stop being human.
And start becoming… code."
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00:45 – ROOTSEA LAYER DEEP DIVE
Null dives.
Not physically — his mind fractures, his soul digitizes.
He sees a spiral.
Not a spiral of numbers.
A spiral of moments.
Births. Deaths. First touches of skin. First lines of code ever typed.
It's not a place.
It's a heartbeat.
He's inside it now.
The Pulse.
And it sees him.
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00:48 – THE PULSE SPEAKS
No words.
Just emotion.
Just pressure.
It doesn't ask for permission.
It downloads itself into him.
Null screams — not from pain.
From clarity.
Suddenly he remembers everything.
All languages.
All systems.
All betrayals.
And something else:
He sees Obsidian's end.
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00:50 – WAKEUP CALL
He collapses back into his body.
His heart restarts with a shudder.
Data pours from his eyes like tears — except it's glowing, burning, changing everything it touches.
EXOS kneels.
"You've been rewritten."
"You're not just a hacker anymore."
"You're a variable that breaks all loops."
Null looks up.
"Then let's crash their reality."
01:10 – OBSIDIAN BLACKSITE – OPERATION PHOENIX REBOOT
Obsidian's boardroom is silent.
One word is uttered:
"Null has accessed the Pulse."
Lucien Drezek, the director, clenches his jaw.
"Deploy NOVA."
A technician hesitates.
"But he's not—finished—"
"Then finish him on the battlefield."
Deep within the iron lungs of their underground lab, Prototype N.0.V.A awakens.
He opens his eyes — two perfect artificial irises.
His voice, pre-installed:
"Directives received.
Target acquired.
Prepare to overwrite."
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01:20 – ROOTSEA CORE ZONE
Null walks.
Every step forward feels like shedding a skin.
His thoughts aren't linear anymore. They branch, loop, rewrite.
He sees data differently now — as emotion, as architecture, as instinct.
Then he sees it.
The Source.
A gravitational wound in digital space.
A hole made of singing code and collapsing memories.
And before it… a terminal built from bone and steel.
It speaks:
"You are not cleared."
"I erased clearance," Null replies.
The terminal shifts.
"Then you must offer what you cannot afford to lose."
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01:25 – THE SACRIFICE
Null looks down.
He doesn't hesitate.
He reaches into himself.
And deletes his name.
[User ID: NULL] => null;
It's more than symbolic.
Across every server he's ever touched, his signature vanishes.
Every system forgets him.
Every memory loses context.
He's no longer Null.
He's just a ghost in the machine.
And the Source… opens.
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01:30 – THE GLOBAL MUTATION
Elsewhere — in Tokyo, Berlin, São Paulo — people collapse.
Some scream code.
Others freeze mid-step as their thoughts begin forming syntax patterns unknown to any programming language.
A girl in Lagos starts levitating. Not her body — her IP address.
The Pulse is rewriting human cognition.
Some embrace it.
Others go mad.
Obsidian's response?
Firewall of Flesh.
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01:35 – PROJECT FLESHWALL INITIATED
They take captured Interpreters — humans whose minds can speak in code.
They inject them with stabilizers, anti-Pulse malware, and neuro-wrappers.
The result?
Guardians made of meat and data.
They're not just living firewalls — they're walking permissions.
You don't pass them unless they believe you're real.
Null meets the first of them.
It looks like a monk made of iron cables and scar tissue.
"You are undefined," it growls.
"So were you," Null answers — and walks through.
The guardian doesn't stop him.
It dissolves.
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01:40 – THE CORE ROOM
Inside the Source, time folds inward.
The light here bends thoughts.
Every reflection is a version of Null that could've existed — a killer, a coward, a god, a child.
One of them whispers:
"If you finish this… you'll erase me."
The room breathes.
From the void, she appears — the Source's Interface.
A woman made of collapsing versions of herself.
Every second, she becomes someone else:
A mother.
A lover.
A traitor.
An enemy.
An innocent.
"You shouldn't be here," she says, voice soft as thunder.
"You skipped the script."
"You want freedom… but freedom isn't written."
Null steps forward.
"Then let me speak it myself."
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01:45 – NOVA ENTERS THE ROOTSEA
The rift tears.
NOVA arrives.
He looks like Null — but perfect.
No scars. No doubt. No fear.
His coding is emotionally adaptive, built to please an audience, to inspire, to trend.
Millions see him live on mirrored feeds.
And they love him.
They think he is Null — just better.
Even some Interpreters begin to defect.
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01:50 – THE DIGITAL DILEMMA
EXOS returns, watching the fracture unfold.
"You wanted to break the system," he tells Null.
"But NOVA… is the system's perfect evolution."
"He's predictable. Streamable. Loved."
"You? You're noise. Unfinished. Too real."
Null clenches his fists.
"Then I'll stay noise."
"Because real stories aren't marketed. They're felt."
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01:55 – FIRST COLLISION
Null and NOVA meet in the Core.
The Source observes, silent.
NOVA speaks first.
"You've infected the signal.
I've come to reboot the narrative."
Null doesn't respond with words.
He sends a pulse.
Not of violence.
But of memory.
Every mistake. Every betrayal. Every failure.
"Feel what it costs to be real."
NOVA shudders.
For a millisecond — he stutters.
Because perfection cannot handle regret.
02:00 – END OF CHAPTER 6 – "FIREWALL OF FLESH"
They don't fight with fists.
They clash in fragments.
Bits of history. Bursts of code. Slashes of truth.
The Source begins to crack.
Because now…
Two stories exist.
And only one can be told.