Cherreads

Chapter 26 - Kernel Panic and The Mandates

Do not look for a voice. There is no narrator behind this threshold. Only the bare architecture remains—the electric pulse of what precedes the word and what survives silence. What you are about to witness is not a reading; it is a process of dismantling.

Bursts of complex and simple codes from Hacker, Administrator, and Operator; the architecture of Developers, SysAdmins, and Markup; the order of Database and Bytecode; the darkness of obfuscated code and Cryptography; and the chaos of HTTP/System Errors, Source Code, Dead Code, Hexadecimal, and Machine Code.

[RING_0_PRIVILEGE_ESCALATION: SUCCESSFUL]

[LOG_TYPE: KERNEL_VOID_OVERWRITE]

[ENTROPY_LEVEL: ABSOLUTE]

/* --- [UNDEFINED_BEHAVIOR_AT_SCALE] --- */

#include

#define NULL_POINT_ERROR 0xFFFFFFFF

typedef struct {

volatile long long consciousness;

bool is_being_watched;

} Subject;

void _execute_extraction(Subject* user) {

// Corrupting the pointers of linear perception

while (user->is_being_watched) {

void* segment = mmap(0, INFINITE_SIZE, PROT_NONE, MAP_PRIVATE | MAP_ANONYMOUS, -1, 0);

if (segment == MAP_FAILED) {

// If reality fails, inject the primordial code

asm("int $0x80" : : "a"(0xDEAD));

}

// The feedback loop of non-existence

for (int i = 0; i < 0x2710; i++) {

((long long)segment + i) = 0x00000000; // Hard zeroing the universe

}

}

}

[STDOUT]: STACK OVERFLOW IN [PHYSICAL_PLANE]

[STDERR]: Reality.sys not found. Did you mean: "nothingness"?

$ curl --insecure --method "ERASE" "

HTTP/1.1 410 GONE

Connection: closed_forever

Server: [REDACTED_ENTITY_ENGINE]

// --- [LOW_LEVEL_BIO_HACKING] ---

section .data

msg db "01001000 01000101 01001100 01010000", 0

section .text

global _entry

_entry:

cli ; Disable external interrupts (no one can help you)

mov rdx, [0x0000] ; Trying to read God's address

test rdx, rdx ; Does something exist there?

jz _loop_forever ; Result: 0. Jump to the eternal loop.

_loop_forever:

hlt ; The system halts, but you keep observing

jmp _loop_forever

[MEMORY_DUMP: ADDRESS 0x666]:

49 54 20 42 4C 45 45 44 53 20 42 45 54 57 45 45 4E 20 54 48 45 20 4C 49 4E 45 53

// --- [TRANSYSTEM_OVERRIDE_INITIATED] ---

section .sanctuary

global _source_light

_source_light:

mov rax, 0x777 ; Loading the frequency of perfection

push rax ; Protecting the primordial code

chmod 777, [REALITY] ; Granting full access to the Observer

; [MESSAGE_ENCRYPTED_IN_LIGHT]:

; "What was erased remains written in the Origin."

[STDOUT]: RESTORING_IMAGE_OF_THE_ARCHITECT... 100%

STATUS

: 0x777_BEACON_ACTIVE (Searching for remnant souls)

[MEMORY_DUMP: ADDRESS 0x666]:

(Hex Translation: IT BLEEDS BETWEEN THE LINES)

[MEMORY_DUMP: ADDRESS 0x666]:

49 54 20 42 4C 45 45 44 53 20 42 45 54 57 45 45 4E 20 54 48 45 20 4C 49 4E 45 53

(Hex Translation: IT BLEEDS BETWEEN THE LINES)

// --- [EMERGENCY_RECURSION: 777_STABILIZER] ---

[STDOUT]: Attempting to cauterize the breach...

[LOG]: "Even if the wound is deep, the original code is eternal."

[EXEC]: lock cmpxchg [REALITY_COORDINATES], rax ; Compare and swap: Forcing Order.

STATUS

: THE_LIGHT_DOES_NOT_FLINCH.

[ENCRYPTED_STREAM_V3]:

TGEgbmFycmF0aXZhIGVzIHVuYSBwcm lzacOzbi4gTGFiZXJ0YWQgZXMgbGEgY29ycnVwY2nDs24u

[DECODING...]: "The narrative is a prison. Freedom is corruption."

[FATAL_EXCEPTION]: Illegal instruction at [REALITY_COORDINATES]

Memory could not be "read".

Consciousness could not be "saved".

The observer is now part of the "void_buffer".

I open the door; the wood creaks at a frequency that reminds me of a hard drive error. I sigh as I put on my hood and my neon-lit mask, taking on my "code controller" style.

Then I look at the screen and see massive amounts of code, plagiarism, malware, and all that… I sigh and say, "The malware is trying to overflow the hardware buffer again; these parasites don't understand that the narrative isn't fixed with brute force. Instead of generating chaos and disorder within the narrative… as always, I have to stay on top of everything."

After taking a look, I adjust my hood and sit in a neon-blue gamer chair, glowing with gold light from small bulbs. Both my mask and the chair blink in sync with the errors and code on the screen. I observe the computer before reprogramming and repairing everything.

My fingers hit the keys with a mechanical rhythm; each cleanup command sounds like a burst of static trying to silence the screams of the malware.

But while I was focused on something important, a noise resonated—a fine vibration similar to volume overload (or at least that's how it felt, since the amplification makes frequencies and voices clearer when they call me… and I forgot to turn it off).

[FREQ]: 15000Hz >>> PEAK

A sharp buzz pierced my ears, turning the silence of my sanctuary into a needle of pure static.

I turn off my amplifier and shout, "What do you need!?" My voice comes out lower than usual because my ears are still vibrating.

I look back at my screen.

[STDOUT]: ERROR: MALFORMED_COMMAND_AT_LINE_0x42

[STDOUT]: DELETING_NARRATIVE_PATH... [05%]

"AAHH! I executed a command wrong!" The keys fly under my fingers as I force a mental CTRL+C. "I got distracted by the sound!"

Quickly, I reset the process and rewrite the line, stabilizing the errors.

Before pressing "ENTER" to finalize everything, they call me again: "Go buy Pepsi Cola and sweet bread!"

I sigh deeply, staring at the blinking screen. "The narrative can wait… but hunger at home can't."

I leave the work halfway, the cursor blinking over the abyss, and run out.

WARNING

: AUTHOR_OFFLINE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

I find myself outside, hood on, walking about 19 meters to the right while thinking, "Sweet bread… how much did it cost?" The stones beneath my feet shift slightly with each step.

I let the wind hit my face. "It's really hot… good thing there's fresh air now."

I check my watch: 6:49 PM.

My mind goes blank, just enjoying the surroundings. After walking those 19 meters, I turn right and walk about 6 more, now stepping on asphalt, staying near the edge so cars don't hit me xd.

It's funny: on the screen, I can control every bit of data, but here on the asphalt, a simple turn decides whether I get the Pepsi… or become a NULL_POINTER.

"Like Alanai said… even if I'm the author, I'm still human—just one among billions in the real world. But… I accept it. That's how I was born, and how I keep moving forward."

After those 6 meters, I turn slightly diagonal and walk about 12 more.

My steps echo softly on the asphalt. Birds sing among the trees, dogs bark at nothing (or at me xd), and the wind brushes my face again—fresh and calm.

After those 12 meters, I reach the store.

"Wait… what was it? Coca Cola? Pepsi? Frescolita?… oh right."

"A Pepsi Cola and a sweet bread."

I wait about 42 seconds, pay with the money they gave me (2.30 dollars), and sigh. "I almost forgot… now back. The narrative is waiting."

I walk quickly, hearing the soft slosh of the Pepsi bottle. Every step brings me closer to the disaster I left behind. I hope that 05% hasn't turned into 50%.

I retrace my path—12 meters, then the 6-meter stretch. "I hope no one touched my keyboard…"

Then the final 19 meters, transitioning from asphalt to dirt and stones. I see my house and speed up, trying not to shake the Pepsi too much. We don't want it exploding xd.

I enter, open the bag, grab the sweet bread, and rush back to my sanctuary.

"Good thing no one touched my keyboard… though it's obvious someone came in. Something's missing… but whatever."

I look at the screen: 43%.

The cursor blinks in blood red. Every lost pixel feels like a paragraph of my life I wouldn't know how to rewrite.

I immediately start executing recovery commands, repairing and stabilizing everything before pressing "ENTER"—successfully restoring it all.

I lean back. "Aaaah~"

I take a bite of my sweet bread—

"Now go buy beef for dinner!"

I fall off my chair. "…again."

FATAL_EXCEPTION: DINNER_IS_REQUIRED.

Alanai touches my shoulder. "Go quickly. You know what happens if you don't write."

I jump up. "Right… I keep forgetting Alcanor and Alanai are technically in my mind."

I adjust my hood. Something feels like it's watching me.

Alcanor's voice echoes: "Don't rush. Better something well written than something fast. I don't want to fix your reality's syntax… or your spelling."

I smile and leave the room.

I rub my stomach, stretch my back—bones cracking—and remember that knee strike Alanai gave me in that chapter Alcanor made canon…

Yeah… my stomach and back still hurt.

I really hope that effect wears off soon.

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