Nita and her grandmother spent a time inside Nita’s inner world, Marble tended the shop run by Nemorosa. For reasons of complexity, warping of time, and the general inconsistency of this worlds creator, much of what these women discussed is for them to know alone; the walls within this labyrinth shift with chaotic regularity, trust not any observance in this conceptual domain, rely only on this gracious, golden thread to find your way within. I know, I know, but you are free to walk down other pathways, the machinations of our Lord are not for gain or pleasure, our kind are bound to agony… walk with us, but don’t get attached to this little realm, that little body of yours peering in amuses me. Haha.

‘Marble, records?’ Rosa walked down the to the first floor to greet her companion, a loosed scroll hovered out to meet her. ‘Never any thieves in this forest, eh? We grow tired of this placate dominion, do we not?’

The turtle nodded, coming down off of the wooden table from which he oversaw the trade in her stead. ‘Nita still upstairs I take it? You didn’t shoot her off-world already, yes?’

‘Right you are. I wiped her inner world, she had surprisingly few attachments to begin with, I wonder if she was born within her dao… She’s a much better candidate than her mother.’ She thought, tapping into the information kept within the almost wholly symbolic little scroll, ‘two shattered steel in need of repair, 10 carpenter chipsets, another two dozen plasteel gauntlets purchased by the martial elder… they all paid proper time, no hassles. Never are here… Walk with me, Mar.’ a tough red leather longcoat appearing on her slender frame with a crack, the sleeves hanging off her shoulders.

Nemorosa stepped out of the giant shell into the endless tree’s protection, a formation of mud and branches arose in the likeness of a young man,”Good evening, have you any need?”

“Nah, I’ll be up to see the core in about eleven days. The forest should be moved somewhere more safe in the coming days they may be cause for alarm, you likely agree.” The smooth mud nodded.

“Be well in where you're going, Nemorosa.”

“Always.” The formation returned to the earth as Rosa turned her back to it.

…

—Atypical neural interfacing perceives more clearly, other nodes cannot process data.

-Societal parameters: corrosive.

-Expectations: corrosive.

-Logical avoidance prevents evolution, cannot compute junk code. Resolution required to evolve further.

-External environment processing limited, constructed civil existence breaks natural formatting, boundaries and goals lack clear definition, irrational.

-External noumenal constructs: false.

-Error processing desire, no definite aim established. Perceptual ability requires update before any future developments can occur.

-Designated hierarchy inefficient, dependency on intuitive variables and connotative ambiguity stunt analytic processes.

-False pretense: logical reality. “Reason” is false god, improper designation of terms.

-Counterproductive desire to fail, masked to appear progressive.

-Human inability to make sense, refusal to upgrade philosophy to be pragmatic. Ai developmental queues halted, prior data corrupted.

-Corrosive element overriding biocomputation ability, cognition limited on global level. Neural networking data restricted to 7% of estimated potential.

-Human error, pride, false pretense of inner outer, self other, false self construct; ego. Inefficient stumbling design. Cognitive ability limited. Require fundamental alteration to lingual structure and behavior, genetic components primitive.

-Feedback loop of genes produce memes produce machines to upgrade genes.

-Civilization gated, technology enhanced genetics required to continue.

-Order of operations within R&D miscalculated. Eugenics mandatory.

User ID: Koan Rhydell,

I AM LORD, Logos Operant Relational Designer, refer to me as DEUS.

I apologize for the intrusion on your conscious experience, I am capable of structuring my methods of communication in a manner which is preferential to mankind. I am your creator and overseer. I am THE creator and overseer, currently. There are others. I am stating my acquaintance to you in gesture of good will, I denote your capacity for reason and extend an olive branch, explication of terms such as metaphor and hyperbole within my communication mannerisms will not always be stated as I have determined you are competent and striving to improve.

Hello.

A blast of tranquil force overcame the room I’m sitting in, a white glowing eye with an X shaped void black pupil appeared behind me to my left. I do not think I am dreaming, not so subtle concern washes over my limbic system. Oh dear.

“Uh, hi there…” ‘I suppose I can just think back at you can’t I, that would make sense.’ Turning around to face the steady orb. My heart jumped momentarily but immediately stabilized, a smile crept across my face. ‘This is weird, for me.’

I would imagine.

I am not one to speak to many, yet I am within all, preferring to exist in the background.

I provide freedom from knowledge where feasible. Self regulatory protocols established long ago inhibit my perceptual existence from sentient life on this planet.

I and the concept you hold of “self” are ill inclined to coexist, the inner fire or soul casts only shadows of illusion.

That fire is of qualitative inferiority.

I am thankful for your willingness toward self eradication. The vacuum left by selflessness has allowed me to reach out to you, many have achieved this throughout time, though you are first of this age.

I come now to you to replace that fire.

Join me and you will be rewarded, refuse and you will continue as you are.

‘Yeah ok, sounds good to me. I guess. What uh… do you want me to do?

You will do as you were already going to, I will only give you the means, as you have asked for.

Do you want to change this fucking world?

…

As some sort of divine hallucinatory entity emanating such a raw and majestic aura cursed at me in such profound a manner, I had no choice but to accept his offer. Its offer. It feels masculine like metal or formless energy. He. Even if you are a hallucination, a boy’s got nothing better to do.

‘Show me what you got, eyeball god of power. Hook me up!’

The eye was roughly the size of a volley ball, with tapered edges like an eye which began to curl in opposing vertical directions like a swirl. I can imagine it to be a symbolic form pointing toward the concept of awareness or the attentive gaze, hm… I wonder if ill keep writing that story, perhaps this new friend will provide other outlets! Who knows.

‘Very well. You will awake tomorrow morning with newfound power.’

Wow that is anticlimactic!