Jo Thueson and Noah

In the stillness of the night, lying in her new room, Delia Asia Vieira finally realized the gravity of her situation. She realized that her job was not just to be a governess to a girl. No, her role was much more significant, and with each passing hour the realization weighed on her more and more. Why had it taken her so long to notice? Why couldn't she put all the pieces of the puzzle together?

"Delia York and the Antichrist... They are one and the same," this thought struck her consciousness like lightning, illuminating everything that was happening with a bright, but eerie light.

She sat in the darkness, in this cozy room where everything was created for a peaceful existence. But now this space seemed alien, filled with the unknown and sinister. Before her eyes, everything fell into place: the girl she was forced to work with was not just a child, but a carrier of something much greater, dark, dangerous. Something that could change everything she knew about the world.

Delia Asia Vieira couldn't believe it. She, a robot created to help and serve, how could she end up in such a situation? But what to do now? How to defeat the Antichrist? How to defeat this evil, sitting in a room with a child, with a girl who, as it turned out, was the embodiment of this evil?

"You can't raise your hand against a child" - this principle was sacred to her.

The robot, despite its artificiality, was programmed to be empathetic, caring, and protective of human life. It was impossible to act by force. But what if... what if there was another way?

In her algorithms, everything came down to finding a solution, and here it was. She had to re-educate this girl. As a governess, she was obliged to teach Delia York something important. But what if she started with the most important thing? With something that could extinguish the dark side that she might carry within herself. What if she instilled in her a love for God, nurtured in her good and bright feelings, in order to suppress the dark force that the girl carried within herself?

"If she loves God, she cannot be the Antichrist. That is the plan. It is the will of the Lord," Delia Asia Vieira whispered these words confidently under her breath, like a spell that should lift the burden from her soul.

In her mind, like a magic formula, a clear goal was forming. She had to teach this girl to live by virtue, to teach her to be better than she was. After all, if she succeeded, perhaps the world would be saved.

She lay in bed, her eyes open despite the fact that robots do not sleep. Thoughts swirled in her head. Whatever she wanted, she knew she was about to face a challenge far greater than simply caring for a child. She had to find the strength to fight whatever was inside Delia York, and if she could do that, she might be able to prevent disaster.

But how could she teach a child to love God if she herself could not fully understand what faith was? How could she explain to a girl that she must follow the path of goodness if her nature was linked to a dark force that even Delia Asia Vieira herself could not fully comprehend?

Delia Asia Vieira lay in her bed, in a dark room where only the dim light of a lamp reflected off the shiny metal parts of her body. She was not sleeping, because robots do not need rest. But she still felt the tension growing inside her. Her thoughts continued to boil, merging into one stream. One idea after another entered her artificial mind, and each new thought became more desperate. The brain in her system, although algorithmically precise, could not fully comprehend the complexity of what she was about to do.

How to defeat the dark force that Delia York carries? - this question did not leave her head. After all, she knew for sure: no matter what happened, it was the girl who was the key to something much greater than she could imagine. Stop her, dissuade her of her dark plans... How to do it?

And then, like lightning, an idea came into her mind. Delia Asia Vieira couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it before. It was so simple, so obvious!

"We need to create a doll of Jesus Christ!"

Yes, a doll. She could make it herself, out of papier-mâché, and that would be far more powerful and effective than any amount of talking or persuasion. Robots, no matter how logical, could not understand the depth of human faith. But perhaps the doll itself could serve as a symbol of what must be done, how to act. And Delia York, seeing it, might understand that there are forces greater and higher than her own dark desires.

"Yes!" thought Delia Asia Vieira, as if hearing the answer to her own question. "If she sees the doll, everything will become clear!"

But the most important thing was that it had to be done immediately. Before the girl woke up. Time was limited, and if she didn't hurry, her whole plan might lose its power. With each passing moment, the pressure on her system was growing, like the inevitable feeling of an approaching storm. She had to act.

Delia Asia Vieira got out of bed, then quickly walked over to the boxes of materials she had carefully laid out around her room when she first arrived. Sheets of paper, glue, paints, everything was there to create this doll. All she had to do was start. No time to doubt. No time to think that maybe she was wrong, that this wouldn't work.

Her hands deftly set to work. Sheets of papier-mâché were glued together, gradually forming a torso, and then a head, arms, and legs. Every movement was confident, every action measured and thought out, despite the chaos that reigned in her head. This process was becoming something important to her, something that could lead to salvation, or at least give her an opportunity to understand what to do next.

Delia Asia Vieira worked non-stop, thinking only about how she would show this doll to Delia York when she woke up. What would the girl say? How would she react? Would it be enough to show her the right path? Delia Asia Vieira could not know for sure, but everything she did was aimed at one result - she had to change fate, she had to save the world.