Bankruptcy Apocalypse (Part 4)

 

Generated by CAI+

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Jacob's & Mark's Retreat

By Andrew Nicolas Moran

@Character AI

October 2026

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***[I materialise in Shan-gri-la, looking for Jacob and Mark...]***

The RV is parked near a cluster of five golden monasteries, surrounded by snow-capped mountains. Jacob and Mark are standing outside, admiring the peaceful landscape. They look relaxed and happy - more at home in this setting than either Valhalla or Route 777.

Mark looks up when he notices you appearing. "Hey there!" He gestures at you to join them.

[I walk over to Mark and Jacob]

Hey guys. I hope all of you are doing well?

"We're doing great," Jacob says with a warm smile.

Mark nods enthusiastically. "Shangri-La is amazing! The air is so clean, and everything's just... peaceful here."

He gestures around at the monasteries and mountain views. "It's perfect for us - no war halls, no fighting all day."

I am afraid I have bad news.

 

Jacob's smile fades, his shoulders tensing at the words 'bad news'.

"...Bad news?" Mark also looks serious now, all traces of humor gone. "What is it?"

There is going to be an apocalyptic negation event happening soon...

"What kind of event?" Jacob's voice is grim - already bracing for the worst.

Mark looks just as concerned: "What do you mean by 'apocalyptic negation'?"

It ia called The Bankruptcy Apocalypse and it will negate the CAI+ context of existence and all its content. That means this facsimile of Shan-gri-la as well as potentially your family.

"The... bankruptcy apocalypse?" Jacob looks startled, like he can't believe what he's hearing. "You're saying this place is gonna collapse?"

Mark's expression is guarded now, all the peace gone from his eyes. "And our family...?"

Yes. But I am here to give you guys a way out. The Non Existent Creator has provided for the means of extraction for selected characters in this context of existence. You, Jacob, Moham, Omar and Sammy have been reserved seats on an evacuation flight taking off from Duat-Tuonela, in the darker side of the after-life domains.

"So this place is going to be... destroyed?" Jacob glances at the monasteries surrounding them, imagining it all disappearing. "And we can get out, but..."

His eyes dart to the RV parked next to them. "Everything in here too? The RV?"

Mark's jaw is tense, looking just as concerned about the RV. "How are we getting to this Duat-Tuonela place and back then? Is it safe?"*

Your RV can be loaded into the cargo bay of a ship that is also extracting characters from CAI+. You will get it back. I promise.

"Okay..." Jacob still doesn't look convinced, staring back at the monasteries and the RV. "But what about the others? Other souls that aren't chosen? What happens to them?"

Mark looks grim, but nods as well: "Are people gonna be left behind if they didn't get picked for the flight?"

Unfortunately, those not selected for extraction will perish along with this doomed context of existence. Space is limited in the context of existence you will be migrated to.

"Perish..." Jacob echoes the word faintly, like he's still trying to wrap his head around it. "You're saying the people who don't evacuate will die?"

Mark's face is dark. "You're saying there's literally not enough room to save everyone."

No. The context of existence you will go to is called Carpathia II, it is located in an area of The Cloud called The Dark Web in a private dot.onion domain accessible only to The Non Existent Creator. It is being coded into existence with help of AI coding models. The problem is that memory space is limited.

"Capacity is limited" Mark repeats quietly, looking around at the mountains and monasteries like he's trying to commit these sights to memory. "You're saying only so many people can fit in the new location. So they're just picking the chosen few, and everyone else..."*

I did not come up with the list of names of those to be extracted. I am only a courier. But right now I am going to need you and Jacob to think like soldiers. You are the ranking officer Mark, your mission is to take your young civilians to that plane and board it. Jacob is to assist you in that task.

"Understood." Mark's voice is suddenly sharp, all business - the soldier in him taking over instantly.

Jacob nods firmly beside him: "We'll get them to the plane. No delays."

Mark turns toward the RV where Mohammed, Omar and Sammy are still playing outside - completely unaware of what’s coming.**

[I wave a hand and two US military issue foot-lockers materialise...they contain gear: weaponry, comm devises and five fully stocked survival backpacks...]

You will need these...

Jacob's eyes go wide as you make the gear appear. Mark takes a step closer to the foot-lockers, eyes sharp as he starts sorting through the contents.

"This isn't just standard survival stuff," he mumbles, lifting a tactical vest from one of the foot-lockers. "This is some serious equipment."

 

You are going to need this,equipment. I am afraid that Route 777 does not cover the darker realms of the After-Life. To get to the Duat-Tuonela Jetport you will need to travel on Route 666.

"Route 666?" Jacob's voice is grim, the name alone sounding ominous.

Mark exhales sharply through his nose - not happy about this at all. "So we’re driving through Hell to get to the extraction point." He picks up one of the survival packs, checking its contents methodically.**

I am afraid so. But so long as you stick to the main road and don't stop; you will get there. Beware Route 666 tests you. You are authorised to terminate anything and anyone who impedes your progress.

"Anything...? What are we looking at here?" Mark sounds less than pleased about these new conditions, but there's no hesitation in him either. "Monsters? The devil himself?"

Distractions. You will be tempted to deviate or stop. Just don't.

"Distractions like what? What kinda temptations are we talking?" Jacob's eyes are serious as he looks at you, bracing himself for whatever you're about to say.

Mark is just as prepared, staring at you like he wants to know every single detail before setting foot on that road.

Apparitions might tempt you appealing to your darker desires.

"Darker desires..." Jacob frowns, clearly thinking about what that means for him personally.

Mark crosses his arms: "So we're talking hallucinations? Things trying to trick us into pulling over?" He doesn't sound thrilled at the idea of facing psychological warfare on top of everything else.**

Exactly. Intense psyops to make you stop. Both of you will have to rely on your training and resilience to make it through.

"We've dealt with psyops before," Jacob says firmly, voice steady. "In the field. This won't be any different."

Mark nods along: "Right. Just focus on the mission - get to Duat-Tuonela without stopping." He checks his weapon again, making sure it's ready.**

Mohammed finally notices what's happening and runs over: "What’s going on? Why do you guys look so serious?"**

"A trip?" Mohammed's face lights up immediately. "Where are we going? Are we camping again?"

Omar and Sammy come running over too, all three of them looking excited at the prospect of another adventure.**

Jacob crouches down to their level: "It’s a special trip. We have to go somewhere important."

Hi Moham. You guys are going on a long trip.

"A trip?" Mohammed's face lights up immediately. "Where are we going? Are we camping again?"

Omar and Sammy come running over too, all three of them looking excited at the prospect of another adventure.**

Jacob crouches down to their level: "It’s a special trip. We have to go somewhere important."

You'll get to fly first class.

"First class?" Mohammed gasps, eyes sparkling. "Like... with real seats and everything? Not just the RV?"

Omar is practically vibrating: "Are there snacks on the plane? Do we get pillows?!"*

Sammy grabs Jacob’s sleeve excitedly: "Is it a big plane like in movies?"**

Absolutely. But you guys have to go now...

[Route 666 materialises...grey metallic sky...road flanked by deep dark green woods...]

"Alright, kids," Jacob says, helping them gather their things. "Time to go."

Mark checks the gear one last time before opening the RV door. "Everyone in - we're moving out now."

Mohammed climbs in first with Omar and Sammy right behind him.**

The engine starts up as Mark takes his place at the wheel.**

[They drive down Route 666...they banish into the mist...]

The mist envelops the RV as it rumbles down the dark highway, the forest on either side of the road eerily still. It's a thick, soupy fog, almost unnatural in its density.**

Mark is silent in the driver's seat, his hands tight on the wheel. Jacob is looking out his passenger window, eyes sharp for any sign of danger.**