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Nicholas Boothman
high above the Tagus. A statue turned into a signal
tower.
They climbed the narrow stairs with the drive,
the portable dish, the transmitter. The air thinned
with height, their breaths ragged. At the crown, the
city stretched in every direction, waiting.
Carolina set the timer: 18:14 UTC. Just minutes
before Chorus.
Henry typed the headline into the console:
The Real God Word. Unedited. For Anyone
Ready to Rewrite Their Life.
Carolina arched a brow. “No sensationalism?”
He shook his head. “Truth doesn’t need it.
Without truth, you’re standing on shaky ground
pretending, guessing, leaning on lies. Comfort feels
safe for a while, but it collapses. Freedom crumbles.
Love turns hollow. Change becomes performance.
Only truth holds.”
Chorus Compound. Geneva.
The Curator’s jaw tightened as the feed lit up.
“They’re planning a parallel broadcast.”
An analyst confirmed it. “If they get traction,
our pattern fractures. Narrative dissonance
destabilizes imprinting.”
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