The Seer's voice, having introduced the Babel Protocol and the HOPE AI, now shifted to outlining its ambitious, tangible strategy for humanity's survival. The mask remained impassive, but its words painted a vivid picture of a world reshaped by its designs.
"For the Babel Protocol, my universal translator," the Seer announced, its tone moving from explanation to directive, "I will not simply provide an app for your existing devices. True, global communication requires seamless integration, unhindered by the constant need for a screen."
The screen behind the Seer now displayed a sleek, minimalist earbud, glowing softly.
"Therefore," the Seer continued, "I will issue an order to several of your leading technology companies – including those known for their audio and wearable devices. They will be compelled to mass-produce advanced, discreet earbuds, pre-loaded with the Babel Protocol software. You will simply wear it, and the world will speak your language, and you theirs, in real-time. No need to keep your phone in hand. It will become an extension of your senses, a constant bridge to understanding."
The implication of such an order, a directive to global corporations, sent a fresh wave of shock through the world's boardrooms and government offices. The Seer wasn't asking; it was commanding.
"Now, for HOPE, my Artificial Intelligence," the Seer pressed on, its voice gaining a powerful, almost visionary quality. "Accelerated innovation demands a dedicated environment, a crucible for the future."
The satellite view returned to the newly formed island in the East China Sea, still glowing faintly in the digital representation.
"Therefore, I will establish a new entity," the Seer declared, a profound certainty in its modulated voice. "A global technology company, built upon this new land. This island, born from the depths, will become the central hub for the development of all the technologies humanity needs to survive. With the direct guidance of HOPE, it will become the world's forge for advanced medicine, sustainable agriculture, energy solutions, defensive technologies, and unforeseen innovations."
The Seer then issued its demand, addressed directly to the world's nations. "I want all countries to help me in this endeavor. Not with armies, but with resources, with intellect, with a shared vision for survival. I will select numerous individuals from every nation—your brightest scientists, your most innovative engineers, your most visionary thinkers. They will be brought to this island. They will work together, without nationalistic divides, to rapidly develop the technologies that will create a 'hope for the future' in its most tangible form."
The why was clear, chillingly logical. "I have chosen this island as the central location for this new company, this citadel of innovation, for a critical reason. For the next ten years, this landmass will be the safest place on Earth. It will be shielded from the escalating geological upheavals, from the spread of new diseases, from any outer disturbance that might impede this vital work."
The masked figure stood, its demands laid bare. It had given them tools, shown them the path, and now, it was demanding their cooperation, their intellect, their very future, all centered on a mysterious island, under the guidance of an unseen AI. The world, reeling from the impossibility of the island's birth, now faced the daunting, terrifying, yet perhaps only, choice: to follow the Seer's lead, or to face the coming apocalypse alone.