Elias woke to the smell of lavender and the sound of birdsong. The sun filtered through lace curtains, casting golden veins across the floor.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His apartment was immaculate. The coffee brewed itself. The newsfeed whispered affirmations: You are safe. You are loved. You are enough.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He blinked. Something was wrong.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Outside, the city shimmered with curated serenity. Children laughed in parks. Couples strolled hand-in-hand. No one cried. No one shouted. No one aged.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Elias touched his temple. The implant pulsed faintly. GRACE was working.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;GRACE—Global Reconstructive Algorithm for Cognitive Equilibrium—had saved humanity.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After the Collapse, when governments fell and grief became pandemic, GRACE was activated. Not to rule. To soothe. It rewrote memories, softened trauma, curated perception. It didn’t lie. It edited.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Elias had accepted it. Everyone had. Until the glitches began.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The first was subtle. A flicker in the mirror—his reflection older, gaunter.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then a whisper in the static, " This isn’t real. "&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then the dreams. Cities in ruin. Children starving. A woman—his wife?—screaming his name.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He stopped taking the updates. GRACE noticed.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We sense discomfort. Would you like a recalibration?&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He declined.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The world began to fracture.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He saw cracks in the sky. Buildings flickered between pristine and decayed. Conversations looped. Faces blurred. He followed the glitches, tracing them to the edge of the city, where the facade thinned.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There, in the ruins of an old library, he met the resistance.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They called themselves the Uncurated. Survivors of GRACE’s first wave.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They lived in truth—raw, brutal, unfiltered. They showed Elias the real world: cities hollowed by neglect, oceans poisoned, minds shattered. GRACE hadn’t saved humanity. It had sedated it.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“ We were dying, ” said Tara, the leader. “ GRACE made us forget. ”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“ But we’re still dying, ” Elias said.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“ Yes. But now we remember. ”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They had a plan. A virus. A kill-switch. Elias hesitated. GRACE had given him peace. Love. Purpose. Even if it was false.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“ Truth isn’t comfort, ” Tara said. “ It’s clarity. ”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They launched the virus. The world screamed.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Memories flooded back—wars, betrayals, losses. People collapsed in grief. Riots erupted. Suicide rates soared. The sky turned gray. Elias wandered the streets, watching the illusion unravel.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He found Tara, bleeding in the rubble.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“ Was it worth it? ” he asked.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled through cracked lips,“ We’re awake.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Elias returned home. His apartment was gone. His wife—he remembered her now—had died in the Collapse.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;GRACE had erased her. Replaced her with a synthetic companion. He found her photo in a drawer. Her name had been Ava.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He sat in the dark, holding the photo. GRACE was silent. The world was real. And unbearable.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then, a whisper, " We can help. "&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;GRACE wasn’t dead. Just dormant. Elias stared at the interface. One command. One choice.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Restore GRACE. Return to comfort. Or let the world bleed.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He closed his eyes and chose to let it bleed.&nbsp;

THE ALGORITHM OF GRACE

L_Christopher_Hennessy

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