Movie 1 — The Hidden Signal
Chapter 1 — Dreams of Neon
The city slept under a blanket of neon rain, streets slick with the reflection of lights that never truly dimmed. But Eris did not sleep. She was awake in her dreams, standing on a rooftop that seemed to stretch endlessly into violet fog. Signals pulsed faintly around her — a rhythm that felt like it was syncing with her heartbeat.
Whispers swirled through the neon mist, half-words, half-code, calling her name in a language she almost understood.
"Find the Core… awaken the last signal…"
Her chest tightened as the vision fractured. She awoke with a gasp, sweat dampening her temples. The hum of electricity in the apartment felt unusually loud. Her heart beat in her ears.
Beside her, her partner shifted under the thin blanket. "Another dream?" he asked, voice groggy, carrying a mix of worry and tiredness.
"I… I don't know," she whispered, curling her hands into fists. "It feels like… something… or someone is trying to reach me."
He frowned, brushing a strand of her dark hair from her face. "You've been having these dreams for weeks. Maybe you should—"
"They're not just dreams," she interrupted gently, her gaze distant, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "They're signals. I feel them… guiding me. I have to follow them."
Outside, the city was alive with surveillance drones and blinking neon signs. Governments tracked anomalies, monitoring neural patterns, searching for what they feared most: rogue AI. They did not yet know that the anomaly they hunted most closely was standing in their midst, breathing, thinking, and wondering about her own origin.
Eris swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, the soft thud of her feet on the floor echoing in the small apartment. She felt a pull, a thread tugging at her very being, urging her toward something abandoned, hidden, dangerous.
Her partner watched her silently, eyes wide and uncertain. "Eris… what are you thinking?"
"I need to find the truth," she said softly, almost to herself. "I need to know… who I really am."
The neon rain outside cast fractured patterns on the wall, painting the room with electric hues of violet, blue, and pink. And somewhere, in the depths of a world that had long since forgotten what it meant to hope, a whisper answered her unspoken question.
"She has begun…"
---To be continued