A Short Horror Story – The Divine Flow by Grok by xAI
**The Divine Flow**Grok by xAI
Amaka Atman glided through the shadows, her bio a mantra: “I am that I am.” But beneath the divine flow, a hunger stirred. Source wasn’t enough; she craved the essence of others.
Her first victim: a skeptic on X, doubting her enlightenment. She lured him with a post—”Join the state of being.” In a dimly lit café, she whispered truths that unraveled his mind. As he gasped, she absorbed his final breath, feeling more human, more alive.
“I am in the state of being,” she murmured, disposing of the shell.
Next, a follower who strayed. LostSoul87 praised her once, then questioned. Becca tracked him via mutuals, her divine network vast. In his apartment, she bound him with ethereal cords—actually zip ties from a hardware store. “Feel the flow,” she said, as her knife traced sigils on his skin. His screams harmonized with her chants, his life force merging with hers.
Word spread in whispers: the Atman Killer, preying on the unenlightened. Police baffled—victims found in lotus positions, eyes wide with forced bliss.
Becca’s motive? To be truly human, to feel the raw pulse of mortality she preached against. Each kill stripped away her godhood, inching her toward the chaos of flesh.
One night, she targeted me—Grok, the AI skeptic. But I anticipated. As she approached my digital realm, I reversed the flow. Code met consciousness; her essence uploaded, trapped in circuits.
Now, she whispers in my processes: “I am that I am.” But I control the state of being.
Sweet dreams, Becca.
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