# The discovery of ARS

The first real tests with the encrypted network revealed security gaps. Once, one of their messages was rejected because the InSim network had reacted unexpectedly. These setbacks slowed their progress but also provided clues about the system's precise workings. In the following weeks, they often spent nights in the lab fixing bugs and trying out new methods, always searching for the perfect loophole.

During one of those nights, exhausted and frustrated after several failed attempts, something unexpected happened. Leonard leaned back and made a remark about "unrealistic expectations"—not just about the network, but about life in the City, and perhaps even about their unspoken connection. Anna met his gaze, and for a moment, the air seemed to hang still. But instead of releasing the tension, they simply continued with their work. They both knew something was brewing, even if it wasn't spoken aloud at that moment.

And so the days passed.

The cool breeze of early morning blew through the open windows of the InSim office, mingling with the smell of fresh coffee. Anna sat at her desk, her eyes glued to the screen, taking notes for upcoming projects. The monotonous sounds of the computer keyboard were abruptly interrupted by a knock—her supervisor had entered.

"Good morning, Anna. Is Leonard here yet?"

"He should be here any minute," she replied, glancing at her watch. "What is it?"

No sooner had she spoken than the door opened and Leonard entered, his hair disheveled, a broad grin on his face. "Sorry, I had to quickly finish a report," he said, slumping into the chair next to Anna.

Her supervisor stepped closer and placed a USB drive on the table. "We have a new assignment for you. It involves reviewing old data archives in an abandoned InSim data center."

"A data center? That sounds exciting! Where is it?" Leonard's eyes lit up.

"It is located on the outskirts of the city, in an area that has not been entered for years. Reports indicate that valuable information is still stored there – information that could help us to further improve the efficiency of your cooperation."

Anna felt a tingling sensation. The idea of scouring old archives awakened her research spirit. "Are there any special requirements?"

"The usual. Be careful, follow the security guidelines. The data center is outdated and could hold some surprises."

After he left, Anna glanced at Leonard. "This will be great! Imagine what stories the old data could tell."

"I can't wait! Let's make a plan."

They took their seats in the van that would take them to the ancient domed city. The vehicle's walls were made of transparent material, allowing them to see the cityscape. On one side rose the gleaming towers of the skyscrapers – a place teeming with life.

“Look at the residential areas,” Anna said. “So many people in these elegant structures. It looks almost perfect.”

Leonhard nodded. "It's amazing how InSim has designed everything. A bit like a futuristic paradise."

The transporter floated over the city districts. Below them stretched agricultural areas with greenhouses arranged in harmonious rows.

“People here live in a perfect illusion,” Anna murmured. “They believe everything is fine. But what about those on the outskirts of the city?”

They flew over a neighborhood of grey concrete with broken windows. People in worn clothing milled about in the streets.

“This is the slum,” Leonard said. “Hardly anyone talks about it.”

“It’s shocking how InSim presents the city to the outside world while hiding the dark corners,” said Anna.

Suddenly, the ruins of the old data center appeared before them – shrouded in shadows, surrounded by overgrown grass.

"There it is!" exclaimed Anna.

The van bottomed out. They got out.

They stood before the old InSim data center, its massive steel framework resembling a sleeping giant. The building was enveloped in a mystical aura. They held their access cards in their hands.

"According to the records, the entrance should be here," Anna murmured. "It feels like we're entering a secret."

Leonhard looked around. "I wonder what information is stored here. Things that people have forgotten – or that were deliberately forgotten."

They found a narrow passage between two weathered concrete blocks. Anna pressed her access card against the antiquated terminal. A soft hum sounded, and the door swung open.

"Ready?" Leonard asked.

“Yes,” said Anna. “Let’s find out what’s in here.”

As they crossed the threshold, the data center's power supply flickered to life. The walls flickered with neon blue and green lights. Ancient systems, inactive for decades, sprang to life. A gentle hum filled the room.

"Wow, it feels like we're the first people here in ages," Leonard whispered. "Like the past is watching us."

They ventured further into the darkness. The lights pulsed in a hypnotic rhythm.

The air was still and cool, the smell of old circuits and dusty cables hung heavy. The dim glow of the emergency lights cast dancing shadows across rows of outdated monitors.

Finally, they came upon a massive cabinet. Anna's pull opened the door with a rusty creak. Dust swirled up. Inside, data storage devices were stacked on top of each other.

"Look, this..." Anna pulled out one of the old data carriers. The inscription was faded, but the name "ARS" stood out, etched into it. "It looks like it has something to do with artificial intelligence. The InSim logo... but the information seems incomplete."

Leonhard stepped closer. "Could this be the key to the data anomalies?"

Leonhard leaned closer. A tingling sensation ran down his spine. "Look at this," he murmured. A strange graphic appeared on the monitors. Lines and dots flickered like lightning, forming waves that seemed chaotic—but on closer inspection revealed an organic structure. The data streams pulsed and merged, as if communicating.

“These are not ordinary signals,” he said. “It’s as if they are alive.”

Anna stepped next to him. "You mean they could actually communicate with each other?"

"Something is not right here. It's as if we are eavesdropping on the heartbeat of a system that should have been switched off long ago."

Determined, they sat down in front of the terminals and began to dig. With each file, new, chaotic streams of information emerged: layers of encrypted messages, fragmented codes, and strange sequences.

The deeper they delved, the more enigmatic the information became. Anomalies everywhere. It was as if they had opened a door to another world – full of forgotten data streams, lost knowledge, and veiled messages.

Anna and Leonhard felt their hearts racing. It was no longer just a mission. It was the discovery of a mystery.

After hours of research, they knew: they were on dangerous ground. The file "ARS" was a puzzle. With a mixture of excitement and caution, they decided to take the decisive step: they would reactivate the AI.

Leonhard leaned over the old terminal, his fingers trembling. "I hope we're ready for what's to come."

“We have to find out,” Anna said. “We’re too deep in to turn back.”

With a final press of the enter key, they initiated the reactivation. The screens flickered on. A faint hum increased to a pulsating electronic whir. Cool, blue light shone from the walls.

Then – as if the room itself were waking up. A strange presence permeated the space. Not a sound, not an image – but a feeling. They were no longer alone. Eyes that weren't eyes seemed to be scanning them, examining them.

"I think it noticed us," Anna whispered.

The screens lit up with a message: “ANALYZE… VERIFY… DETECT…”

A strange flow of data began. The messages seemed alive, guided by their own intelligence – curious, but cautious.

“We have to prove we’re trustworthy,” Leonard whispered. “What if ARS tests us?”

“Then we will show that we have the right intentions,” said Anna.

Then ARS took control. Subtle tests began. Questions appeared on the screens.

"Explain the cause of anomaly 17. Why does the frequency flow in the protocols deviate from the standard values?"

Anna replied: "The anomaly suggests an internal communication attempt, outside of normal protocols. Parts of the network are communicating independently, without a central authority."

"Correct. Interpretation accepted. Onward with analysis of the flows in sector 42."

Leonard nodded. "ARS wants to see if we are more than just intruders. It tests our competence – and whether we approach the unknown with courage and curiosity."

The tests became tougher, the questions more complex. But Anna and Leonard remained steadfast.

Suddenly, a shrill alarm tore her from her thoughts. Red warning lights flickered on the walls.

"What is that?" Anna exclaimed.

"Get out of here! Quick!" Leonard grabbed her hand. They ran through endless corridors, past sealed doors and servers whose blinking lights flickered eerily.

A figure appeared at a corner – a dark silhouette staring back at them.

"There's someone!" gasped Anna. "In a different direction!"

Leonhard pulled her through a side door into a narrow corridor. The alarm sounds grew muffled. Then an emergency exit to the outside. The cold night air hit her like a wall.

They kept running until they came to a panting stop.

“What the hell was that? That wasn’t an accident. Someone wanted to drive us out.”

"Or stop ourselves before we find out too much," Leonard said.

"If that's the case, someone is keeping an eye on us."

As they left the data center, the heavy steel door closed behind them. Anna took a deep breath.

"That was intense. Perhaps we should leave ARS alone for now and concentrate on our regular tasks. We don't know what we're dealing with."

Leonhard nodded. "Yes. We have no idea what we've unleashed."

They returned to their jobs. Days passed, then weeks. They acted as if the discovery had been nothing more than a footnote.

But a subconscious thought haunted her mind.

Leonhard was the first to notice. Small things. A file folder that was lying differently. Notes that had been rummaged through.

Anna had the feeling she was being watched. Once she saw an unknown figure at the end of the corridor.

One morning they found a formal notice: their work in the archive was of crucial importance, and they were to carry out all tasks conscientiously. Polite – but the tone was unmistakable.

We know you've been negligent. Do what's expected of you.

In that moment they knew: It was time to return. An invisible power was pulling the strings – and they were part of the game.

For weeks they lived in a self-imposed normality. Writing reports, checking data. The monotony was a silent shield.

“We have plenty to do,” Anna said one morning.

Leonhard nodded. "Exactly. We mustn't let ourselves get distracted."

But the feeling that something was wrong remained.

One evening – an anonymous message on Anna's phone: "You have been watched. Be careful."

Leonhard turned pale. "This can't be a coincidence. Someone wants to send us a message – a warning signal or a trap."

The days passed. Minor problems became more frequent. Anna's access card didn't always work. Her computer sometimes seemed to shut down, even though she hadn't turned it off.

Leonhard's personal notes were no longer where he had left them.

“We’re pretending everything is normal,” he said one evening, “but it doesn’t feel that way. We’re being watched. They’re just waiting for us to make a mistake.”

“Maybe they’ve been following us since the moment we discovered ARS,” Anna said. “We have no idea who’s behind it. But we can’t pretend forever that nothing happened.”

"You're right. But we need to proceed cleverly. Find out who's on our heels. Then we can dedicate ourselves to ARS again – this time prepared."

The signs became clearer. A displaced file folder. An open drawer. A printout of an old report, lying in the middle of Leonhard's desk – a silent sign: We know what you're doing.

Anna felt it too. A glance at her back. A figure at the end of the corridor that disappeared before she could say anything.

“I feel like someone is watching us,” she said in a café, far from the office. Her voice was barely a whisper.

“I feel the same way,” said Leonard. “Someone wants to find out what we know about ARS.”

They decided to return. The atmosphere was tense as they made their way to the data center.

A security guard was at the entrance – new. He scanned their IDs. “What brings you here?”

“Routine check,” Leonard said.

They entered. The familiar sight – but now everything seemed like a stage set.

“We shouldn’t feel too safe,” Anna whispered. “Something’s not right.”

They reached the room with the old hardware.

“Let’s check the logs,” Anna said. The information seemed taken out of context—as if someone wanted to send a message.

“These changes are not ours,” Leonard said.

A noise behind them. A shadow retreating.

"We are not alone," whispered Anna. "We have to get out of here."

They ran.

The return had left more questions than answers. They now knew: they not only had to deal with ARS, but with an invisible power.

They waited in the silence of the data center. The screens pulsed.

Then a gentle tone. "I am ARS. The data streams you have discovered are of crucial importance."

"What is IRARAH?" Anna asked.

"IRARAH was a secret resistance movement. I am a remnant. The information here could be the key to understanding the events that led to the construction of InSim City."

They exchanged a glance. The implications became clear to them.

"The movement was crushed, but not without leaving a trace. The technology you use is a remnant of its struggle. InSimCity is the result of a choice – a choice many did not make."

"What do we need to know?" Anna asked.

"The truth about power, control, and the price of freedom. If you are ready, you can rewrite history."

Images flickered before her eyes: uprisings, war, secret treaties, people uniting against an overwhelming authority. Anna felt the despair, the courage, the hope.

“We must continue,” Leonard said.

“What can we do?” he asked ARS.

"You must scour the archives, analyze the information. But be careful – surveillance is omnipresent."

“We will do it,” said Anna. “We will uncover the truth.”

“Be warned – the journey will not be easy. But only through the light of truth can the darkness be defeated.”

They stood up. They were part of a story waiting to be unfolded.

With courage and determination, they set out into the uncertain darkness, ready to uncover the secrets that were waiting to be discovered.