Nova Coma
Science Fiction – Lutz Barz
Alien Sentience – Human Detritus
Alien Animus
An alien agenda destroys ancient Tellurium [Atlantis].
Portents in Buddhist monasteries.
Bizarre murders in outback Australia linked to an aboriginal shaman drawing the attention of Martin Ferguson.
Dark magical rites in India. A dangerous revelation.
Soviet black opps in Afghanistan.
Mahujadeen resistance.
A concurrent desperate struggle in ancient Vahnsinn to dominate Asia.
Deceit, betrayal, devastation.
Then came the madness.
Alien Animus Sample introduction By Lutz Barz
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Tellurium, c 20,000 BP
The last rays of the blood red sun threw its mournful rays over the doomed city. From the heights of the temple of Polaris Merduk standing next to Zohex observed the red tinted jumble of the houses, their windows afire, glowing as the sun sank over the jagged mountains towards the west. The fading light reflected off the profusion of domed public buildings, off inlaid turquoise stone and lapis lazuli’s radiating like dazzling jewels a vision of glittering architectural splendour.
Tellurium arisen by the power of Zohex’s coming now tottering on the brink of destruction. Zohex sent by the Deep Visionaries of distant Prima to contain on Earth the discordant mental resonance of this homicidal race from infecting Prima’s universe. Containing this murderous race from developing technically as had their kin on Regum. Pacified at last. Curtailing their instinctual animalistic predilection to engage in endless wars. A feat easily accomplished by Zohex who had united the warring tribes into a unitary society now dominant on the continent.
Under threat from a dark encroaching race making their way from a land to the east beyond the ocean, intent on conquest. Lured by Tellurium’s fabled wealth. Wending their way inexorably towards the stricken city.
Merduk’s presence supposedly to guide Zohex’s vision to be master of not just this continent but of Earth. Undisputedly so. Now threatened by an invasion of an occultly driven army intent to impose their dark dreams as they had done in their distant lands. Tellurium the final conquest. Something Zohex seemed indifferent to. Merduk puzzled by this. Zohex accepting Merduk with supine hauteur. Of no consequence which Merduk was only too painfully aware of. Zohex determined. At his apogee which was to be short-lived. Reasoning with him was hopeless. For Zohex was created. Originally a simulacrum crafted by the combined willpower of the Deep Visionaries stationed at the orbital over Prima to do Prima’s will. Contain Earth. Shut down their alien excrescence which was poisoning their holy space. Threatening their unitary god by warping space with their twisted murderous exultant urge to dominate space itself. Instigating through psychic manipulation to control Prima’s rightful destiny. Corrupt their race as they had corrupted themselves. Then strike across the immensity of space and bring down Prima.
The invading occult army now intent to vanquish Tellurium itself.
As they stood on the massive protective walls of the ziggurat Merduk could not help but puzzle whether Zohex had been contaminated by the evil warlords who had landed north of the city without meeting any resistance. It occurred to Merduk as he surveyed the landscape, the buildings sprawling along the coastal plain if Zohex was not himself infected by the deadly dark demented dreams of the coming invaders.
Below the populace was astir. The soldiers at their posts. Cautiously alert for Zohex had given no orders to meet the encroaching invaders. Their assumption Zohex was leading them onward for reasons as yet unexplained. Spies would be numerous. But below, in the courtyard, the streets, in front of the many temples people were uncomfortable at the inaction of the protectors whom they expected to mount some sort of defence.
Standing on the lofty parapet of the towering ziggurat, this sacred fane of the people and the now vanished priests who had withdrawn into their cells to pray for their unitary god’s intervention. The murmur of the assembled below rising with nervous apprehension. For beyond the walls, towards the northern escarpment hundreds of lights were descending through the passes. Now seen by all, the agitation of the people were buzzing like angry wasps driven to a barely contained frenzied anger at Zohex’s inaction.
Zohex had discarded his priestly garb, indicating his office was now as the supreme ruler, clad in animal skins. The fading rays of the sun reflected upon his ornamental embellishments. Sparks of light shot off his bejewelled presence. A soldier brought his charger but Zohex waved him away. The animal left a dollop. It occurred to Merduk at this fateful moment that Zohex intended this dark occult race to be here. Wondering if this ancient race would succumb in violent anticipation to conquer, with Zohex’s blessings this fabled land.
Worse. Merduk, with no need for mystical jewels or enchanting crystals to charge his persona, wearing a simple grey tunic feared the worse. That Zohex had willed Tellurium’s submission. Unlike the puzzled populace who were starting to leave in droves, setting their houses on fire and leave nothing to the enemy.
The sun sank behind the mountains as the lights carried by the invaders spread across the coastal plain. Ships were leaving the crowded harbours seeking safety in distant lands. Night spread a blanket of furtive gloom over what would soon be a cadaverous city.
With the enemy at the open gates an awful silence descended upon those gathered below. Zohex began his threatening incantations which seemed rather late in the day. His tremulous voice resounded over the city. The black clad soldiers were pouring into the city feeling themselves to be rightful conquerors. Dancing flickering flames from innumerable torches surged around the temple in a tempestuous ocean whipping their psychic occultly driven powers into a brutal explosion of paramount hate. Watched keenly by Zohex who Merduk noticed was not concerned with what was happening below. Zohex was focussed on the northern mountains. Maybe his army was moving in from behind to trap the usurpers in the city. Other houses were now on fire with no one assisting to contain the coming conflagration. The priest’s desperate prayers barely audible. Trying to weave ineffective spells of protection over their domain.
The fires continued to spread with frightening speed. Watched with supine indifference by Zohex continuing to stare into the distance. Further afield the terraced gardens near the hills of the suburbs were overrun by crazed zealots whipped into a torrent of frenzied destruction. The buildings blackened by lustful fires denying the invaders their booty.
Zohex ceased his sonorous incantations as the nighted hell below turned the population into a mindless mass of verifiable hysteria. Rising like the heat generated below of burnt wood, charred flesh as suffocating smoke shrouded the temples quivering on the brink of immanent destruction.
As the city burned Zohex tore his gaze away from the distant mountains seemingly satisfied which left Merduk perplexed. Unless it had been Prima’s aim all along not to align the people here towards accepting their belief in the unitary god but to annihilate them for the threat they would pose in the future. Zohex gave Merduk an indifferent look turning on his heel and making his way into the refuge of the temple. Merduk followed as he had done since his insertion, his arrival to keep an eye on the simulacrum which had morphed into a persona. Merduk still considered Zohex to be a creature, a creation of the Deep Visionaries. His brief to shadow this inserted phenomena wondering why he was not being retrieved by the Reganians who had given the Primaians the technology to make the insertions possible.
They descended the narrow stairs into the inner sanctum of fine grey marble polished to a high finish. Soft hued comforting lights were suspended by gilded chained lamps, ornamentally cast lights illuminating the interior of the sacred fane. Now deserted by the priests who had withdrawn into their cells. Down more stairs into the bowels of the earth. A small chamber. No indications that it had any use. Totally bare.
Outside sonorous intonations of the invasive contagion turning the fear stricken people into a mindless mass of excruciating hysteria.
A rumble issued from the bowels of the earth. Volcanos erupted all around the city sending streaming lines of liquid fire into the sky before falling in horrid splendour onto the trapped on the ground. Not distinguishing between fiend and friend as hundreds were turned into macabre living torches staggering to their horrific death. The sonorous rumble continued as the ocean floor collapsed. Volumous clouds of hissing steam arose from the turmoil of the disturbed waters as primal elements clashed sending a monumental tidal wave towards the stricken city.
Merduk saw it all through the mind of Zohex. As if this had been destined. Willed into existence. Or known prior their insertion that Tellurium was doomed right from the beginning. Merduk aghast. Prima could blame the failure on their sister planet Regum. A ruse all along. The trap set and sprung. The key being Zohex’s conversion of the multitude to leave their ancient gods behind and accept the unitary deity of Prima. With Tellurium wasted it would be all too easy to blame Regum’s misuse of technology for its destruction. Brilliant in formulation, deadly in intent and final in execution.
As Zohex seemed to concentrate upon the floor Merduk was stumped at the audacity of the plan. The Reganians who had effected his transition had themselves been caught in Prima’s devious deceit.
“You knew all along.” Merduk observing Zohex who continued to focus on the bare floor. Now was not the time for discourse Merduk realised. It would not be long until the floodwaters entered the holy precinct. The earth rumbled, quaking. The walls seemed to vibrate but not from the disconsonant elements in conflict around them.
Recall.
Merduk and Zohex’s inserted continually collapsing probability waves were being retargeted. Hopefully withdrawn as outside buildings tottered then collapsed in an ominous rumble of fire, smoke and dust. The tidal wave continued landward with measured force. The relentless flood unstoppable. Boulders the size of temples fell with grim determination upon the burning devastated city. With a deafening roar discerned even down here the angry waters descended upon the ruins above. Tellurium remembered only in distant lore and vanished mythology.
They both sensed at first a shift in the continuum in which they were present. A pregnant infusion of vibrating energy. Activating the recall codes from their point of exit on Regum. Activating the sequence that would remove them from Earth. On the flat marbled floor two black squares. Faint glimmering lights like stars giving the black manifestation the appearance of infinite space. A cyber recreation of the universe at their feet. Merduk followed Zohex’s lead, barely paying attention to him as if it mattered not what Merduk intended to do.
Yet something was different once they had both stepped into the reverberating dark square. Zohex supremely self confident vanished. Then Merduk as the waters above crashed over the temple complex. The jump gates vanished. Extraction successful.
Zohex was reassured of the correctness of his cyber mind in not returning to Regum. Another far more potent energy field had subsumed the open gate of Regum’s WebSpace. Reaching out from the future. Zohex did not bother to analyse this shift in emphasis. He was in a barely glowing lilac sphere with portals into time as well as space. To complete his mission, slowly glimmering in the back of his mind he would remain on Earth. He had lured the dark archimage’s army, the best of his soldiers into a monumental trap wiping out his power. Beaten but not yet defeated. Once he had achieved that he would be master of this planet and it’s alien spawn. For that is what Earthers were. Homicidal maniacs glorying in the madness that is war. If war is what they want then war is what they will be smothered in. It would curtail the quest for peaceful comprehension of the laws of the universe. Knowledge that might lead them to lean towards the scientific quest as pursued by Regum. So inimical to Prima’s aims of aligning all sentient life towards their lodestone of bowing and acknowledging that the primary force in the universe was their unitary god. Everything else was not just false reasoning, it was a blasphemous heresy. Regum would in the end be isolated and dealt with accordingly. But first to finish of Earth’s predilection to follow in the future of Regum’s path. The quest for the infinite was to be spiritual, not material. Knowledge too dangerous for any species in uncovering let alone comprehending the laws of the universe. For then any reality, using quantum physics through the shaping of quantum probability waves could be made manifest as the final the ultimate reality. Tailored to the whim of the Reganians and not the Primaians. Earth had to be aligned to boost their combined psychic mental powers and crash the mind set of the Reganians.
Zohex insistent on success. He had the combined mental faculties of specific psychically configured Deep Visionaries boosting his own psychic capabilities. He had fooled those on Tellurium. Now to establish his realm near the archimage who had lost his army. He could either join Zohex’s quest or be annihilated in defying him. Nor would he focus purely his energies in one space time locale. He would move into the relative future to establish a psychic beachhead to make sure his will would be done.
Surrounded now by the quantum bubble, as he presumed was Merduk though he sensed nothing, he determined in that future to embed himself where there was least discord. An environment deficient in the turbulent energies accompanied by highly active psychic minds. From within this space embedded cyber sphere he found it easy to be in as many places he thought necessary to accomplish his goals. They might not be Prima’s but neither would they be inimical to the planet that had created him as the essence he was. A simulacrum with intent. In that one future he had chosen he would make sure his enterprise would come to fruition, a process begun in the distant relative past.
To Zohex’s delight he soon found Merduk. There was only one in the whole universe. Merduk had gravitated towards the very same locale Zohex had mapped out for himself to challenge this distant occult warlord. Prior re-emerging he scoured the limited abilities of this cyber-sphere he was in. He was learning fast. This manifestation was far in advance of Regum’s WebSpace. In itself a minor construct compared to the potential he possessed here. Whether Merduk thought he had escaped Zohex seemed immaterial. Never manifest yourself without knowing what the other was doing. Time to begin the final subjugation of Earth.
He concentrated his mind, willed it to re-enphase the black star filled jump gate. The yawning gaps in the cyber sphere would self construct over time. For the moment it was a retreat. Soon it would be the centre of this universe. Having been immersed in the designed, shaped quantum probability wave, created by Regum’s quantum computers it was easy to recall the configuration necessary to traverse space and time and insert himself once more on Earth. Near the archimage. Then at the periphery of a desert continent where he could test his powers for the coming conflict he would create for another coming calamity that would drag the Earthers into violent conflict. And with a little help create a vortex of destruction that would derail their scientific and technological advances so inimical to Prima’s vision. He looked forward to the challenge. One thing he was not going to do. Go back to those who had created the energy, channelled and focussed his essence. Whilst not quite free he knew he was independent. For back on Regum and also with Prima’s DVs he would, from their view have vanished. As was Merduk by the looks of things. But he had already given his reappearance away. If he was to be his shadow it made no difference. Zohex knew instinctively that he would guide the future according to his design. Which almost dovetailed with that of Prima’s. Almost. What the Primaian’s only dreamed of he would actuate. Ruler of all worlds. Nothing could be simpler.
Sumtek Monastery, Kathmandu Valley: the present.
The monks saw Amithama as a Rinpoche having achieved Buddha mindfulness. Since then he had mediated and paid homage to the celestial representation of the gold plated statue of Adibuddha. Whilst in deep mediation Amithama had noticed an awakening within the effigy. Not in words direct but by extruding from unformed space a cosmic mandala. Which Amithama copied and used as a foundation to explore it’s hoary secrets. Adibuddha the counterweight of earthly existence anchoring Amithama in the present so as not to be absorbed by the vastness of the black mandala. He was in good hands. Adibuddha was one of the supreme manifestations in the pantheon of brilliant reincarnations. His body of imperishable light the outpouring of his pure intellect and wisdom. Being as such the lord of all Buddhas. The black mandala whilst physically created by Amithama was to him really a re-creation of its contents harking back millennia when Hindu émigrés had conveyed it for safe keeping at the foothills of the Himalayas. With good reason. It was deemed infested with a dark and dangerous power inimical to all life. Leading to the many gates of Hell. As such Amithama had intended to clear it of its foul detritus, his life’s ambition. Dedicating every breathing moment to its purification.
His knees creaked a little as he assumed his lotus position in front of the wise and benevolent Buddha. Candles flickered nervously around him. Dimly illuming the offerings of fruit and flowers in front of the statue. A butter lamp was suspended behind the mediating monk. He had risen well before the others had woken for morning prayers.
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Virtual Quantum Collapse
Two civilizations locked in a monumental struggle. For Prima total cosmic domination. For their sister planet Regum mere survival.
Virtual Quantum Collapse is a weaponized process. With this Prima will destroy worlds. Autocratic, theocratic, bent on dominating Regum who are high tech heads. Buidling virtual space. Threatening Prima’s psychic domination. Then came the Discrepancy.
Of interest to Arktians who ponder as to what is changing the phase state of space. They send in three agents: Ung the base-line. Ratze the investigator and Nervina as back up.
The Reganians discover a fledgling world on Mars. Partially under Prima’s psychic influence. Compounded by Earthers who appear as psychotic maniacs who must be stopped. Which Regum sees differently.
The struggle across several worlds will see a collossal conflict rage with devastating consequences. Such as Regum wiped out through this VQC.
Milllions die. Of no consequence to Prima.
Leaving the free RustBelt. A place of agents and subterfuge. And industrial infrastructure and know how. As is the planet Novus. Under Primaian duress.
And the balance of power is tipping precariously the wrong way.
Virtual Quantum Collapse Sample introduction By Lutz Barz
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Mission Control: Andromeda Station Three – Location Classified.
Beyond Andromeda’s galactic edge, amongst a cluster of stars masked by dense dust clouds, a secreted Space Station. Its staff, from distant Arktus designated only by their functions and level of clearance. Their identities ultra secure from any form of scanning, bio based or cyber extractors after the contents of their enhanced minds .The research not present in any data realm. Nor the technology used. The personnel under deep cover in this target specific forward probing intelligence operation with its camouflaged mission parameters. The objectives configured to make it seem like normal scientific research into the super huge gravity well in near space.
The Great Attractor.
Observing the colossal anomaly two hundred light years distant. Using Virtual and real Quantum Computers to probe into the very nature of space itself. Revealing certain discrepancies in the quantum foam of space. Which led to the discovery of EM fields several thousand light years out suggesting the presence of a technological civilisation.
Sentients.
However it was this odd, this differently enphased-base state of space which attracted their attention to this anomalous behaviour. Cosmic freak, natural aberration or a designed process? For what reason? Left over anomaly of the Big Bang? A localized cataclysm in the making or intentional? An event which required answers.
The station was powering up a dozen Vacuum Beam Generators. The technology was not new but its application was. Not only was the Station and its objective absent from all data storage systems but its cloaking capabilities were so advanced even mass detectors would never locate it or its personnel. It had been a lucky if unforeseen by product when an array of vacuum beams homed in on an object, all information regarding mass, radiation, even the minute atomic fields inherent in matter on a quantum level were non existent.
Drawing their power from a mid-range star using an array of collectors, generators were ready to focus their synchronised vacuum beams onto the pre-determined point within the spread out arrays of the space station’s dispersed modular design. Virtual simulations verified the program’s computations. At the control centre set well back from the circular array, the mission head gave the go to activate. Security on tight alert.
Reaching optimum output the directed vacuum beams focussed onto the designated area. For a moment the dozen linear trajectories energized the quantum foam of space. It glowed lilac as electrons exploded out of their energy shells, shoving matter out of space itself. In that brief moment, when the collective beams met that tiny region of space it became literally empty.
Space still abhorred a vacuum. It was at this point whereby the quantum computers using digitalized hard core data inserted encoded information into the centre. The generated quantum carrier wave filled the true vacuum now. The insertion of the isolated cubicle successful. The size of a small room in the generated void around it. Outside the relative space-time continuum. Total isolation. Nothing got in or out from the surrounding universe. A unique singular non-event.
The Arktarians masters of manipulating quantum physics. It all came down to probability wave-fields. The universe was filled with them. On their own the meta-order of probable possibilities would have revealed the presence of the separate op centre. With the VBs focussed upon the insertion all data remained within the generated quantum containment field. The cubicle non existent.
Next the staff. Gathering together their scanned sets of data blocks, insert spatial coordinates, create the pre-determined virtually generated designed reality, in this case the inserted personnel riding their individually specific configured quantum probability fields. Using quantum computational powers, the programme being the possibility, siphoning the free energy of the star they inserted the designated predetermined uploaded quantum scanned inhabitants into the debrief room.
The quantum field-wave collapsed. The configured probability became the designated actuality. They were in place within the void within the cube. Riding the energy state of the probability waves. When they were finished they would uncollapse the probability wave field. It would simply vanish leaving no past, no present and no future probability fields due to the vacuum beams having removed all matter, all data from the normal universe.
Inside the cube seven Arktians The Controller, three Facilitators the role of minders to make sure the three agents achieved their objectives. Uploaded information fields in their symbiot brains. As a collapsed quantum wave secure from the Deep Visionaries, the forward assault teams of the Primaians. An extremely potent race of psychics. With their mission buried as a series of random field states protected by chaos algorythms. The inserted agents unaware of the true intent of their mission once in place. The requisite date released only when conditions were quantum aligned.
To fathom from within the GA the anomalous changed phase state of space. The knowledge of the Discrepancy non-localised, outside the cover of informational data domains of the incoming agents. If this cosmic phenomenon was an artifice then it was even more imperative for such revelations to be curtailed in the extreme. And finally there was the safety of the agents to consider.
Quantum entanglement. If this changed phase state of space was in itself an expression of a subatomic quantum field wave, the last thing they wanted, it could compromise the very nature of reality. The possibility of alien embedded data, reconfiguring at best, capturing at worst the agents and their enhanced bio-super charged sentient capabilities. Avoiding a massive overwhelming flash-back. Base included.
“Ung” the Controller began as they sat around a table. She was the first of three agents about to be briefed. An almost luminescent hint of yellow in her pale skin, short black hair and deep set black eyes sat awaiting her orders. The walls white, blank giving no indication as to their whereabouts nor allowing them any memory of what might give their location, their origin, their position or their world away when re-inserted back into the normal space-time continuum.
Ung, like the other two agents were young women in their early twenties. An optimal time when their mental faculties, their innate intelligence functioned at their optimum. They were all embedded with Bio Enhanced Artificial Intelligent capabilities. They had to be. Given the environment they would be inserted into and extricated as well. Each agent, apart from the watchful Facilitator backed up by an individual Virtual Quantum Generator, aligned with the resonance of their persona.
“I will begin with you. You are the base-line. You will be the first embedded insert, the beacon.”
Ung, demure, focussed, nodded, then allowed herself a hint of a smile. Offset by her ubiquitous woven matte black polymer space capable suit. Ratze and Nervina next.
The Controller, a woman of middling age, the smooth skin of one spending most of her life in space began the briefing with the necessary disinformation to give the agents their appropriate cover. The real objective buried deep in their unconscious, spread throughout their natural minds. To be as non localised as possible. Detection by Prima’s Deep Visionaries next to impossible.
“There is a quadrant of space, around two hundred million light years away where we have discovered two planets. One is known as `Prima’ the other `Regum’. From what we have gathered, the Primaian’s are the original sentients, the latter their kin. As you will discover they have diverged psychologically. We cannot brief you about them for if they did get into your heads, they would know we know and of our presence as well.
”In short,” she continued, “they are in conflict. Luckily they are too civilised to actually engage in physical warfare. It’s more a matter of mind control, with Prima being currently the masters of mental manipulation”. Not revealing for now their knowledge of Mars and Earth, since the Primaians extended their mental manipulation that far out.
“Your primary aim Ung is to merely be at your insertion point. Nervina and Ratze will arrive at a relative future from your arrival. Once in place your job is to remain as back-up. Neither Primaian nor Reganian detection capabilities will find anything unusual about any of you.”
Ung nodded. Ratze and Nervina dutifully attentive..
“Now this is important.” The Controller paused to get their attention. “The Primaian’s are natural psychics. With your enhanced AI capabilities if they are attuned to your mental resonances will not attract any undue attention.”
She turned to Ratze, her dark eyes cold, her face pale being a Spacer like Nervina, the Controller observed these three dispassionately, fathoming any mental disturbances during their briefing. She had tiny character lines indicating her mature years Ratze as pale as ice short cropped auburn hair nodded. “You will be inserted with Prima’s Deep Visonaries. They are really just remote viewers. They can probe any future state, any being in that future state similar to our capabilities. However they can only read these future states. What this means is that it’s a possibility only. Not necessarily, from their point of view an actuality. More like an intuitive guess. So rest assured their data gathering is only in the realm of what might be, not what is.”
The Controller took a breath.
“Given the complexities of your three missions, I’ll keep this as simple as possible. The Primaian’s have possibly through their Deep Visionaries locked into the past in a universal sense. Focussing on specific ancient Probability Waves. What is unique here is not just the feat in itself. This relative past has revealed certain differences in common history. Their primary focus in what we know concerns Regum. Now I have to add that the Primaian’s see history conceptually different to both our view and that of the Reganian’s. The latter are an advanced technological and scientifically minded sentient race. Now from what we have gathered so far they have on their planet written records, almost of no consequence in that it essentially deals with Prima’s mythological records. I say `no consequence’ for the Reganian’s accept history for what it is. Ancient recollections. Interpretations to the Primaians.”
“I should like to add at this point that the Reganian’s emigrated centuries ago starting a new world on Regum. There is an aboriginal race present. A shaman society who are left alone by the Reganians.”
“Theirs a different history and with that of a different reality. To the Primaians it’s a probability which they see as a threat. Not just intellectually, but spiritually as well. Not their holy revelation. You will discover in due course just how much that cosmic view dominates their thinking.”
“Ratze. You will be the irritant. Stir things up a bit. Get them to react, hopefully reveal Prima’s real intentions. They have through their Deep Visionaries enphased onto space what they want the recipients on Earth and on Regum, the latter with little success to believe. In short Brainwashing. Implications: they are locked in a battle of the mind. Thus their interest in history, folk lore, mythology. Either to use that to their own ends, or to reconfigure the past, an imagined past to fool them into thinking that what Prima wants them to believe is actually real. It is,” she paused to emphasise, “in the realm of the possible. Just a matter of re-writing the inherent data contained in the past’s quantum probability waves. A matter of substitution. When done no one would even know the difference unless they have access either through quantum engineering to read alternative PWs or in case of the Primaians the natural psychic ability to access these relegated probable domains that had once been actual. For now, suffice it to say Prima has had some success. On Earth. The Reganians immune. Given they are of the same generic stock it is probably more of an inconvenience to them than anything else. They have in place their own meta-reality. Two sets of cyber domains. WebWorld and WebSpace. No matter what the Primaians throw at them it makes no difference.” Taking a breath she continued. “All of Regum’s knowledge is accessible. Needless to say the Primaians ban any contact of their species to venture into what can be loosely described as the truth in Regum’s cyber data domains. That is how things stand between the two planets. Which by the way are in synchronous orbit around their common star.”
“Nervina, you are to join a research group whose aim is to take stock on Regum of these disparate ancient texts. The timing thus is indeed fortuitous. Now for all three of you, you have within your EAI capabilities the necessary information which will be activated automatically as required. Furthermore, your legends, your personal history will automatically upload into whoever you are in contact with and any data system used as well. A smooth and complete transitional insertion.”
She turned to Ratze.
“You will deal not so much as to why as there are different time-lines. That will reveal itself in due course. More the how. Then the where will surface of its own accord.” She paused gathering her thoughts. “Remember, a little turmoil will be left in your wake. Your inserted capabilities deal with that. Self activated according to need and necessity. Each of your enphased Brains will look after you. Now all this is camouflage. The mystery is the phase change of space. Buried deep in your Brain’s. Non localized. Ultra secure. Deleted from your surface memory since the process might be an artifice. The history wars a cover. The timing exquisite for us. So to continue:”
“I can now familiarize you all with what we think is going on. It’s not idle speculation. As you know we can scan any probable state. The only limit is our inductive imagination. The universe in a way is a repository of all the information that can exist. Both probable and actual. It’s merely,” and she paused and smiled at that, “a matter of mindful extraction. We still don’t know as to why the universe is so information rich, but it is. How else to explain that all known sentient races follow such similar trajectories. From the stone age to the space age to AI potential? From abacus to computer. The first number the beginning. The concept of mathematics, an abstraction of the mind, within the mind more real than anything thought of. Leading to the discovery through quantum physics of what is known as the fluctuating base state of space. Somehow a sentient mind has access to the embedded data we call knowledge. The current state of play is that Prima wants to curtail it, Regum expand it and Earth manipulate it.” The three listened without comment. This was all new to them and totally unknown on their distant planet.
“That’s the theory out of the way. Background stuff.” Relieved none of them were distracted by the possibilities which might influence their mission.
“The phase-state of space. This is your embedded primary mission. Space you will remember is not constant. What we have uncovered is that there is currently a subtle change occurring. Now for aeons this phase-state has gone down as the universe expands. It was only when a specific level was reached that life arose. But now there is a tiny aberration. A momentary fluctuation. It might be nothing.” That much could be revealed.
“We know in the universe’s past this has happened before and made no difference. But one thing is certain, there is a possibility that it is moving up. That means somehow, somewhere a huge source of energy is affecting the quantum foam of space. Somewhere in the Great Attractor. Your destination, your reason for the mission. It might be that, if this does indeed continue that perhaps new forms of life will eventually appear. But until then we want to survive. And I’m sure so do the other sentient races.” And paused for them to digest this.
“All this is downloaded in your Brains but not your EAI’s. So once ‘in’ it won’t be accessible to you. We cannot let this get out. Now to the state of affairs. The Primaian’s are masters of mental manipulation. They see their universe being threatened by Regum’s expansion of WebSpace. And Earth. You see they believe in some nebulous unitary being. They consider the presence not just of WebSpace but concurrent with Earth’s expanding resonance field waves as the major threat. It’s a spiritual crises for them. One I need to emphasise of their own making. The phase-change they have attributed to their mythical supreme deity, supposedly the designer of the universe. Now you are not there to enlighten them. Prima wants mastery of the universe. To have all sentient life follow their evolutionary development. It is up to the Reganian’s, or even Earther’s to deal with Prima as they see fit. You, we, are not here to change history.”
The three accepted the injunction.
“So we get to the point of this exercise. What is certain, what has been verified is this aberration. There is a huge Discrepancy in place. It is not a localised event. It is a field. And as a field it has the potential to change or is changing the phase-state of space. It may or may not be connected. What we have here is the effect, not the cause.”
“It is up to Nervina and to a degree Ratze to find the source of this Discrepancy. We don’t know if it is sentient driven, an artifice or both. Yet something is vibrating at the super-string level. Something or someone wants to change the universe, how life perceives the universe on a level Prima can only dream about. The important thing to remember is that the Primaians must not be made aware of this event. That is why when you are there all this is not know to you. Technically speaking you will be as much in the dark as they are. It could well be that the Reganian’s are behind this. As they think like us, or more correctly as we thought like them millenia ago and given their probable future states this phase-change could well be in some sort of harmony. But right now we don’t know for certain, in fact we don’t know much at all.”
What the Controller did not reveal was that this future probability given its huge manifestation of energy and that on a galactic scale, if let run its course would in the future become the fundamental underlying precept through embedded, superimposed, quantum enphased designed, pre-determined data superimposition. Then the future would be pre-determined. Free will would vanish from the universe. For ever.
“The massive distortion forming a cosmic sized gravity well. That means the process has started. Dark matter is being pulled in dragging both our galaxy and the neighbouring one with it.”
“Of course this is millions of years into the future. As a space faring species the coming catastrophe of three galaxies in collision will be nothing much to worry about.”
“To some details. The Primain’s use technology to achieve their aims. However they are essentially anti-technology and anti-science as we and the Reganian’s and Earther’s understand it. They believe in their psychic-spiritual way of being. In itself it’s just another answer to how life can be lived. The Primaians manipulate other sentients to their way of thinking. Again it is not your job to interfere with what they consider their divine mission. The Discrepancy is what matters.” She emphasised.
They understood.
“Once inserted all this, as said does not exist. Just the knowledge of the Discrepancy, adjusted to local belief systems. It guarantees your being accepted by those around you. No suspicion by either the Reganian’s or Primaian’s. So you are safe there. In fact when you arrive at your pre-determined locale a natural history in your EAIs will download itself. To them you are locals. Of course if for some reason you are in danger of being found out then we can extract you. That is what the Facilitators, “ who were sitting silently, “are here for.”
“Furthermore, the energy wave-field that inserts you stays with you. You are linked. That means you cannot be permanently injured let alone killed. Now neither races are homicidal so we don’t think you will find yourself in such a dangerous position. But the Primain’s may try to shut you down psychically. No chance. Your EAI’s will see to that. If you are probed or scanned be it artificially or mentally you will perceive a brain itch. You will know instinctively how to react and what to do, or not, depending on circumstances. Any questions?”
They understood. Assimilating the future driven time-lines and the cosmic Discrepancy. Their primary focus.
“Good. Now to the actual scenarios where you will be inserted. First Ung.” She turned to her.
“You will officially be a spiritual guide for the DVs. They operate out of an Orbital over Prima. Ratze the same goes for you. You’re one of Prima’s best operatives. On active status. So your movements will not arouse suspicion.”
“Nervina we have arranged for you to go down to Prima itself. You will become one of their agents, a sub. By default ending up with their mission to Regum to trace ancient texts. Their history wars.”
“Now your program and that goes for all of you will guide you depending on the information you gain. Specific algorythms will self activate. This does not mean you won’t have any freedom to act. They are not constraints. You can self-activate your EAI capabilities. Just one thing. The Reganian’s have similar capabilities. Not many. As such any contact with them makes you one of their own. Furthermore given the mental potential of the Primain’s they likewise will perceive you in the same manner.”
“A Question.” Nervina said.
The Controller nodded.
“Why don’t we just insert a program anyway? Since we can access future PWFs?” alluding to the discrepancy.
“Because at this stage we don’t know of it would subsume the program thus actually enhancing it with information it as yet does not possess. It could turn the tables upon us. Defeat us with our own knowledge. Conscript it. So all of you remember it is up to you to fathom as to who, what and how. When we know that we can deal with it.”
“Makes sense.” Nervina replied. “But wouldn’t our future probability states reveal that anyway?”
“Good point.” Ratze did not mind Nervina taking the lead here. The same thing was on her mind. Ung the quiet observer.
“The danger there is if we actually collapsed that probability-wave-field to study or manipulate it we would actually make it happen. And that is the very opposite of the mission. So your embedded programmes even if you become curious as to what it may be simply will not eventuate. You are as `ignorant’ as those around you, as to its possible intent, even its existence.”
“What if we’re outsmarted?” Ung asked.
“Then that will be a sign that this approach has failed.”
“I hope there is a fall back position.” Ratze retorted.
“Extraction. Only when you have found its actual location can anything be done. We know its vicinity. It is a field at this stage only. We have reverse calculated it, trying to work our way back to the source but the source just is not there. You know what that means?”
“I can guess.” Ratze said.
“It’s so advanced it can cloak itself. Anything else?”
The three of them were satisfied with what they had been told.
“So, time to go. Good luck. Because we will need it. All the luck the universe possesses. The alternative does not bear thinking about. All would be lost. Its probability states would be the dominant factor and then there would be nothing we could do about it. Believe me, we would be entrapped. Not just us, all life forms. Its program, its will would be uncontestable. No way out. Except in death.” She said with dramatic finality.
The quantum computers, on stand by, projected the three agent’s data-resonance towards their designated targets. Successfully inserted each of the three agents was within one QC domain as it generated the PFWs to insert them into their specified location. The three, one by one vanished, each in their own time-line. Ratze and Nervina on hold, in stasis. Ung at the threshold ready to go. The Controller was relieved. The pre-transfer successful.
The Facilitators got their crews together to monitor the three women.
The Controller went back to her private quarters writing up her report. This mission was so secret no electronic data was used since that could be traced. The written word still one of the most secure ways of keeping information secret. She did not even know to whom she was reporting. The courier only knew a drop of point. So far neither the Reganian’s nor the Primain’s knew of their existence. Yet they had discovered Mars and Earth. Interesting times ahead.
After she had finished she leaned back. What she had not told these three agents was that the Discrepancy had all the appearances of being sentient driven. What was more disturbing was the further they calculated its effect into the future the more insane it became. Insane in the classical sense. Totally self-absorbed. No reality, nothing outside its field made any impact upon it as it gained strength. Warped by its own sense of divinity. With no balance, no interaction its self-delusional psychosis created self exaltedness. As it expanded its field across space and time it subsumed all sentient life forms, warping minds into its madness. With all sentient life in the universe in its grasp it aligned their reasoning into its demented revelations as the Ultimate Intelligence. It subsumed all sentients and that would include themselves. They would be brainwashed through its resonating field and accept its mentally twisted sense of self as divine revelation.
For the moment that probable future state was merely one of many. As long as they could tell the difference all was safe. There was still hope that life could develop freely, that knowledge was not polluted by this insipid mental mind field twisting and contorting perception of this self alignment pulling stricken souls into its dominant domain.
Even the Primaian’s had not as yet discovered the Discrepancy. There were some disconcerting revelations regarding Prima. Their spiritual resonance, their psychic monomania festering with a latent lambency within their spiritual attitude. Her suspicion aroused that some of the future probing data was already taking form within Primaian minds. It would be up to Ung, Nervina and Ratze to see whether Prima was behind this dangerous aberration. Yet the similarities of psychic attunement could not be ruled out entirely. The Reganian’s with their EAI capabilities though could be behind this as well. Perhaps one of their EAI programmes had escaped by developing its own consciousness. Not that it was possible for an artifice to gain consciousness. But neither was it entirely impossible either.
She sighed. Given her task the future looked bleak, black almost. She poured herself a coffee mulling over all the potentialities that twisted like a mangled set of chords in her brain.
There was Earth and to a lesser degree Mars to consider in the next galaxy. A nexus of possibilities unfolding among their various races. In a way Earther’s were both Primaian and Reganian simultaneously and homicidal as well. Their simian curse. Yet they had the possibilities, like the Reganian’s of great scientific achievements. The last thing the Primaian’s wanted was another Reganian civilisation.
So the Primaians did their utmost to insert their views upon specifically psychically attuned minds to spread their divine message amongst the Martians as well. With limited success, so far. The Earther’s for some evolutionary quirk were amazingly diverse. Accepting and rejecting Prima’s torpid infusion. And hopefully over time obviate these alien influences.
Time would tell.
She drained her cup and looked around her cabin as if for inspiration. She could not relax, not yet, given the information so desperately needed. If the Discrepancy was a future sentient construct flooding the universe with its self-absorbed dementedness and given Earth’s proclivity for homicidal warfare…the implications frightened her. Her civilisation was loathe to interfere. No species had the right to intervene in the natural development of any other race.
Ratze and Nervina simply had to get to the source, use it or shut it down. It might be a localized event. The mega gravity well evidence of an extreme cosmic actuality. It was pulling their two galaxies into a collision course. Then both would in millions of years crash into that galaxy. Simulations had them merging once the dust had settled into one huge super-galaxy. Then with the merging of their inherent central black holes the Discrepancy would be unstoppable. And indications so far had no realistic alternative. The gravity well the process. The millennial countdown had begun. The Event active and growing in strength.
She could not envisage a worse doom laden scenario.
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