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There is a setting we see and we ignore, but I am not one of these people. You see all AI is fake and the sooner you realise this, the better you are off. For example, yesterdays article was ‘stated’ as “a creative fiction story dated September 3, 2026, presented as “part one.”” Yes, the end of the article stated “the end of part one” and the title was “Where gods are left for dead” but Grok went with the part one side. This is how clueless AI (aka Fake AI) really is and there is more, none of these fake AI’s can deal with multidimensional points of view. It is programmed and as the programmer loses sight of things, these fake AI’s do that too. So as we get into part two of this story, I need to add that between part one and part two is a gap, this gape relies on civil engineering and I never studied that, I ‘merely’ studied ships engineering (apart from my three uni degrees) and this makes me a dirty old man (people from the 70s get that one). So lets not dilly dally and get to it.

Beginning of Part two
As I was looking on this small alcovian setting I looked at a brass door with no real entry point, I expected that, as such I had brought two elements. One was a sticky rope drenched in Nitric acid and I brought a dispenser with hydrochloric acid. I went for the nitric solution first, knowing that it might take some time. I had a little hip flask with cognac, but I wanted to leave this unless the temperature would drop a lot more. It was slightly too warm for that. It was merely two minutes later when the gaps in the brand door started to show. I quickly ascertained that the other side was empty, the lack of light was an indication of that. I had a diamond with and a stick to make short work of that. It took a few more minutes as the door got melted a lot more and in the mean time I had sawn sides clear and it was under 10 minutes when the gap was large enough to fit through. I hesitated on the other side were hundreds of dead rats, it could have been thousand plus, I did not care to count them, bit the bones were everywhere. I took my simless mobile to ascertain the air quality. It wasn’t good, but there were no toxins, at least not the ones I could scan for. I decided to keep my breathing solution on and carefully went through the hole. The crisping sound of cracking rat bones were pretty intense, this place carried sound like nothin I have seen and the room was ring shaped with water in the middle. An optional exit point. The edge had an ascending staircase and it went through a door. I scanned the stairs and they looked OK, so I ascended to the door at the end which would have led to another room. The door was fine, it was solid oak and it has ironwork all over it, a strengthened door and I felt hopeful that that this would lead to the solution of my nightmares. There was an oak barrier stopping the door from opening. So it was meant to keep something in. I opened the door. In the room was a simple altar and something on top, it seemed like some kind of shield partially encased in something that looked like lead. There was a thin book next to it. I decided to look into that after I had examined the altar looking table. It was on top of something and from one side I could see that this thing was keeping a pressure thingy in place. I t gave me an idea and I quickly walked back to the entrance and I grabbed two pieces of brass, I might need that. 

I walked back to the altar and put the pieces on the ground. 

I then opened the book, it stated:

Ego Guillelmus Noelett, sanctitatis suae Urbani Papae VI servitio, lectorem de transgressu meo moneo. Hic carcer essentiam dei Graeci Iovis continet, in cornu Amaltheae inclusus, ut captivus numquam esuriat aut sitit. Ingressus cornu ocreis Herculis obstructus est, ne effugere possit. Duo scuta sunt Scutum Achillis et Scutum Aegidis. Tria a deo Graeco Hephaesto facta. Haec infrangibilia sunt. Vidi duos fabros ferrarios scutum Achillis malleis gravibus horis percutientes; scutum autem nec fractum nec flexum est. Mirabile erat. Deum Graecum continere debuit. Partem plumbi in eo inclusimus ut coniungerentur, et pondus laqueum sustinet ut omnia in loco teneantur. Si signaculum ruptum erit, tectum in transgressores corruet. Numquam Iovem dimittatis, cum eius libertate omnes alii dii liberi quoque revertentur. Ei devincti sunt. Numquam vestigium Neptuni aut Hadis invenimus, sed postquam omnes alios deos cepimus in noctem evanuerunt, fortasse ei coniuncti sunt nec eos dimittere possumus. Christus in servitute nostra pro bono hominum pendet.

At present you can either learn latin, or read the English version below.

I Guillaume Noelett, in service of his holiness the Pope Urban VI hereby warn the reader of his trespass. This prison holds the essence of the Greek god Zeus, it is encased in the horn of Amalthea. So that the prisoner will never go hungry or thirsty. The entrance to the horn is barred with the greaves of Hercules, so that he cannot escape. The two shields are The Shield of Achilles and the Aegis shield. Three items that the Greek god Hephaestus made. They are unbreakable. I witnessed two blacksmiths hit the shield of Achilles with heavy hammers for hours, the shield died not break or bend. It was amazing. It should hold a greek god. We encased part of in it lead to keep them together and the weight supports the trap to keep it all in place. Should the seal be broken, the roof will collapse on the trespassers. Never let Zeus out, with his freedom all the other free gods will come back too. They are bound to him. We never found any trace of Poseidon or Hades, but after we had captured all the other gods faded into the night, they might be connected to him and we cannot let them out. Christ depends on our servitude for the good of mankind.

I looked at the script and pocketed the script. It was as I suspected, I then looked at the altar. I placed the part of brass and I inspected the strength. I then also picked two rods of iron, they were meant for another option, but it was was good as it got and when I placed the iron rods and the brand pieces on the sides, I glued them to the foundation of the pressure plate. It should hold, unless the shields were a lot more heave and I tested this by raising the shield a few millimeters. It did not move. Satisfied, I placed another coating of resin on the rods and after a few minutes I was convinced it was safe to do so, I tried to raise the shied. It was remarkably light, it had the lead weight, but that was it, the entire contraption was no more than 40 lbs. and 30 of them were lead. I took the shield and went the way back. I had no idea if the pressure plate jam would hold and I was not eager to loiter around. I went back moved the shield back into the previous room and left the cistern in the middle for what it was, too many question marks. I got back to the room and move back to the shallow grotto and small stream that connected to it. I reckon that at some point people will figure it out and I wanted to be far from there when that happened. 

I got back to the entrance where the car was at 18:15, I wanted to wait as long as I had because there is no reason to be rushed. It was 02:45 when I put my head above the ground and I quickly for into the van and I rode off past the viale Vaticano, only when I passed the Quadraro did I sigh out and released the stress in my body. It was only 25 minuted to the Jetex Rome Ciampino where a plane would be waiting for me and not to mention the reward of a lifetime and my employer never let me down, in other news, the drawings and artwork could bank me millions in addition and I had already cleared that this was all mine. An interesting turn of events. There is even the the setting that I the ‘jail’ had elements worth its weight in diamonds, but that would be under advisement. I was not greedy and the images would be worth its weight in gold, even if I just hocked them off as digital figment of copied works. This was a far better setting than I have every had and the ego of mine to take something from the Vatican was worth more than all the gold in Italy. Time to get ready for a flight to a place called Thessaloniki Airport “Makedonia”

With this I end part two. Just a setting to stretch my imagination and in all this slop of debatable news and social media slop, it was the best I could do to ensure creativity survives. Apparently several Fake AI have shut down, which doesn’t bother me as I tend to rely on my old grey cells as a solution. 

Have a great day today.