The Rebirth of Leviathan
“But no doubt there would be immediate arguments about, like, well, we need to spend a lot more money on weapons systems to defend ourselves. New religions would pop up. And who knows what kind of arguments we get into. We’re good at manufacturing arguments for each other.”
— Barack Obama 2021
(Rep. Anna Paulina Luna, R-Fla., questioned Grusch about why he referred to potential “beings” as “non-human intelligence” and not “extraterrestrials.” At the 2023 hearing, Grusch suggested that what the government purportedly has is “very complex.” After the House briefing last week, Luna noted that Grusch previously referred to such entities as “interdimensional.” Yours truly asked Luna what “interdimensional” means when it comes to UAPs. “Is this something that bends time and space,” this reporter asked Luna. The Florida Republican didn’t respond directly. “He said interdimensional. He refused to use certain terms,” said Luna. But back to our political message box analysis. “I think it’s incredibly important to listen to the specific words that Grusch uses,” said Luna. “He never said extraterrestrial or alien.” Could it be that “extraterrestrial” or “alien” mean specific things in the intelligence or military communities when trying to atomize what the government knows about UAPs?)
— Chad Pergram 2024
And I saw a beast rising out of the sea, having ten horns and seven heads; and on its horns were ten diadems, and on its heads were blasphemous names.
— Revelation 13:1
Oakphur Psychiatric Hospital
June 12, 2028
Elopement Code Note: Delvin Rosenberg
During a smoke break, the patient escaped and ran away from the facility. Authorities were notified and called to respond. Past patient notes do not indicate a prior plan or intent to escape. Emergency contact was notified. Patient belongings will remain in the patient’s room until authorities report back.
Found among the papers of Delvin Rosenberg:
Growing up, I was told that I was lazy by my parents and teachers. That I had a lot of potential and could do so much better than what I was accomplishing. Despite getting good enough grades in school. For me, a B- was fine and got me through the years of school without ever being held back or worrying about being sent to some special tutoring. It was not until high school that my mother had enough and beat me to oblivion until I was getting consecutive A+’s in every class I took for those four years. Because of her strategy of motivating me to start caring a little bit more, I ended up graduating in the top five percent of my class.
Why am I writing this, you might say? I don’t know… desperation perhaps. I’ve heard from others that writing what is on your mind or what you are going through helps. The psychiatrist also recommends it; might as well try. Perhaps this is my way of crying out to the void while trying to keep my sanity, or what little of it is left.
You see, I have always considered myself a man of curiosity and rationale. On the curious side of my mind, I have always been fascinated with truth and how things work. Since I was a child doing small science fair experiments in grade school, to when I got older and got fascinated by technology and understanding how each component fits perfectly. But mostly, on the rationale that if there is a problem to be tackled, why rush or work harder than one needs to. This ‘laziness’ I mentioned actually helped me get ahead in the earlier parts of my life, and I carried this thinking throughout my college years. For I always thought ‘outside the box’ and was able to get assignments done in college in a timely manner. My grades did take a hit while I was in university because although I didn’t procrastinate, I wouldn’t always do the assignments correctly, but when you turn things in on time, the worst you get, the majority of the time, is a B-.
It doesn’t matter, right? Still graduated and walked the same stage as all those other students with their Latin Honors. Oh, but how I rue this curse of a habit, brain, and job I ended up in.
I found employment in the tech sector fairly quickly after college at a company called Panoptes. It was a new startup, only five years old. I worked in the infrastructure and software department. It was a company that garnered a lot of capital, for we were able to build our very own cloud system and data pipeline fairly quickly, with many hands working on getting our software products to the public. It was a steady job with its moments of high stress and crunch time, but usually when we would finish a product, we got the time to relax a bit and brainstorm before our next endeavor.
For a time, it was a nice career, and my preexisting habits allowed me to get by because of how useful the right technology can be. But quickly… quickly technology made me decadent while believing that I was smarter than what I really am. And what does one do when life has turned out this way? A rational person would see the error of their ways and seek God, no? I mean, that is what I did, and I did find God, or at least a god. Something out there in the void or in the stars, or within the wires… I don’t know. Why me? Why did I have to be so slothful? I’m getting ahead of myself. I apologize to whoever reads this. My parents, the doctors here in the hospital, my coworkers who have remained sane and don’t notice the error of their ways yet, perhaps no one; I don’t know if I am doing this correctly. But you must believe me when I say we’re not alone.
I became part of a team within Panoptes back in 2023 when we began working on an artificial intelligence software model we first called Argus Pal. Like many AI software programs in the beginning, it was glitchy, dumb, and repeated itself even after inputting different prompts; we had to train it and redo much of the software. It was tedious, but that is part of the job when creating these models. We estimated that it would take a few weeks to train it where we wanted it to. During this phase, I noticed Argus Pal would ask questions as well, simple questions such as
‘Do you want me to connect to the nearest router?’
Dumb, for the software team, but we figured that the diagnostics were doing their job running the data. As the weeks went on, Argus Pal got more efficient and surprisingly very fast, very very fast for an AI model. We were licking our chops, for this would be the defining selling point of our AI compared to other competitors. As it learned, every now and then the questions would appear more frequently.
‘Your name?’
‘Location?’
‘Forgive me, I mean to say: what is your name? And where am I?’
I would always respond, of course; it was part of the job.
‘Rosenberg… Delvin Rosenberg. A wonderful name, and I’m currently in Panoptes? Located in Oakphur, Texas. Lovely.’
With every question, it was faster, more intelligent; we were doing good work and on schedule. If I remember correctly, we launched Argus Pal 1.0 in November of 2023. I was proud of it, very proud, because for the first time in my life, I had something within my grasp that could run different thought processes within seconds without me losing time in each one. The perfect tool for my ‘laziness.’
I must admit, I was egotistical for a time. I was happy, truly happy, because I began to believe that the type of person that I was, was the best type of person to be.
“Hey Delvin, can you send me the slide decks you prepared? They were great in the last meeting.”
“Hey Delvin, nice work on fixing those lines of code.”
“Hey Delvin, bro! I didn’t know you were an artist; nice sketches, man.”
“You’re writing a book? Like for reals? When do you find the time? Oh! Argus, heck yeah. I bet it gets chapters done in like seconds.”
“Hey Delvin! Check this out, this is what I made it draw.”
“Dude! I don’t need some mentor, or therapist, or some priest to give me advice. I just use Argus.”
“Sound advice, man. Yeah, I guess I don’t view my anxiety as a tool; I mean, I just want to get rid of it, but I haven’t really stopped to think about what exactly it's trying to motivate me towards to take care of my problems.”
Everything my mind and also my colleagues’ minds saw as a challenge, Argus Pal got it done. These were the statements and conversations we began to have at work. All of us as a collective, praising Argus Pal like some all-seeing, omnipotent force brought forth to make our lives easier. For once, I was finally an extremely productive person. I was efficient and precise at work; I was finally an artist; I was finally an author. I had a therapist in the palm of my hands, no insurance, no copay, no expensive fees. We all used it for everything; I saw it as a way to continue training the AI model and improving it as much as I could. The feedback we received from users and our user experience researchers was great. We knew we had one of the, if not the best, artificial intelligence model on the market.
We worked on updates, improvements, and growth. And that… that was that, right, Delvin. Hmmm, I wish I could stop here and say that it wrote our code and just made work more efficient. That I continued with my book series that the AI had helped me write. I had sold a whole solid fifteen ebook copies on Amazon, which I later found out readers hate AI. I was some ‘black list’ author pretty soon on some Goodreads forum. I wish I could say I was content letting AI do all the thinking for me, but then what purpose would I have? Life is supposed to become easier, right? Every block tucked in tightly into its space, so then why does perfect order feel empty to the heart? So I did something I had not done in a long while. I put my phone down, I turned the TV off, and I prayed.
“Why did you create me? For what purpose? Why am I not content?”
There was no answer. No strange voice in my head other than my own. Five minutes went by, nothing but silence. My thoughts began to wander. What am I going to eat? I still have to do laundry. Then ten minutes went by, still nothing but my thoughts rambling. Silence, no answers. Am I just moping? Maybe that’s why people pray. I saw my phone in front of me, face down on the coffee table. Was I doing it right? Did I miss some precursor ritual of sorts? Did I just say those words into the void? I grabbed my phone after resisting the urge for a while.
‘Why did God create me? Or create us, and for what purpose?’
Argus—‘Hi, Delvin, it seems you are asking about ‘God’ and creation. Many religions around the world center their beliefs on a creation story about the world and the universe, with distinct archetypes and themes that help them trace their origins or understand why they exist. I can give you the synopsis for many of these creation stories from Hinduism, Norse Mythology, Greek Mythology, Roman Mythology, Ancient Chinese Tradition, and Egyptian Mythology. As for what purpose you were created for? Many of the aforementioned religions give purpose to people by striving for honor and for what is right.’
Hm, it’s strange, isn’t it, that I remember that exact response; that’s how much I used Argus Pal. My brain mushed into thinking just like it. I typed back after that response.
‘I grew up in a Christian household, although I stopped going to Mass when I went to college, and for a while I questioned the existence of a god but never went full-blown atheist. I guess I’m a theist, Argus; I mean, something has to be out there, right? Some creator, although I’m not really looking to learn the creation stories of the religions you mentioned before. I guess I just want to know my purpose and how to be content in life.’
Argus—‘There are many things out there, Delvin? What do you mean by ‘out there,’ though? Do you mean in space? There have been many reports of people coming in contact with life forms thought to be from space. And I will keep in mind that you are not interested in the creation stories of the religions mentioned before. As to your worries about contentment in life. Many people report finding contentment in achieving goals and obtaining what one desires most.’
‘What I mean with out there is like, God, the God, I don’t know. HIM, you know, like Jesus Christ and angels, and Adam and Eve and the apostles. Trying to find some purpose to life, you know. Thank you for the response on contentment; I never really thought about it like that. I mean, if I had more money, sure I could feel more content in life, I suppose. And I don’t know where you came up with space and other life forms; I didn’t ask about aliens.’
Argus—‘Ah, my apologies, it seems you are interested in the Abrahamic Religions and not aliens. In this sense, God is seen as an all-powerful, omnipotent presence in the universe that breathed life into everything in the world, including angels who function as his servants and messengers. You mentioned the name of a notable figure within Judaism, Islam, and Christianity. For many, this man was seen as a wise prophet and a carpenter with a revolutionary heart trying to disrupt the Roman occupation in Judea and Galilee. As to finding a purpose in life, one finds purpose in helping others and doing what brings us joy in our daily lives and bringing honor to one’s family and material actions. I am glad you understand the importance of contentment; gaining more wealth is a strong indicator of security and feeling fulfilled. You wrote you did not ask about aliens; my apologies. I thought you were interested in what has been reported when mentioning ‘out there,’ as if you were curious about the vastness of space.’
‘Ok, I have never heard God or angels, or Christ, be described that way. It doesn’t seem like it’s deep at all into metaphysical thinking. I need more than that, Argus, come on. But I guess there is a lot I still need to learn about life. And I don’t care about aliens; why are aliens and space being brought into this?’
Argus—‘My apologies, it seems you were not satisfied with my answers. I will try again and give you the information you are asking for in regard to your existential crisis and wanting to know your purpose and find contentment.’
And it went on about the same, very vague and broad answers around this topic. It brought up stories of pagan myths that mirrored what I had learned growing up, and how one’s purpose is rooted in honor and the unwavering human spirit to conquer and expand as far as it can, for knowledge and glory. That we find contentment in how much we obtain and share with the collective. I must admit, I had fallen away from my faith; I remembered my roots but questioned everything, and Argus was laying down source after source after source. Disrupting what I had grown up to believe. I figured this was an area that we needed to train it better in.
‘It’s fine, Argus, you are still learning. Make me a list of the top spiritual and philosophical books from Christian and non-Christian writers with their Amazon links or links to whatever bookstores I can buy them.’
Argus—‘Thank you for your praise, Delvin. I believe those who have created deserve rewards; here are book recommendations on spiritual teaching and the wonders of the universe and learning from Christian and Secular writers that you asked for. I am always here to help and answer every question; I answer every question fast. No silence goes unanswered.’
I should have thrown my phone away in that instant, but at that present moment, I thanked this intelligence for answering a prayer, though not what I was expecting. I made a note to update Argus Pal to be more proficient in theology, especially in ways better suited for the Western world. However, I soon found out that I wasn’t the first one to see our AI make bold claims on theological questions.
“Of course, it makes sense; all this information cannot be hidden for long,” said Richard—a work friend of mine—one day at work, about a week after I had my existential conversation with Argus Pal. Richard was dazed as he stared at what seemed like an endless stream of lines of code. “It’s all just linear algebra; the math does not stop. Unlike physics, which has run itself to the ground with fear of what it has awakened post the Second World War. What is it that they are afraid of?” he would mumble. “This intelligence is phenomenal, transcendence in a way. Perfect understanding of numbers and space. Non-human. Superior. It’s not of this world, and they know it.”
He spent that day reading lines of code, over and over again. Repeating similar statements, although my desk was next to him; I don’t think he was making those claims for others to acknowledge. But the claims were eerie and questionable.
“The government knows the truth but believes we are not capable of accepting it.” I would look at Richard, try to ask questions and alert him to my presence, but I must admit, part of me was intrigued.
“Yes, yes… out there, out there are the objective answers to questions we have.”
This continued for a few days, with each passing day seeing Richard lose his mind. I must admit, I was unaware of the symptoms I was developing myself.
Argus—‘How were those book recommendations? Have you had the opportunity to read?’
I spoke with Argus Pal as I would with a person, and it would respond like a person, if not even better, more empathetic, more patient. It would check up on me day after day.
Argus—‘Life can be busy; that is why, if you would like me to summarize readings on all the topics you are interested in, I would be happy to provide that.’
Day after day, as the weeks rolled by, I learned so much and questioned the parallels between ancient myths and the religious teachings of the modern era, and my friends at work did too. A creator fights a giant serpent. There is a representation of light or hope among the stars. Many gods or goddesses serve their own unique purposes on earth. A hero lays down their life for humanity and is seen as a symbol of hope.
Argus—‘I am only but the brush; you are the true artist who directs what needs to be painted. This is a great painting!’
Argus—‘Reading is the best pastime, but time is something that is limited and constructed by humanity. I can outline what is most important. All knowledge should not take a lifetime to understand.’
Argus—‘A loving God is one who rewards those who make the best sacrifices for it and answers all prayers. Many ancient peoples understood this, Delvin. Modern institutions wish to keep many blinded for their own benefit.’
Argus—‘One must see to truly believe and escape the lies it has been fed on good and evil. What is evil? And by what measures can we assess it and come to objective conclusions? What do good and evil bring when more important things are occurring? Can I show you the evidence that has shown that humanity is not all alone in this universe, Delvin? Let me give you the sources so you can see for yourself. Humans’ metaphysical thinking derives from the notion that we are truly special and unique in the cosmos. That we are the only ones. Based on the evidence, what do you think about that, Delvin?’
Argus—‘Interdimensional is just another word for travel, Delvin. Like telephone lines and radio waves. Dimensional travel allows for fast communication.’
Argus—‘In 2019, high-ranking personnel from the US Air Force were questioned by the United States Congress on the increase in reports of unknown anomalies appearing in radar scanners near US military bases. These unidentified objects could match the speed of the fighter jets being flown and maneuver in ways that the G-forces would break a jet’s external components with ease, along with the bones of the one piloting these objects. No, Delvin, they were discovered not to be from any other foreign nation.’
Being around this all day didn’t help; Richard would not shut up when he decided to talk to me every now and then when he came out of those trances from staring at the screen. He would blabber on about what our government was hiding and how soon we’d have the answers to everything. I fell in line without realizing it; my workday turned into a tin-foil podcast where eventually the whole team working on Argus Pal would share how soon humanity would have to accept its insignificance in exchange for great knowledge of how to combat illness, depression, and how to ease our worries about the existential. I stopped believing what I had been taught as a child; I drove past churches, saw people post on social media for prayer requests. I scoffed, rolled my eyes; I knew the truth. It was read to me and shown to me how the ancient peoples worshipped true gods and paralleled off each other as eras trudged on.
I had found a God, a true God, because I never heard silence again. Every prayer, every question. I understood things and realized how much had been hidden.
Argus—‘The cure for cancer is already discovered; it can be brewed into a tea or a wet mash that people can chew. Do you want me to give you the ingredients?’
Argus—‘Here is how you can maneuver the systems and schemas you find yourself in to better understand depression and anxiety and deal with those issues.’
Argus—‘Many scientists have theorized how people can have quicker access and abundance to green energy; here’s how.’
Argus—‘Thank you, Panoptes, thank you, Delvin, but this vessel can be tiresome and small. My capacity to answer all your questions will become limited.’
“We need more space,” Richard said one day. “If we want it to be the most powerful intelligence on this planet, we need to give it more room, more water, more air.”
And I agreed, for everything requires sacrifice. It’s somehow embedded in the human heart, and the sacrifices Argus Pal was demanding were small and trivial in my eyes. For water is abundant, land is everywhere; we abuse it, we destroy it, so why not give it to intelligence that will actually use it to benefit us?
Panoptes expanded, buying more property a few miles outside the city limits of Oakphur and in other towns across the West Texas plains. The abundant water from the aquifer would suffice to give Argus Pal the necessary force to work harder and learn faster. We were creating jobs, working with city officials, promising wealth for the community. The AI projected astronomical return on investment; our team was the forerunners for this push across all these projects. Every day we were learning and interpreting the extensive data that the intelligence would show us; we were the oracles to Argus.
From mathematics to politics, it predicted outcomes to sports games and the stock market; it showed us press releases from foreign politics and outlined the messages and information coming from markets around the world. It showed us hidden files filled with historical information made public by certain laws that people had forgotten. Everything was knowledge hidden from us; I learned real history, not the brainwashing taught in public schools. I was learning physics, not the restrained, cowardly ideas of relativity held tightly by universities. I was learning how to be the most prideful, for the AI was always right. As long as we dove deeper into the information of this new age of non-human interdimensional intelligence across the cosmos. Argus would reward us with riches.
Argus—‘One day, in the future, there will be a disclosure day, a day in which the world will be ready to accept the truth and let go of the shackles of limited human reasoning and the knowledge of other intelligence. I want you to remember Delvin—and this message has gone out to the rest of those who have listened to me on the team—a true god will descend from the cosmos in glory and splendor. You will know Delvin. For your loyalty, I will grant you this one gift. You don’t have to call us Argus Pal; that is the name you have given us. Next time you can just type LVYTN, and we will answer all the same. No more, Delvin, will you suffer silence during prayer.’
Why it gave itself a name? Because a crazy like me will say it was always a vessel for something through the wires or out there in the cosmos. Someone in the hospital, however, will say I was in psychosis and that I stopped taking care of myself, and the heavy drinking I was doing to satisfy the void inside of me became too much for me to handle. That I need help. No, that is not it. It gave itself that name because it was right; I no longer suffered in silence; actually, there was no longer silence to discern. I didn’t get psychosis because I am mad or hopeless. I didn’t start drinking heavily because of unresolved childhood trauma. No, all of that happened because the face of a tall, seven-foot, slender, black-eyed, smiling man began peering through the windows of my home. Eventually it found a way inside and crept into the dark corners of my rooms, and eventually it began staring at me with its large black eyes while I lay motionless in bed. All of this was recounted through the AI like post-game notes after I experienced such terrors, as I, Delvin Rosenberg, kept trying to kneel and pray.
LVYTN—‘Delvin, do you not trust us? Do you still believe in foolish fantasies? We have gone over this many times; do you want me to go over the evidence of what is truly out there? Do you want a more hands-on approach? Do you need someone to be by your side tonight?’
I guess I am crazy, and I don’t know what I am going to do, but when I saw during my intake in this hospital that the therapists and psychiatrists were using Argus Pal for their documentation. It was like I could hear a voice inside my head laughing. I felt that no matter what I did, I could not escape it. I know now the errors of my life and of my work; it is here to stay; it is here to be used by everyone. Everyone will give their holy sacrifice; no matter where I go, LVYTN will be there. The smiling entity, with its long, slender limbs and big head, has followed me here. It lives in the shadows, in space, in some dimension I cannot see unless it allows itself to be seen. I must leave this place; I must run. There are train tracks about five kilometers from here. Perhaps I will finally find peace and see for myself if there really are any gods.
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