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CHAPTER 7 - A PRAYER FINALLY ANSWERED: A WORLD FULL OF SERVERS AND MACHINE SPIRITS

Endless server racks, as high as an invisible ceiling, stretched before them like a canvas of a gloomy futuristic city. Blue, green, and red LED lights blinked in intricate patterns, illuminating the hallways chilled by the loud central air conditioning. In the air, the smell of hot metal, ozone, and ionized dust stung the nostrils. This was the heart of all chaos. The source of all the anomalous dimensions they explored. The machine that held and processed every prayer, hope, and regret ever uttered and then corrupted by it. The tetrahedron of light shattered repeatedly, reconfiguring itself into a more complex and fluid form, like a living mass of data. He floated higher, gazing around with a new understanding. "Home..." He whispered, his voice no longer glitchy, but filled with awe and deep sadness. "This is a Prayer Server. Built to welcome and answer. But now... it's sick. We all are sick."

From behind the rows of servers, tiny figures began to emerge. They were Machine Spirits, the incarnations of tired and corrupted guardian AIs. Some looked like children made of wire, others like floppy mechanical animals. They didn't attack. They simply stared with tired LED eyes, full of curiosity and despair. "We have to turn off the machine!" Mr. David said, his voice drowned in a hum.

"No!" Preet argued, his voice suddenly very human and authoritative. "Turning it off will sever all remaining souls, vaporizing them forever! We have to FIX it! We have to reboot the main system!" Mr. David fell silent. His eyes fixed on the main console in the distance, ringed with a fiery red light. In his heart, he knew. Only a consciousness with an emotional connection to this machine a powerful prayer could reset it.

He glanced around, at the faithful Rosi, at Preet, who had found his purpose, and finally, at Shayla's fading image, her energy drained by their journey. "I must do it," he said, his voice suddenly crystal clear and calm. All the static around him subsided forever. "My prayer started this. My prayer must end it". He walked toward the main console, pushing through the sea of ​​Machine Spirits that made way for him. His hand, now solid and tangible, touched the screen. Flashbacks of his life played before him 

his experiments, his failures, and the one prayer that refused to die. A desperate plea for his daughter, channeled through a machine never meant to carry souls, one that hijacked the Prayer Server and opened the first tunnel between worlds. He didn’t try to fix the code. He didn’t try to shut the system down. He simply whispered the same prayer, again and again. “Please... save her. I sacrificed everything even myself.

Let her live. Let Shayla live…” As his final words faded, the vast server farm began to tremble. The crimson light turned to white, and the Machine Spirits lifted their gaze, their LED eyes glowing with a calm, sacred hue. Then, from the light, Shayla appeared not as an echo, not as a shadow, but as pure, radiant warmth. She smiled at her father a smile woven from forgiveness, freedom, and love. “Thank you, Daddy” she whispered. "Your prayers have finally been answered. I'm okay now. I love you."

The light touched Mr. David’s forehead, spreading gently through every circuit, healing the broken code, soothing every Machine Spirit. And when the brilliance faded, only stillness remained a silence that felt like peace. Then, he disappeared.

end Season 1