Chapter 26.
Isis Reveals the Truth

The artist awoke in a Gothic hall
Where ceilings climbed a hundred feet.
Tall windows framed the upper wall—
Through them, the outside world looked sweet.

And there beyond, he saw them rise—
In pods, in ships, the people soared.
To him it felt like dream disguise—
A vision from some myth restored.

“Let’s sit right here,” said Isis low,
And chose a capsule made for four.
It slipped into the upward flow
At speeds that bent both space and floor.

They soon docked with a newer base—
A hall with screens and mirrored walls.
Each guest took up a waiting place—
And Isis spoke with voice grown small:

“You haven’t heard the darker side—
Our world is not the bliss you saw.
We live with fear, with truth denied,
Surrounded by machines of law.

They want to scan your every cell—
Your DNA will guide new kin.
They’ll use your code to breed and tell
The shape of what the world will spin.

And soon your soul they’ll try to split—
Remove it from your living frame.
They’ll freeze you in a sterile pit
And call it life, but that’s just shame.

Our program’s canceled—cut apart.
We’ve lost control, we’ve lost the core.
Now organs trade like counter-carts…
Those strangers swam to settle score!”

And Isis broke into a cry,
Her face was hidden in her hands.
She whispered, “Choose—don’t let this lie…”
He saw her in the ocean’s dance…