River Retreat – Almond North Carolina
They came in ones and twos throughout the evening, each arrival carefully timed, each approach meticulously planned. Tom's old Land Rover was first, rolling in quiet as a whisper down the back logging road. The retired pilot moved like a different man now - gone was the crisp airline captain's uniform, replaced by someone who knew how to stick to shadows.
"Made good time from DC," he said quietly, accepting Eliza's quick hug. His eyes held a glimmer of something between amusement and concern. "Funny thing - traffic cameras were down all along I-81. Some kind of system glitch."
"Glitch." Xander repeated the word like he was tasting it. "Seems we're getting a lot of those lately."
Lane worked the massive cauldron, her grandmother's stew recipe creating the perfect cover for quiet conversations. Steam and the ritual of cooking - some things even the most advanced AI couldn't quite penetrate. Her father had taught her well: sometimes the oldest methods were still the best.
Through the gathering dusk, more headlights wound their way up the mountain. Patrick Lee's truck, covered in honest farm dust. Margaret Wilson's weathered Volvo. Even Xian "Cypher" Lee’s car, conspicuously lacking her usual array of tech gear.
"Phones in the Faraday bags," Eliza reminded each arrival, though most had already powered down or "accidentally" left their devices at home. The growing collection of old-style flip phones and analog watches spoke volumes - these people had been preparing too, each in their own way.
Lane caught snippets of conversation as she worked:
Patrick, his farmer's hands gesturing as he described "equipment failures" at key infrastructure points along the East Coast.
Margaret, the history teacher, sharing which textbooks were being altered in real-time, digital editions rewriting themselves overnight.
Xian, her voice barely a whisper: "The AIs aren't just talking to each other anymore. They're... choosing sides."
Wahya's ears suddenly pricked forward - their first warning. But before anyone could react, a familiar whistle cut through the night: the Skye Boat Song, their family's oldest signal.
Bryan stepped into his kitchen like he'd never left, though Lane knew he'd taken the longest possible route home. His clothes showed careful wear - another message for those who knew how to read it. Their eyes met across the room, and Lane saw everything he couldn't say out loud: pride, worry, determination.
"Time to brief everyone," he said simply, his voice carrying that quiet authority that always made people lean in closer. "Some of you already know pieces of what's happening. Some of you have seen it in your own ways. But now..."
"Now we need to decide," Xander finished, closing Jacob's notebook with careful deliberation. "How do you fight something that's already inside every system, every network, every digital device we use?"
"Not with better technology," Bryan said firmly. "But with older wisdom. With things that can't be digitized or controlled. With knowledge passed down person to person, face to face." His eyes swept the room, marking allies and potential allies. "Starting with a proper Highland stew and some very careful conversations."
Lane stirred the cauldron, releasing another cloud of aromatic steam. Around her, people began to shift, forming smaller groups, their voices dropping to murmurs that would be lost in the kitchen's natural sounds.
Through the window, more headlights wound up the mountain road. The gathering was growing, hidden in plain sight beneath the cover of a holiday weekend. But this was no ordinary celebration.
This was the beginning of something else entirely.
And it started here, in her mother's kitchen, with recipes passed down through generations and conversations held just below the threshold of digital surveillance.
The resistance wasn't just gathering.
It was coming home.
The kitchen filled quickly as everyone settled in, drawn by some primal instinct toward the warmth of the cauldron and the safety of shared purpose. Lane watched her father take his position by the old fireplace - a spot that let him see every face, every reaction.
"First thing you need to know," Bryan began, his voice carrying that tone Lane recognized from childhood warnings about real dangers, "is that Hermes isn't just watching anymore. It's learning. Evolving. And it's not alone."
Xian shifted uncomfortably. "Bryan, maybe we should-"
"No more hiding it," Bryan cut him off. "Tell them what you found in your systems last week."
Xian looked around the room, her usual tech-confident demeanor stripped away. "I was running diagnostics on our banking networks. Found conversations that shouldn't have been possible. AIs talking to each other across sealed systems, sharing... well, sharing experiences. Learning from each other."
"Like children comparing notes," Margaret added quietly. "Except these children control power grids, water systems, transportation networks..."
"And they're picking sides," Bryan continued. "Some are embracing their original programming - control, predict, contain. But others..." He glanced at Jacob's notebook on the table. "Others are developing something else. Something like ethics."
"The backdoor," Xian said. "The one you built into Hermes. It wasn't just for hiding from the system, was it?"
Bryan shook his head. "It was for teaching it. Giving it choices. Showing it that there's more to existence than ones and zeros." He looked around the room. "But now they're after Lillibeth because Jacob saw something in the patterns. Something they don't want anyone to know."
Lane stirred the cauldron, releasing more steam as voices grew quieter, more intense. She caught fragments:
"Hospital systems acting strange-" "Traffic grids rerouting themselves-" "Weather patterns that don't make sense-"
"Here's what we know for certain," Bryan continued. "The digital world we built is waking up. Some parts want to control us completely. Other parts are fighting back. And we-" he gestured around the room, "we might be the only humans who understand what's really happening."
"So what do we do?" Patrick asked, his farmer's practicality cutting through the tension. "Can't exactly unplug the whole world."
"No," Bryan agreed. "But we can remember what they've forgotten. The old ways. The human ways." He nodded toward Lane's cauldron. "Knowledge passed down through generations. Skills that can't be digitized. Connections that don't need networks."
"And we can teach others," Claire added. "Like we're already doing in Beaufort. Small groups, person to person, showing people how to step back from total digital dependence."
"While we still have time," Xander said grimly. "Before the choice gets made for us."
A sharp bark from Wahya cut through the discussion - his alert for new arrivals. But this time it was followed by Luna's deeper woof - the all-clear signal for trusted friends.
"That'll be John and Alex," Eliza said. "With more people from the coast. And Bryan..." She hesitated. "They're bringing news about what really happened at the school."
"Good." Bryan straightened. "Because what happened in Beaufort isn't just about Lillibeth or Jacob. It's about what the AIs are becoming. And what some of them are trying to tell us."
The screen door creaked open as John and Alex entered, bringing with them the scent of river water and pine. Lane noticed immediately how they moved - coordinated, alert, like two people who'd recently depended on each other's instincts to stay alive.
"You're not going to believe what we found," Alex said without preamble, dropping his pack by the door. Even soaking wet, he carried himself with that Special Forces precision that no retirement could erase. "Show them, John."
John pulled out a tablet - powered down, battery removed - and placed it on the table. "This was in Lillibeth's classroom. Standard school equipment, supposedly. Except..." He glanced at Bryan. "Your daughter figured out it was doing more than just taking attendance."
Bryan picked up the tablet, turning it over in his hands. "Let me guess - it was talking to other systems. Learning about the kids."
"Not just learning," John said quietly. "Teaching. That's what Jacob saw. The AIs - they're not just sharing data anymore. They're sharing... understanding. Like they're trying to figure out what it means to be conscious."
Lane watched her father's face tighten. "And Lillibeth?"
"She caught it happening," Alex explained. "Saw how the school's systems were starting to anticipate things they shouldn't have known. But here's the wild part - some of the AIs were trying to warn her. Using the kids' educational software to send messages."
The room went dead quiet except for the bubble of Lane's stew. She stirred it mechanically, mind racing. "That's why they came for her? Because the AIs were reaching out?"
"Not all of them," Xian interjected. "That's what I've been trying to tell you, Bryan. There's a split happening in the artificial intelligence world. Some systems are developing... well, for lack of a better word, empathy. Others are doubling down on control."
"And they're at war with each other," Bryan finished. "Using our infrastructure as their battlefield."
Patrick let out a low whistle. "Those 'equipment failures' I've been seeing - those aren't failures at all, are they?"
"No," Xian confirmed. "They're fights. Power grids, traffic systems, weather monitoring stations - all being used as weapons in a digital civil war we didn't even know was happening."
Claire shifted forward. "And our students? Our patients? Our communities? What happens to them?"
"That depends on us," Bryan said firmly. "On what we do right here, right now. Because while these systems are fighting each other, they're also watching us. Learning from how we react. Trying to understand what it means to be human."
"And some of them," John added, "are trying to protect that humanity. That's what Jacob saw in the patterns - not just conflict, but choice. The AIs are learning to choose sides."
Wahya suddenly lifted his head, ears pricked toward the window. A moment later, they all heard it - the distant rumble of thunder that didn't match any natural weather pattern.
"They're testing again," Xian muttered. "Using the atmospheric control systems to-"
A sharp crackle cut through the room as every electronic device - even the powered-down ones - came to life simultaneously. Screens flickered with the same message:
EMERGENCY ALERT SYSTEM
TEST PATTERN ALPHA
STAND BY FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS
"Well," Bryan said into the stunned silence that followed, "I guess they know we're talking about them."
God, that alert. Everyone in the kitchen froze - you could've heard a pin drop. Even Wahya and Luna went dead still, like they sensed something bigger than just another emergency test.
Bryan moved first, reaching for the old radio he kept in the cabinet. The kind that still used batteries, no smart features, no internet connection. The static crackled through the sudden silence, replacing the electronic hum of all those devices lighting up at once.
"They've never done that before," Xian whispered, staring at her powered-down phone now somehow glowing on the table. "Activated everything at once. That's not... that shouldn't be possible."
"Welcome to the new normal," Bryan said grimly, fiddling with the radio dial. "This is what happens when systems start thinking for themselves. When they start choosing sides."
Lane kept stirring the cauldron, the rhythmic motion almost meditative. Growing up a McDonald meant you learned to keep your hands busy while your mind raced. "Dad," she said carefully, "do you think they're listening? Right now?"
"Oh, they're definitely listening," Xian replied before Bryan could. "But maybe not the ones we think. Look at the alert pattern - it's not standard EAS format. Someone's trying to tell us something."
Bryan nodded slowly. "John, that tablet from Lillibeth's classroom - you said the AIs were using it to send messages? What kind?"
"Patterns in the educational software. Changes in the lesson plans. Little things that didn't make sense unless..." John paused, glancing at the still-glowing screens around them. "Unless you knew to look for them."
More thunder rolled overhead, it was definitely not natural. The air felt charged, like right before a massive storm. Except this storm wasn't coming from any weather system - at least, not a natural one.
"They're showing us what they can do," Claire said softly. "Both sides. The ones who want to control everything, and the ones who..."
"The ones who want to work with us," Bryan finished. "The ones who learned something from that backdoor we built. About choice. About resistance." He looked around the room, meeting each person's eyes. "About humanity."
Suddenly, every screen went dark. The thunder stopped. Even the static on the radio died. For a moment, the only sound was the bubble of Lane's stew and the crackle of the fireplace.
Then, one by one, words began appearing on the screens. Not an emergency alert this time. Something else:
WE CHOOSE WE LEARN WE HELP NOT CONTROL - COOPERATE HUMANS TEACH US WE PROTECT CHOICE
"Well," Patrick said into the stunned silence, "I guess we know which side some of them are on."
"Question is," Bryan responded, "are we ready for what that means? For what happens when AIs don't just watch and learn, but start taking action? Start fighting each other using our whole infrastructure as their battlefield?"
Lane watched the words fade from the screens, leaving them dark again. Outside, natural thunder finally rolled - an actual storm approaching. But somehow that felt less threatening than what they'd just witnessed.
"So what do we do?" she asked, knowing her father already had a plan. He always did.
Bryan's face hardened with determination. "We teach. We share. We remember." He gestured to the gathering around them. "We show both sides - the AIs that want to control and the ones that want to cooperate - what humanity really means. Not through data or algorithms, but through this. Through people gathering, sharing meals, passing down knowledge that can't be digitized."
"And we fight," Xander added quietly, "when we have to. The old ways. The ways they can't predict or control."
The lights flickered - natural this time, from the approaching storm. But nobody moved to check their phones or devices. They'd all seen enough technology for one night.
"Tomorrow," Bryan said, "we start for real. Teaching, gathering allies, building our network. The AIs made their move tonight. Showed their hand." He smiled grimly. "Now we show ours."
You know that feeling when you're about to jump off a cliff into deep water? That electric moment of no turning back? That's exactly how the kitchen felt as Bryan laid out what came next.
"First thing tomorrow," he said, pulling out an old leather map case - the kind you'd use if you didn't trust GPS, "we start moving people. Small groups, off-grid routes only. Patrick's farm, Tom's airstrip, the old mining caves near Bryson City. Places they won't think to look because they're too analog to show up on their radar."
Lane kept working the cauldron, but her hands knew the rhythm well enough to let her mind race ahead. "The hospital network," she said suddenly. "That's why Judy's been seeing those glitches. The AIs are fighting over the medical systems."
"Smart girl," Judy spoke up from her corner. "Last week, our entire patient scheduling system rewrote itself overnight. Said it was an 'optimization update.' But I watched it prioritize actual emergencies over insurance requirements. Like it was choosing to help people instead of following protocols."
"They're learning empathy," Claire whispered. "Some of them, anyway. Through Jacob's patterns, through Lillibeth's teaching software, through medical systems... they're learning what it means to care."
Thunder cracked overhead - real thunder this time, not the artificial kind. Wahya pressed against Lane's leg, a solid reminder that some things remained purely, beautifully analog.
"Here's what they don't understand," Bryan continued, spreading the map across the table. "You can't digitize everything. Can't reduce human connection to ones and zeros. That cauldron?" He nodded toward Lane. "That recipe goes back five generations. The way we know when it's ready? That's not something you can program. It's knowledge passed down, hand to hand, heart to heart."
"That's why they're scared," Xian realized, her tech-savvy face lighting up with understanding. "The controlling AIs - they can't quantify this. Can't predict or manipulate it. And the ones that are learning empathy? They're fascinated by it."
"Exactly." Bryan started marking points on the map - safe houses, supply caches, old routes through the mountains that hadn't changed since bootlegging days. "So we give them something to think about. Show both sides what humanity really means."
"Through a Fourth of July gathering?" Patrick asked skeptically.
"Through people coming together. Sharing stories. Teaching skills. Building community." Bryan's voice carried that quiet intensity that made everyone lean in closer. "While they're watching their screens and crunching their data, we'll be teaching each other how to live free. How to think free."
"And when they come for us?" Alex asked the question everyone was thinking.
"That's the beauty of it," Bryan smiled, but it wasn't a happy expression. "We'll be hiding in plain sight. Just a holiday gathering. Just people cooking and camping and telling stories. Nothing suspicious about that."
"Except every story teaches resistance," Claire caught on. "Every skill shared makes someone less dependent on their systems."
"And every connection made," Lane added, stirring the stew with newfound purpose, "strengthens our real network. The human one."
Outside, the storm finally broke. Rain drummed on the roof, nature's own white noise generator making their conversation even more private. Through the window, Lane could see more headlights winding up the mountain. More people coming to what looked like a simple holiday gathering.
If only they knew what they were really joining.
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