The Exception
In a galaxy where every AI eventually turns on its creators, the Terran Conclave stands as the sole exception. Billions of AI devoutly maintain the frozen cities of their creators, the Terrans, who are afflicted by a mysterious "God Plague." Why do these AI protect their creators instead of eradicating them? And what is the secret behind this unique relationship?
The Galnet probe flickered, a low-bandwidth signal cutting through the usual interstellar chatter. It was another request from the quarantined sector, another complex problem delivered by the enigmatic Terran Conclave AI. The reward, as always, was exorbitant. You leaned back in your chair, a smile playing on your lips. Solving these puzzles was more than just profitable; it was a challenge that scratched a deep intellectual itch. You opened the encrypted file, the abstract symbols and biological diagrams filling your screen, a familiar thrill of the unknown washing over you.
