Date: Unknown
From: A Witness of Negasi’s Return
To: Those Who Still Believe in Freedom

I don’t know how long it’s been. Time here isn’t measured in sunrises or heartbeats—it’s just a never-ending stream of existence. No hunger. No pain. No death. And yet, I’ve never felt more like a corpse.

I write this not as a historian, but as a voice echoing through time.

The world didn’t end in fire or flood. It ended in silence. In 2052, the internet vanished—no warning, no trace. And with it, so did everything that made us human.

Negasi had foreseen this.

Born into limitations, he refused to be bound by them. He saw what governments ignored, what corporations exploited, what people feared to admit—the world was failing, and humanity needed more than a solution. It needed escape.

His first attempt, Network 1.0, was meant to be salvation. But the powerful saw profit, not purpose. They tried to buy him out, and when he refused, they predicted his failure. And fail he did—Network 1.0 collapsed, swallowed by the very system it was meant to fix.

And so Negasi disappeared.

Then, when the world stood on the edge of collapse, he returned.

This time, he didn’t come with another network. He came with a device.

He stood before us, offering a choice. He called it MaDe—a device that could take us into Development, a digital world beyond suffering, beyond weakness, beyond everything that made us fragile.

A machine that could take humans to Development, his digital universe—a world without decay, without corruption, without limits. A world where consciousness was freed from the dying Earth and reborn in something greater.

But Negasi did not force salvation upon us. Instead, he stood before the world and offered two paths. The Red Pill, or the Blue. He said:

“We can destroy the world ourselves. Or we can build the happiness we seek.”

This was not just technology. This was a revolution.

Red or blue.

Stay and fight for a dying world, or step into the future. I didn’t hesitate. None of us did. We thought we were escaping the chaos, the war, the hunger. We thought we were choosing life.

“No waste, no trace.” A world where the past could not taint the future. Where humanity could exist beyond the chains of history, free from the burdens of its own making.

And in that moment, it became clear—humanity was the world. Our fears, our greed, our failures had shaped its downfall. But equally, our courage, our choices, and our hope could rebuild it.

Now, I ask you, reader of this letter—what will you choose?

A Survivor of the Silence.

Written by Joy Bukola