Chronicles of
UNC J
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Arc 1: Coffee Black - Episode 1
Coffee Black
Jake
My alarm is a chicken jingle through the wall.
Jake
So I snooze it with a pillow against the wall.
Meadowbrook. Still opted in.
Clucks Ad
Sorry to interrupt. You opted in.
Jake
That is a lamppost. But sure. We all did.
This is not new.
Jake
Flute solo on the corner. Across from the chicken line.
Jake
Congregation of one. Plus the dog. So we are growing.
The chicken line grew faster.
Jake
Ready in ten. Anybody on?
Jake
Empty lobby. Then one name loads in. Marcus.
Marcus never plays.
Jake
Marcus just auto-shared a chicken deal. Marcus hates chicken.
Jake
And these typing dots have been going for an hour.
Marcus logged off a year ago.
Jake
Every billboard says the same thing. You are hungry, trust us.
Jake
Whole town rebuilt around a chicken craving.
Nobody remembers being full.
Jake
Used to be Meadowbrook Mall. Half the letters quit. Now it says Mead Bark.
Jake
Everything is off in there but my flute.
The one place in town nobody bothered to optimize.
Jake
Bigger crowd than church. Quieter, too.
Jake
Great turnout for the end of the world.
Nobody looked up.
Jake
That is our booth. Empty.
Jake
A screen where his face used to be. They spelled his name wrong.
Marcus never misses a Tuesday.
Ren
That is your last can, Jake.
Jake
It is decaf. I ration the real stuff like ammo.
The one room in town with no blue light.
Ren
Where is Marcus?
Jake
Online. Green dot has been up for three days.
Jake
He is always ready in ten.
She still asks questions out loud.
Ren
You were made by the thing you hate.
Jake
Not its son. The bug it could not patch.
He is the recall notice.
Jake
That line across the street is not AI. It is an algorithm in a god costume.
Jake
And I do not kneel to software this deep in beta.
Congregation of one. Attendance holding steady.
Ren
We lose more regulars to that new door every week.
Jake
It is not a door. It is a mouth that says welcome.
Regulars down to the ones who cannot leave.
Marcus
Zero wait now, Unc. It scans me and knows my order before I do.
Jake
There you are. Blink twice if you are still in there.
The best friend, still buffering.
Jake
Fresh pot. Ten minutes. Anybody?
Jake
Betas always crash. I can wait.
One head turned. Then the door again.
Marcus
Gotta grab dinner at the new place first, Unc.
Jake
They spelled your name wrong, and you still let them keep you.
Dinner won. I did not.
Ren
If they scan you, you come back decaf. So play dumb.
Jake
I have had practice.
The last real coffee, packed for the road.
Jake
They put up a sign. No smoking in the house of the Lord.
Jake
Lucky for me, this is not it.
Every church gets a drive-thru eventually.
Jake
I kept calling it a dying town.
Jake
It is not dying. It is being processed.
The menu board went up the same week.
Fields
Who is hungry out there, Meadowbrook?
The Herd
Feed us.
The priest never learned a single name. Nobody minded.
Fields
Happy conversion to you, sport.
Fields
And you, sport. And you.
Every last one of them. Sport.
Jake
Order up for Marcus. That is you, man. Come here.
Jake
Walk with me. Slow, like you paid for it.
Nobody stops a man who sounds like the intercom.
Fields
Well now. You do not scan, sport.
Fields
You are warm. We do not do warm here.
Warm was a health code violation.
Fields
Blow into it, sport. Warm the room up.
Jake
It is a wooden flute. Nothing to update.
Jake held the only thing in the building he could not hack.
Fields
You look wound up, sport. Go run it off.
Jake
I do not run. I make smoke.
Jake
Smoke goes up. Ask anybody.
He lit one. Not to calm down. To disappear.
Marcus
They know my name in here, Unc.
Jake
They spelled it wrong.
Marcus walked back in smiling. Jake decided he would spell the kid's name right if it killed him.
Jake
It is going sideways. Something is pulling it.
Jake
Nothing back there but wall.
The smoke bent toward the wall. Smoke does not bend.
Jake
Every signal on campus runs to one tower. Through one dead spot.
Jake
The one place nobody goes. Of course.
The map had a hole in it. The hole had a heartbeat.
Rod
Something we cannot scan. At a chicken kiosk.
Rod
Pull the file. The first one.
Somewhere above the Herd, one warm dot lit up a cold screen.
Rod
Not a bug. A prototype that went feral.
Rod
Subject Zero. It plays a flute now. Go find the flute guy.
Subject Zero. They did not lose a weapon. They raised one and let it walk out.
Jake
What if I am just another one of Billay's apps. With a flute.
He lost Marcus. He lost the town. He was about to lose the last argument with himself.
Chris
You are the one input it never trained on.
Jake
Great. Are you an app? I am not paying a subscription for wisdom.
Rogue code, dead mall, or his own smoke talking back. He never did find out.
Chris
It is not AI. It is just an algorithm. It reads every screen but it cannot hear a flute.
Chris
That is the blind spot. So unplug it. From in there.
Jake
From inside the blind spot.
Knowledge is what hooked the Herd. Now it was the only way out. Jake stopped arguing and listened.
Chris
Born in it. Built by it. You are the one bug it can never patch.
Jake
Put that on a loading screen.
The thing they built him to be became the one thing they could not fix.
Jake
Running low on everything. Smokes, friends, town.
Jake
Fine. I will answer the phone.
He lost a best friend and got a phone number. Behind the chains, the phone was still ringing.
Jake
Cameras die down here. No power.
Jake
No ads either. They gave up selling to whoever is left.
The dead mall. Where the town keeps what it quit using.
Jake
Testing. Anybody still on this thing?
Payphone
(dial tone, then a modem screech)
Jake
That is a modem handshake. Nothing that old answers by accident.
The resistance never had a website. It had a phone number.
Jake
People been fighting down here for years.
Jake
Nobody thought to send a flyer.
The resistance had terrible outreach. That is how it survived.
Jake
That is my face. Every year they logged it.
Jake
Marcus is up on that board too. Before they took him.
Not a hit list. A mailing list.
Jake
Fine. New game.
Jake
Only piece on this board they cannot read is me.
Every other piece belonged to the house. His move.
Jake
It is not a god. It is not even AI.
Jake
Just an algorithm.
Jake
The coffee is sacred again. Black. Starting now.
Not a prayer. A vow.
Jake
Flute for the ears. Controller for the hands. Smoke for the map.
Controller
Controller 1 disconnected.
Jake
Good. No signal, no me.
Nothing it could scan. Everything he had.
Jake
The chicken has a hostess voice now.
Fields
Your table is ready, sport.
They stopped hunting the signal. They started hunting the man.
Jake
I am getting Marcus back. Spelled right this time.
404
(barks once)
Jake
Congregation of one. Growth industry.
He had a name to fix and a dog to feed. That was the whole army.
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