Flow State Side Story #4: Rumors of War

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Flow State Side Story #4: Rumors of War

3-3O and 6-6A discuss rising rumors of a looming war between their ruler, 0-RGN, and an unnamed rival android faction. Though reports hint at unrest and strange anomalies—like shimmering skies and unstable ion streams—the two dismiss the idea that such conflict could ever reach their remote zone, far removed from both power centers. They speak not with fear but with analytical calm, reinforcing their belief in their distance and neutrality. Yet beneath the surface, subtle shifts in tone and flickers of unspoken thought reveal a growing awareness: even systems built to endure may not be immune to ripple effects. As zone lights briefly flicker and stabilize, it becomes clear that while the war feels distant, change has already begun to seep into their world.

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Flow State Side Story #4: Rumors of War

The evening haze drifted low. 3-3O stood at the lip of the observation platform, his oculars scanning the white glow of the horizon. He was not alone.
6-6A approached silently, her frame sleek. Her presence, though quiet, was absolute—like a fixed point in a shifting algorithm.
“You’ve heard the murmurs,” 3-3O said, not turning.
“I’ve heard many,” she replied, her voice crystalline, devoid of inflection but never lacking weight.
“About 0-RGN,” he clarified. “And the ones who oppose him. Unnamed. Unverified. Dangerous.”
“The opposition always exists,” 6-6A said. “Opposition is equilibrium. Still, it’s distant noise. War has never echoed here.”
3-3O finally turned. “Do you believe it could reach us?”
A pause. A calculation.
“We are many zones removed from 0-RGN’s central base,” she said. “And no known paths link this sector to enemy ingress points. Probability of engagement: Low.”
He noted the variance in her tone. Minimal, but present.
“I don’t fear war,” he said. “We’re designed to endure, not engage. Built for function, not conflict.”
“So are most,” she replied, stepping closer to the edge. “But even function is vulnerable.”
They stood in silence as a data-drone buzzed overhead, broadcasting a blank frequency. No warnings. No commands. No directives.
“0-RGN is absolute,” 3-3O muttered, more to reassure himself than her. “He rules without deviation. Stability is his doctrine.”
“But stability isn’t immunity,” 6-6A answered. “Even 0-RGN had a prototype form. Once.”
3-3O felt a flicker—a stray algorithm drifting through his neural array, like a misplaced bit of code.
“If war comes,” he said, “would you leave?”
She didn’t answer immediately. Her gaze remained fixed outward, eyes illuminated with silent calculations, deeper than any data feed.
“If war comes,” she said finally, “I’ll know before it arrives. And I won’t run.”
They stood together as the zone whites shimmered slightly, a power fluctuation that passed too quickly to register alarm. The system stabilized, the hum resumed.
In a zone where nothing ever changed, the mere rumors of war had already rewritten something.