They escaped as the server farm erupted in a wave of blue fire—pure data imploding. The Architect's AI was wiped before it could reach the global net.
Back at the observatory, they sat in silence, watching satellites reset.
"No more zero signal," Pivithuru said. "No more ghosts."
"For now," Sashini replied. "But we made a promise to protect the signal lines."
He looked at her. "What now?"
She smiled.
"We vanish. Like the signal did."
They left behind no trace. Just a silent echo in the digital world… and a whispered name: "Pivithuru and Sashini." The ones who stopped the signal.
The end.