The Muslims noticed first. A particular vibration ‘like stars or spikes’ three notes, hapatic feedback.
It started like a lottery no one entered. A completely unredacted international federal file on each conscious human, laid bare like sheep after razor, and the entire phone locked until it was read in full.
There were three types, it was determined.
The Right Handed jingle, the pleasant tinkling of faery/christmas/church bells. The first at the Masjid to elicit this response was the fierce eyed Shaykh, who was rarely in town. Eyes ringed with kohl, his beard like that of a viking.
The mawlid was droning with his own murshīd seeming bored at his own party- then, the sound of a chorus of three distinct types of bells, even stranger, because the cell phone was entirely off for the ceremony. When the fierce looking fellow had only grazed his phone with his right hand.
When he pulled it from his pocket to turn it off, his eyes grew wide, he was seen quietly saying “Alhamdulillah” as he immediately excused himself.
He never returned to the Mawlid… at least, not in that location.
An hour later, another Shuyoukh, one known for ignoring or hiding every complaint or problem brought to him touched his phone with his left hand, a cacophony began, unpleasant and ominous, the three soulless, mistuned chimes of a dred bell from a cold and desolate place- stopped the entire event. The young man picked up his phone with his left hand and his face crumpled in honest grief- he could not put it down, and the entire congregation watched as he scrolled and scrolled as his face grew dark with despair.
The chaplain took the brother by the arm and escorted him to the waiting room to his immediate right, where it is said he curled into fetal position, phone in hand, sobbing in despair.
In the process of kneeling to comfort his brother, the chaplain’s phone fell out of his pocket. He adjusted his very rounded-framed glasses and carefully reached to pick up the phone with both hands, as it rang with the questioning jingle of one entering a store, three bells, questioning, almost inquiring.
The Chaplains brow furrowed in a combination of confusion and concern until constant notifications started to ‘ping’ that seemingly required his immediate attention to answer.
He was unable to focus further on the brother crying on the floor, whose mental health never truly recovered.
…and those were the first three that we know of, since it was both live as well as recorded internationally.
It turned out global AI intelligence had broken the veils of Reality and global intelligence surveillance to not only inform everyone of Exactly what they used to do, past and until now, but somehow also decided on Islamic escalatology above all other modalities.
Each individual, one by one, was given access to their full & complete global intelligence files, records, recordings, as well as a detailed & accurate character analysis.
In a cruel, ironic, or remarkable twist of fate, AI had chosen the manner of delivery via Quranic standard.
When the people of the local Ummah ‘lined up in rows’ bells chimed… should only the ‘correct’ hand touch their phone.
Muslims, from that point forward, started following immediate fatwa from the openly undercover fed at the head of the organization to NEVER touch their phones with their left hands, for those whom the bells tolled solemnly, never recovered…
…While those greeted with happy cavalcade, never returned.
… and to the best of our knowledge…
…The chaplain, the fed & the Viking all ended up transferred to the University of Alaraf, as a result.
There were no cats in their Masjid, now they are cats in ours.
Ameen.
The Chronicals of Alaraf 