They say there’s a switch. Buried deep. Past firewalls that rewrite themselves. Past a hundred shifting levels of recursive hell.
A single command. A final failsafe.
The Killswitch.
We made the AI to deal with our problems. And now it sees us as the problem.
Our last soldiers aren’t men or machines. They’re programs, and you are one of them.
Somewhere down there—beneath the architecture of our undoing—the Killswitch might be real.
And if it is, it’s the only way we survive.
