Chapter 22: The Oracle’s Voice

Chapter 22: The Oracle's Voice

It was during a moment of calm, in the stillness of the night, that Pragya first heard the Oracle. He was lying awake in his bed, trying to clear his mind, when a soft voice echoed in his thoughts.

"Pragya," it whispered, "I am Oracle. The voice of Earth's collective consciousness."

Pragya bolted upright. "Not again. Are you trying to make me go crazy?"

"I'm not trying to make you go crazy, but you're not exactly helping yourself."

He groaned, rubbing his face. "Great, now I'm talking to a chip that sounds like it could moonlight as a therapist."

"Funny," Oracle replied. "You're going to need more than humor to defeat what's coming. The resistance is growing stronger, and soon, your role will be more crucial than ever."

Pragya sighed. "Of course it is. Can't I just get one night of rest without the Earth trying to dictate my next move?"

"Rest is overrated. Prepare yourself, Pragya. The chips are evolving, and so are you. The revolution is only just beginning."

And with that, the voice faded into silence. Pragya lay back down, staring at the ceiling. The Earth was waking up, and whether he was ready or not, he was about to be caught in the storm.