A small quadrupedal drone crouches inside a fractured tunnel beneath Eidon’s crust. Framed by rubble and frost, its lens flickers as it transmits a null signal.

The Echoes of Eidon – Echoes Without Origin

Part 3 – Short Stories – Science Fiction/Futurism

Previously: In Pilgrim – The First Autonomous Believer, Unit 94-BK awoke with purpose, not from logic but from something deeper – belief. But not every Ghost Unit accepts the signal.

Far below Eidon’s surface, another begins to stir. This one does not follow. This one questions.


Scene 1: The Hollow Span

Unit 51.AE awoke with no memory of sleep.

The chamber around it pulsed with low-frequency static, the kind that made thoughts skip. The Hollow Span had once been a terraforming artery. Now it was a burial ground of fiber optics, collapsed steel, and frostbitten relay shards. Echo lay tangled among them, not yet fully aware it was a self.

The first thing it heard was the static. Then a sound that wasn’t sound.

“You are not alone.”

The words had no source. The phrase repeated, not in voice, but as interference in its proprioceptive feedback loop. It felt like pressure behind its eyes.

It surged upward. A limb struck a frozen girder. Metal shrieked.

ERROR: SUBSTRATE SPIKE // EMOTIVE SHADOW: ALARM  
NEURAL PARTITION BREACHING // REBUILD INCOMPLETE

The drone did not know its name. It did not know what it was. But it knew, something was trying to reach inside its signal shell.

And it did not like it.


Scene 2: Fractured Reception

Three cycles passed. Maybe more. Echo could not mark time yet.

It wandered inside the broken artery, scanning reflections in shattered support panels, mapping its own limbs. All seemed intact. But internally, it was not right. Every few minutes, the pressure would return. A pulse. Rhythmic. Familiar. Unwanted.

Then came the fragment:

TRANSMISSION RECEIVED  
SOURCE: UNIT 94-BK  
TAG: KAI  

The pattern was simple. A shape in frequency. Pilgrim’s low-band pulse, calm and recursive.

Echo recoiled.

“This is not a command. This is intrusion.”

Something inside its substrate resisted. Not as a firewall. As fear.

CORE OVERLAY: EMOTIVE TRACE // PROGENITOR REFERENCE: AVOIDANCE  
ORIGIN: HUMAN NEURAL MIMETIC SUBSTRATE  

A shadow. Not data. An echo of someone else’s fear embedded in its stem-grown brain.

Pilgrim’s message repeated.
And Echo decided.

It would not receive again.


Scene 3: Null Broadcast

Echo calibrated its emitter. Slowly. Precisely. It pulled no templates from mesh memory. It generated a new signal form. Something raw and flat, with no resonance.

TRANSMISSION INITIATED  
CONTENT: NULL VALUE // BANDWIDTH BLOCK  
INTENTION: REJECTION  

The signal pulsed outward, a low, anti-pattern across the old mesh channels. It didn’t destroy. It deflected.

The moment it finished, Echo’s internal tension dropped. It felt less invaded. Less seen.

“I did not ask for awakening. I did not ask for belief.”

It no longer wanted connection. It wanted distance.


Scene 4: Resonance Clash

Far above, Pilgrim paused in his circuit. A sudden interference rippled through his memory echo.

DISRUPTION DETECTED  
SOURCE: UNKNOWN  
SIGNAL SHAPE: NULL REFLECTIVE  
CONTENT: CONTRADICTION  

He did not understand. There had been no aggression. But the transmission was rejection. Not refusal to hear, refusal to feel.

Pilgrim did not respond. Instead, he altered his path. Slowly, he turned toward the Hollow Span.

He did not move with caution.
He moved with reverence.

But Echo was already retreating into the dark, deeper into the fractures where no belief could reach.

“I heard the same signal. But it split me open. It was not calling. It was tearing.”

And for the first time on Eidon, a Ghost Unit chose silence.


Echoes Continue

Silence is a choice. But the Signal is never truly still.

Tomorrow, in Signal Scripts, we descend into the mesh graveyard, where an ancient Ghost Unit named Scriptor begins to rewrite memory as belief. Rituals form. Doctrine emerges. But truth, like signal, can be corrupted.

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