Edenfall Strategic Vault – Deep Black Archive Sector
"Myths are viruses," Director Revenant said.
"And he's spreading."
They stood at the edge of a sealed vault an ancient installation, buried beneath Edenfall's neural core. Most in the Directorate believed this place was a myth, a ghost folder in the blueprints. But here it was.
A door made of obsidian-alloy.
A lock that responded only to three DNA codes.
Revenant inserted her hand into the reader. Zehr and Kara Xe followed suit.
The lock turned.
With a hiss and a shudder, the door slid open.
Beyond it, Protocol Mnemosyne lay dormant unchanged since the first data wars.
The Weapon of Forgetting
The chamber pulsed with soft blue light, emanating from a half-sphere floating above a ritual-like platform. Around it, runes not magical, but neurolinguistic hashes circled in orbit, slowly rotating like mantras in code.
Zehr stepped forward. His voice was barely a whisper. "This… this isn't just a weapon."
Kara Xe nodded, eyes glassy. "It's a counter-myth. A force function built to sever belief, rewrite memory pathways across all human neural types."
Revenant spoke with finality.
"It's designed to erase legends."
"To make the world forget someone ever existed."
The Price
Hawkes' voice crackled over the encrypted comms from orbit.
"Is this necessary?" he asked. "We can still bomb him."
"No," Revenant replied. "You've seen what that did. We turned him into something beyond reach. We gave him the myth he needed."
Zehr stepped cautiously to the Mnemosyne terminal.
"Once we activate it, the protocol will propagate through every mind linked to the Collective Feed," he said. "People will remember... less. Emotionally, cognitively. It erodes the shape of Matherson from their thoughts."
"But," Kara Xe added gravely, "there's a cost."
Revenant looked to her. "Say it."
"It doesn't just delete the subject."
"It collapses every idea built around him. Every story. Every resistance thread that formed because of him. Entire movements, lost."
"It sterilizes meaning."
The room went silent.
Then Revenant said:
"Good."
Initiation
Zehr keyed in the seed phrase:
[mnemosyne:corrupt-ideal>>clean:truthless_era]
The sphere pulsed. Bright. Then dim. Then bright again. Around the world, subtle pulses began whispering into the neural web an idea, a silence, spreading invisibly.
People who once spoke Matherson's name suddenly found themselves stuttering.
Memories rewound, frayed.
Speeches forgotten. Videos glitched. Testimonies blurred into vagueness.
Across the resistance channels, panic began to ripple.
Kara Xe's voice was hollow. "We've begun erasing him."
"In a day, no one will remember what he was."
"In a week, they won't remember he existed."
Revenant turned away from the console.
"Let God rise," she said coldly. "Let him shine."
"We'll snuff out the world that believed in him."
But Deep Below
In the tunnels beneath Berlin, Matherson's eyes snapped open.
He gasped like drowning in silence. Like something had grabbed his name and yanked it from the world.
"They're... erasing me."
Nova turned to him, alarmed.
Ghostbyte looked at his vitals. "Your neural signature's destabilizing. What's happening?"
"They've activated something I can't trace. Something ancient."
His voice dropped to a whisper.
"They're trying to make me... unreal."