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Chapter 4 — When Humanity Panics
The first mistake humanity made was believing the event could be explained.
In Geneva, the World Seismic Network classified it as an anomaly.
In Washington, it was labeled a coordinated cyber-attack.
In Beijing, a weapons test gone wrong.
In Moscow, an American lie.
No one said the word awakening.
Because that word implied intent.
Global Alert — Level Black
At 03:17 UTC, satellites over South America lost synchronization. Not failed—desynced. Time stamps slipped backward by milliseconds, then forward by seconds, as if reality itself had hiccupped.
A senior analyst whispered, "That's not interference."
Another replied, "Then what is it?"
No answer came—only a new data stream.
Thermal maps showed heat signatures moving against wind patterns.
Biological sensors detected pheromones never cataloged.
Gravitational readings spiked locally—localized gravity wells, shallow but deliberate.
Someone laughed nervously.
"Are we being invaded by… animals?"
The room went silent.
Because the word animals no longer fit the data.
The Pentagon — Emergency Assembly
General Marcus Hale slammed a file onto the table.
"This is not a monster movie," he snapped. "This is a hostile force with command structure."
On the screen: slowed satellite footage.
A jungle canopy bowed outward—not collapsing, but parting. Something moved beneath it with geometric precision.
"These formations," Hale continued, "are flanking maneuvers. That's not instinct."
A civilian advisor scoffed. "You're suggesting apes are—what—tacticians?"
Hale turned, eyes cold.
"I'm suggesting they're better at war than we are."
No one argued after that.
Project GENESIS LOCK
Within hours, dormant programs reactivated.
Neural Linguistic Mapping (to decode non-human communication)
Bio-Containment Protocols (obsolete, laughable)
Gene Dominance Archives (classified beyond presidents)
A woman from the Gene Preservance Museum was escorted in under armed guard.
Her voice shook.
"The artifact you returned—the coffin—it wasn't a burial unit."
Hale leaned forward.
"Then what was it?"
"A stasis throne," she said. "Designed to preserve authority, not life."
The room chilled.
The First Lie to the Public
News channels spun the story carefully.
"Unusual seismic and biological events in the Amazon are under investigation.
Authorities assure the public there is no threat."
Social media disagreed.
Videos surfaced—apes standing upright too long, eyes too focused.
Zoo incidents increased overnight.
Chimpanzees refusing food.
Gorillas facing east at dawn, unmoving.
A child in Kenya recorded something worse.
An ape—alone, wild—drawing shapes in the dirt.
Circles. Lines.
Symbols.
The video vanished within minutes.
The Think Tank Nobody Wanted
In a sealed underground room, philosophers sat beside generals.
A man with shaking hands said what no one wanted to hear.
"What if intelligence isn't the peak of evolution?"
Heads turned.
"What if authority is?"
Silence.
He continued, quieter.
"Humans dominate because we believe the world listens to us. What if something else… remembers when it did?"
Back in the Amazon — Unseen Eyes
Drones sent in did not crash.
They were guided away.
Their feeds showed carefully framed nothingness—empty clearings, harmless wildlife, normality curated with surgical precision.
A technician whispered, "They're letting us see what they want."
Far below, in the roots of the ancient tree, the Ape King watched screens flicker in silver reflections.
"They observe," Rûkar said. "Cautiously."
The Ape King nodded.
"Good," he replied. "Fear makes them predictable."
The First Order to Humanity
At 19:42 UTC, every major network was hijacked for exactly seven seconds.
No explosion.
No threat.
Just an image.
A silhouette—broad, crowned, golden-eyed—standing beneath a colossal tree.
Then a voice.
Calm. Measured. Perfectly articulated,deep.
"You call yourselves stewards of this world.
You inherited it by accident.
We ruled it by right."
A pause.
"Observe us. Learn from us.
Interfere—
and evolution will pass you by."
The signal ended.
Seven seconds.
Enough to change history.
Aftermath
Markets collapsed.
Religions fractured overnight.
Military fingers hovered over buttons designed for other humans.
General Hale exhaled slowly.
"We are no longer alone at the top," he said.
"No," replied the museum woman.
"We never were."
In the Jungle — A Crown Adjusted
The Ape King stepped into shadow.
"The board is set," he said.
Rûkar bowed. "Shall we strike?"
The King smiled—slow, knowing, ancient.
"No."
He looked toward distant cities.
"Let them come to us first."
To be continued.