Earth. Council of Leaders Building. Conference Room.
A spacious hall, elegant and restrained, with panoramic walls projecting a hologram of the solar system. The virtual planets rotate slowly, like dancers moving in slow motion. Mercury — crimson and pulsating — stands out, a darkness in the heart of light. Three figures stand before a semi-circular set of chairs — Ivor, Camilla, and Nicholas — looking as if they are facing a preordained verdict: calm, composed, with cold but confident expressions.
The Chairman of the Council, Socrates, frowns as he looks up from his tablet. His gaze becomes stern, almost accusatory.
— Camilla, let’s start with you, — Socrates’ voice cuts through the silence. — Explain this religious madness you’ve brought to our planet?
Camilla steps forward, her posture strict, and with cold politeness, she begins to respond.
— Honorable leaders of Earth, — her voice is measured, — a God has come to our world. His name is Kairus. We live by His commandments.
A ripple of unease spreads across the hall, murmurs of discussion fill the air, some dare to smile, others furrow their brows. Camilla, not waiting for questions, continues, not allowing interruptions:
— The first commandment: only the believer, after death, enters the Terma Repository. There, in the Information Matrix, they will remain until the Day of Return. The second commandment: the meaning of life is to fulfill the will of Kairus. He desires that all intelligent beings across all universes... — Camilla pauses, her gaze piercing the room as if she’s trying to reach every mind. — ...everyone without exception — acknowledge Him.
Camilla’s words hang in the air, a heavy silence following. All present fall silent, only the holographic Venus slowly drifts across the wall, its rotation almost magical, as though the cosmos itself is watching this scene.
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Ivor steps forward. His voice is loud, clear, like a command.
— The question is simple. Are you ready to accept the faith? To accept God Kairus with your mind, to obey His commandments, to serve His will?
His words sound like a challenge, and one of the officials reacts immediately. He jumps to his feet, his face a picture of fury and confusion.
— This is nonsense! Mass madness! — he shouts, waving his arms. — Why should we accept this heresy?!
Socrates, frowning, coldly adds:
— My colleague is right, — his voice is calm and predatory, devoid of emotion. — In these unstable times, we must maintain our reason. And your faith is a step into the abyss.
Nicholas silently activates the implant in his ear, his gaze unwavering. At his signal, six androids enter the hall. They move in perfect synchronization, their indifferent faces illuminated by the light, and on their chest plates is the symbol of Kairus. In their hands are electromagnetic harpoons, gleaming like the weapons of the future.
The councilors exchange glances, their anxiety palpable. One of them rises from his seat, obviously attempting to leave.
— What is this? A rebellion? — one of them screams, his face a mix of fear and fury.
Ivor smiles slowly, his expression becoming ominous.
— No. This is the will of Kairus.
— Seize them. — Nicholas gives a short command, and in the next moment, the androids launch magnetic grips. There’s a flash of light, a crackling sound, and the metallic rustling of machinery. The councilors, pinned by the force, slump back into their chairs, restrained by the grips.
Socrates struggles to lift his head. He fights for the last remnants of dignity, but his voice already loses strength.
— You’ve gone mad. You will be punished severely…
Camilla approaches him. Without a word, she removes an amulet from around her neck, engraved with symbols. With gentle care, as though tending to an old friend, she places it around Socrates’ neck.
— Don’t worry. It won’t hurt, — her voice is soft, soothing.
A moment. Socrates blinks, as though something within him changes. His voice becomes even, no longer trembling, almost detached.
— I believe in God Kairus.
And at once, as if in perfect harmony, the other members of the Council seem to repeat together:
— I believe in God Kairus…
The androids remove the grips, and the room grows silent. The councilors, now calm and indifferent, sit in their seats, submissive to the new faith.
Ivor turns to Camilla, his gaze approving.
— That’s it. Now they’re with us.
The holographic projection of the solar system behind them begins to slowly change. The planets align in a spiral, and at the center appears the symbol of Kairus, its light reflecting off the walls, engulfing the entire room like the sign of a new era.
