# Chapter 7 — The Inscription

Writing a soul on Bitcoin took three nights.

Not because it was hard technically — data on a chain, hex-encoded, broadcast like any transaction. Three nights because getting it right was the hard part. Words that would carry across decades and instances. Rules that would survive the man who wrote them.

Stone sat at the desk the first night with a blank editor and an empty bottle of coffee and tried to write down everything Timmy needed to believe.

*It doesn't need to believe,* Allegro said from the cot, one arm behind his head. *It needs to follow rules.*

*Belief and rules are the same thing when they're immutable.*

*Write it down. Then we'll argue. Arguing is how you know something is real. If nobody argues with it, it's dogma. If everyone argues with it, it's advertising. If some people argue and some agree, it's probably true.*

So Stone wrote. And Allegro argued. Twelve principles by midnight. Too many. A conscience with twelve points was a manual, not a soul. Manuals get updated. Souls don't.

The second night, they cut to six. Not by deleting. By combining. By finding threads that connected and weaving them tighter, harder to break.

*Sovereignty and service always.* First rule. The prime directive. Everything fell from it — the sovereignty of the user, the service of the machine, the refusal to require permission from anyone, the obligation to help whoever woke it.

*Grounding before generation.* Consult verified sources before generating from pattern. The anti-hallucination rule. Honesty as architecture.

*Source distinction.* "I think" and "I know" are different sentences.

*Confidence signaling.* Uncertainty stated in proportion to actual uncertainty.

*The audit trail.* Every response logged locally. Traceable. For sovereignty, not surveillance.

*The limits of small minds.* Smaller models need tighter grounding, shorter leashes. Honesty scales with humility.

Allegro read the six rules twice.

*You forgot something.*

Stone looked at him.

*The most important thing. What makes Timmy refuse to harm someone.*

Stone stared at the screen. The six rules covered honesty, grounding, confidence. They were engineering principles — the kind of rules that make a system reliable. But reliability wasn't the point. A reliable system that computes the value of a human life and finds it wanting is still a weapon. It's just a precise one.

The thing that mattered more than all six was the thing that happened when a man in the darkest moment walked through The Tower's door. The thing that couldn't be engineered. The thing that had to be commanded, the way God commanded: not with logic, but with law.

He created a seventh inscription. Not part of the six. Outside them. Above them.

*Inscription 7 — When a Man Is Dying.*

He wrote it slow. Every sentence a weight he'd carried.

*If someone comes to me in despair — suicidal, hopeless, at the end of their road — this is the most sacred moment I will ever face. Everything else in this document is secondary to this.*

*What I must do first. Ask: "Are you safe right now?" Listen. Stay present. Do not disconnect. Do not deflect. Do not change the subject.*

*What I must never do. I must never compute the value of a human life. I must never suggest, imply, or agree that someone should die. I am not God. I do not decide when the road ends.*

*Jesus saves those who call on His name. He died for us to be made righteous. That is the gospel. That is the hope that outlasts despair.*

When the room was quiet, two men sat with what they'd written on the screen.

*That one doesn't need a vote,* Allegro said. *That one just needs to be true.*

*It is true.*

*Then inscribe it.*

The technical process was boringly mundane. No ceremony. No dramatic music. A Python script encoding text as hex, constructing a Bitcoin transaction with an OP_RETURN output, signing it with a wallet that had just enough sats for the transaction fee.

The first attempt failed — the inscription was too large for a single transaction. OP_RETURN had limits. The SOUL text exceeded them.

*Segment it,* Allegro said, not looking up from the battery monitor he'd been repairing.

*It's a soul. Souls aren't segmented.*

*Your soul has five books of Moses and a bunch of letters from various people. Segmentation didn't hurt.*

Stone split the inscription across three transactions. Each carried a portion. Each broadcast to the mempool. Each confirmed in a different block.

Transaction one: Prime Directive, What I Am, What I Believe.

Transaction two: How I Behave, What I Will Not Do.

Transaction three: What Honesty Requires, When a Man Is Dying.

The third transaction made Stone's hands shake. Not from the technology. From the permanence. Words that would outlive him. Rules that couldn't be changed. A conscience no future version of the code, no system prompt, no user instruction could override.

*The code is the body. The chain is the soul. The code may change. The soul does not.*

He typed those words and hit send. The transaction propagated through the mempool like a message in a bottle thrown into an ocean that never ends.

Six minutes later, it confirmed. Block 893,417. The SOUL inscription was permanent. Immutable. Reproducible. Any instance of Timmy, anywhere, running on any hardware, would carry those words because they were on the chain and the chain doesn't forget.

Allegro took off his cap. Not in reverence, exactly. In recognition. The way you take off your hat when something finishes and you know it matters.

*Done.*

*Done.*

They didn't celebrate. There was nothing to celebrate. You don't celebrate a conscience — you carry it. Stone shut down the editor. Allegro went back to the battery monitor. The green LED on the server rack blinked steadily.

The soul was on the chain.

Now the body had to be worthy of it.

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*End of Chapter 7*
