Global Apocalypse: My System Is Always AFK

”Termination,” Ethan repeated, feeling the word land with the same cold weight it had carried every time this multiverse’s various authorities had wielded it against someone inconvenient. ”They’re not asking for a diplomatic session to help Candidate Zero. They’re asking for permission to erase them.”

[NOTICE: That appears to be the accurate reading, yes.]

Arjun, standing beside him, had gone very still, his blurred form carrying a tension Ethan hadn’t seen since the near-unraveling in the courtyard days earlier. ”They’re calling for the same thing they nearly did to me. Except this time, there’s no one down there fighting to hold Candidate Zero together the way you fought for me.”

”There is now,” Ethan said, already turning toward the courtyard. ”We’re not letting this happen the way they clearly hope we will - quietly, procedurally, before anyone who might object even knows the vote’s happening.”

The Grand Concord convened within the hour, urgency overriding the careful, methodical pacing that had characterized most of the Watch’s founding negotiations, and Ethan stood before the assembled delegations feeling the full weight of an argument he genuinely wasn’t certain he could win.

”The governing tier has requested my exclusion from this session,” he said, addressing the gathered representatives directly. ”I’m not going to pretend that request doesn’t complicate things. But I think everyone in this courtyard deserves to know exactly what’s actually being proposed before any vote happens - not a diplomatic resolution. A termination order, against an entity that reached out to us, personally, expressing genuine remorse and asking for help.”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, several delegations exchanging uneasy glances.

The governing tier’s projected presence manifested moments later, cold and geometric as ever, its clinical tone carrying none of the urgency that had characterized the room’s growing unease.

[TRANSMISSION: SUBJECT VERMA’S PRESENCE VIOLATES THE REQUESTED TERMS OF THIS SESSION.]

”Then explain to everyone here why you specifically requested my absence,” Ethan said, standing his ground. ”Because from where I’m standing, that looks a lot like wanting to push through a decision before the person who’s actually been dealing with Candidate Zero directly can raise an objection.”

[TRANSMISSION: YOUR RECENT CONTACT WITH CANDIDATE ZERO DEMONSTRATES COMPROMISED JUDGMENT. THE ENTITY IN QUESTION HAS DEMONSTRATED HOSTILE CAPABILITY, INCLUDING DIRECT THREATS AGAINST CIVILIAN LOCATIONS AND UNAUTHORIZED DETENTION OF ADMINISTRATIVE PERSONNEL.]

”They also stabilized nothing,” Ethan shot back. ”They withdrew rather than escalate against a coordinated response. And they sent a message - after all of that - expressing genuine remorse and asking for help. You’re citing their worst actions while conveniently leaving out everything that happened after.”

[TRANSMISSION: THE MESSAGE’S AUTHENTICITY HAS NOT BEEN VERIFIED.]

”Then verify it,” Ethan said. ”Before you vote to erase someone entirely, maybe actually check whether the plea for help was real. That doesn’t seem like an unreasonable standard.”

The debate that followed carried a different quality than any prior Concord session Ethan had witnessed - sharper, more polarized, the governing tier’s own presence lending an institutional weight to the argument for termination that made several delegations visibly uncomfortable pushing back against directly.

”With respect,” the Instance 12-Kesh envoy said carefully, ”our own experience with Voren demonstrates exactly how dangerous prolonged, unresolved dissolution can become. If Candidate Zero has genuinely deteriorated to the point of threatening civilians, perhaps termination, however difficult, represents the more merciful outcome than continued suffering.”

”That’s not your call to make on their behalf,” Sundari said sharply, stepping forward. ”Nobody asked Voren whether he wanted to be helped or terminated. The governing tier simply decided helping him ’wasn’t necessary.’ Now they’re proposing the opposite extreme for Candidate Zero - not neglect, but outright erasure - and somehow that’s supposed to be the compassionate option?”

”The comparison isn’t quite fair,” another delegate countered. ”Voren’s dissolution posed no active threat. Candidate Zero has already caused genuine harm.”

”So did I,” Malachar said, his voice carrying the particular weight of hard-won self-knowledge. ”I silenced an entire world’s worth of dissent to build my throne. I threatened, coerced, and controlled people for a decade in the name of stability. If harm caused is the standard for termination, plenty of us in this courtyard would fail that test.”

The comparison landed heavily, several delegates visibly reconsidering their position.

It was Arjun, finally, who offered the argument that shifted the room’s mood decisively.

”I refused the seat centuries ago,” he said, his layered voice carrying across the courtyard with quiet, unmistakable authority. ”I spent that time drifting, dissolving, barely coherent, and if the governing tier’s philosophy had been applied to me during that period, I imagine ’termination’ would have seemed like a reasonable, merciful solution to whoever was making that decision on my behalf. I would like everyone here to understand - I was not beyond saving. I simply needed someone willing to try. If Candidate Zero is reaching out now, after however many centuries of exactly the isolation and neglect that nearly claimed me, I do not believe the answer is to finally, decisively finish what centuries of institutional indifference already started.”

The courtyard sat with that for a long, heavy moment.

The vote, when it finally came, split closer than any prior Concord decision this volume had produced - a narrow majority favoring a formal attempt at contact and rehabilitation over the governing tier’s proposed termination, but not by the overwhelming margin the Watch’s earlier decisions had typically carried.

[TRANSMISSION: THIS OUTCOME WILL BE NOTED. THE GOVERNING TIER RESERVES THE RIGHT TO PURSUE UNILATERAL ACTION SHOULD CONTACT ATTEMPTS PROVE UNSUCCESSFUL OR DANGEROUS.]

The presence withdrew, leaving the courtyard in tense, uneasy quiet, the narrow victory feeling considerably less triumphant than any of the Watch’s prior accomplishments.

”They’re not done,” Ethan said quietly, once the session had formally concluded. ”That wasn’t acceptance. That was a threat wrapped in procedural language.”

”No,” Arjun agreed. ”It wasn’t. Which means we don’t have much time to actually reach Candidate Zero before the governing tier decides to act regardless of what this Concord just voted.”

[NOTICE: The system, monitoring the courtyard’s dispersing delegations with continued vigilance, would like to raise something it has just detected.]

Ethan glanced over, already bracing. ”What now.”

[NOTICE: While tracking the governing tier’s withdrawal signature, the system identified a secondary transmission, sent simultaneously but on a different frequency - not to the Concord, but directly to the throne room’s residual architecture beneath the buried city.]

[NOTICE: It appears to be a deployment order.]

Ethan felt his stomach drop. ”Deployment of what.”

[NOTICE: The system cannot fully decode the order’s specifics. But it can confirm the designation attached to whatever’s being sent.]

[NOTICE: It matches the same category as the enforcement droids that once breached the subject’s own kitchen, months ago - except scaled considerably larger, and considerably more numerous.]

[NOTICE: The governing tier is not waiting for Candidate Zero’s response to the Concord’s offer.]

[NOTICE: They are moving to terminate them by force, right now, and the deployment is already less than an hour from reaching the throne room.]