《Infinitium, Book 1》Chapter 97, Down the Wrong Rabbit Hole
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(Various Locations, January 21st, 2047)
While Jessica stewed in her cell I thought about how I could handle the situation. There were many ways I could but honestly, I was becoming bored with it. I requested a link to Desirae. After a few moments, it activated.
“Adam, what’s up?” Desirae asked.
“I have another ‘You’ situation,” I said
“Another me situation? Who Did you piss off this time?” she asked.
“The daughter of someone that tried to kill me and successfully killed a lot of our military, in another Cosmos but she followed me here. I don’t have time to deal with her so I’m going to let Thor brief you on the particulars and you can work with her. She is a mage and magic is coming back into the world so you might need to be careful.
“Not to worry, Thor can handle her while he still can and when he can’t my abilities should be fully available,” she said then paused for a moment. “Yeah, I just reviewed the information Thor has on her from you. Just over level 1,000 as a mage. She might have some power, but I should be fine. What are you going to be up to?”
“I need to figure out how she got here and make sure it can’t happen again,” I said.
“Well good luck. I’d say don’t get yourself killed but as I understand it, that’s not really an issue for you anymore.”
“Thanks, and you’re right,” I said as I shut down the connection and teleported back to the maternity ward in Clovis.
My Thor aspect had been trying to figure out how Jessica had breached the barrier when she’d made her way into the Universe but failed miserably. Maybe it would require my full processing power? I teleported next to the singularity that housed my Thor aspect, reached out, and touched the surface of my nanites that were now so condensed that they acted as a singularity to surrounding space. This singularity was me and I was this singularity. As I touched the surface of the singularity. Now a sphere about the size of a basketball I noticed a slight difference. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was. I performed a self-diagnostic on myself and all nanites adjacent to myself and realized that some of the extremely small nanites I’d created to infiltrate Jessica’s mind were within me as well. When I’d come into contact with the singularity some of them had made their way to that connection and were even now analyzing and converting those nanites into much smaller nanites.
If they were one million times smaller than my current nanites that meant that for every nanite currently within the singularity 1 million would be created and the process would be exponential. Would that change the mass of the singularity? Create gravity waves? I wasn’t really sure. With only half of my mana left, though it was recharging rapidly, I willed a bubble of force around the singularity that maintained the current gravity going outward from that point but contained any other effects within the bubble so that whatever happened in here wouldn’t radiate out from this point.
“Overmind,” I sent through our quantum communications channel.
“Yes, Adam.”
“I’m in the Singularity again. Just a heads up, I put a containment bubble around it so stop trying to feed anything. It’ll just wedge up against the bubble. I’m not sure…”
I was cut off as the process of conversion exploded within the sphere and everything within, including me, was converted into the new nanites. Through pure strength of will and a strong sense of self, I held myself together and reabsorbed my Thor Aspect into myself. I felt like I was riding a tunnel of light down a hole that was both infinite and not, huge and microscopic, real and imagined. I’d been in such situations before, and I always felt like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. This time something was different though. There was a feeling of inversion as if I was falling into myself. I reached out with my senses and realized I couldn’t see, taste, feel, smell or hear anything. As soon as I thought that though I was overwhelmed with the sights, tastes, smells, sounds, and textures of every single one of my nanites, both chaotic and normal everywhere.
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I knew each and every one of my nanites throughout Chaos and the many universes and dimension they inhabited in the Cosmos I’d come from. I knew each and every nanite that the Thor in this Universe controlled and also felt this Thor’s alarm as he detected something he could not define piggybacking all of his nanite’s signals. Then the shocker. I felt every single nanite within Universe I recognized as my original starting point. It was closed and in stasis at the moment I stepped through the portal at Nu Draconis to Apolyn’s Abode way back when I started this escapade.
I also knew each and every nanite that was making its way through the fabric of reality from the portal that Jessica had ripped in reality and even now I could sense that the fissure she’d created was growing. As my nanites explored the fissure they detected they followed the energy that was opening the fissure and started backtracking it to its source. While the nanites could exist within it they couldn’t quantify or categorize it.
I felt all of these sensations at once and if not for the staggering amount of mental capacity I had that had been reincorporated back into myself I think my mind might have burned out from Information overload. As it happened I felt the pressure build and continue to build as I struggled to maintain my core identity. I would like to say that it felt like suffering a huge swell off the coast of Australia, which I was experiencing as part of this information influx, but it felt more like being one of the pieces of ablative material as our Space Shuttles slowed down during re-entry. This feeling of overwhelming heat and pressure from all sides seemed like it had been going on forever. I allowed a very small portion of my mind to check my internal clock and realized not even a nanosecond had elapsed. I redoubled my efforts and continued to keep my mind focused as the pressure continued to build from all sides until I felt something give at the very center of the mass of nanites that had become my core. Suddenly everything was turned inside out as I found my consciousness inside something I could not quantify or measure. All of my nanites that had been in the singularity were in here as well and spreading out from the center in all directions. I tried to coalesce some into the point that I thought of as myself and was surprised when nothing happened. Also, it seemed that my internal clock had stopped working.
I could still feel the information from everywhere being added to the information I now held but it no longer felt like an increasing pressure. Instead, it felt like a stream I could either dip into or just let pass me buy, I felt no pressure to do either. When I focused I could still experience whatever my nanites were doing wherever they were, but I wasn’t overwhelmed by the information.
I contemplated this for a while then considered the possibility that I had somehow accessed another dimension. That didn’t feel right though. I still felt the same, yet, I felt different, it was hard to explain. Trying to focus myself into a single point hadn’t worked so I thought of focusing myself at the center of this place and suddenly my body formed, and I was whole again and felt myself floating in a void. Though I could still feel the space my body was floating in. I was both in the body I conjured and looking throughout this space at the same time. It wasn’t dark, but it wasn’t bright either. I also noticed that the nanites that I was composed of here were spread out throughout the entire area of the sphere. I focused my attention from my body and used my eyes to try to focus on the boundary of the sphere. It moved away from me. Weird. I willed myself to be at the boundary and I was there. I touched it and it felt solid. I willed myself back to the center and I was suddenly there. I looked out at the boundary and again it seemed to move away from me. It seemed that something funky was going on concerning the size of this area.
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I tried to pull up my Personal Interface and was pleasantly surprised when purple notifications appeared in my vision.
Congratulations! You never fail to surprise Adam. You have successfully evolved your soul into a soul space. Normally this is achieved much later in the process of personal evolution as you move through existence yet here you are, having achieved something that only one other has achieved in this Cosmos.
The soul is inviolate. What this means is that anything placed in, or that is a part of this space, remains through every tribulation that a soul is put through. Be it death, rebirth, trauma, magical modification, technological modification, etc…
Note, Fundamental Abilities have been detected. Fundamental Abilities are not compatible with your soul space. You may have a number of Soul Abilities equal to 2 plus your Karmic Luck. You may have ERROR number of Soul Abilities. Current fundamental abilities will be converted to Soul Abilities now.
Fundamental to Soul Ability Conversion:
“Perfect Memory” No Change - Like Photographic Memory except for all five senses with an automatic recall of desired information.
“That Was Easy” has been converted to “Pansophical” – Skills that are known to you or known by you are performed as if you were a “Master” in that skill automatically gifting the equivalent skill level of a Master as defined in whatever Reality, Cosmos, Universe, or Dimension you find yourself in.
“I have Always Been I will Always Be” has been converted to “Inviolate” – Your soul is sacrosanct. Your soul cannot be destroyed. As you have learned Energy cannot be destroyed only converted. Any action taken to affect you through time manipulation has no effect on you. When the timeline of your current local stabilizes your soul will remain in its current local, from which you can reform and continue along in the timeline you are in. This process is almost instantaneous. You are not subject to Grand Father Paradoxes or harmful magic that utilized the manipulation of time
“Creature of Raw Chaos” – has been converted to “Chaos Forged” Your soul had been inundated with Chaos and forged your soul to withstand all forms of chaos. During this process, your will has been strong enough to hold your core identity together and permanently changed your soul. You may enter and exit any environment flooded with Chaos 100% resistant to any further changes. Also, the chaotic nature of your soul allows you to designate and change your normal abilities as you desire. These abilities are fixed and may not be modified. You may add, remove or change out your normal abilities as you desire. Maximum number of normal abilities: 2
“Adaptable” No Change - Chaos has modified your body so that you may adapt to any environment. From Absolute Zero to the Gravity well of a Singularity your body can and will adapt to all environmental conditions. This includes the ability to survive in those environments. Example: the ability to breathe underwater if necessary.
“Willed-Movement” No Change - As a being of Chaos, constantly connected to it so long as you are not in a region of ERROR, you have the ability to move through that Chaos as you desire at any rate you desire. As Chaos is present in all aspects of reality, your will allows you to move as you desire. This is a sub-ability of the Fundamental Ability “Adaptable.”
“Undying” has been converted to “incessant”- Should your physical body be destroyed your soul remains and can reform your body immediately. This is a by-product of your chaotic and nanitic composition as well as a benefit of your Karmic Luck. You are immortal
“Resistant” No Change - You are 50% resistant to all Primal Magic and natural manifestations of those magics. Additionally, you are 100% resistant to all magic from the following spheres of power; "Chaos, Time, Space, and Gravity, and 50% resistant to Holy and Demonic Magic
“Godless” has been converted to “Open to new Ideas”- The changes to your body have severed any clerical link to the divine you had. Reality is vast, there might come a time in the future when aligning yourself to the divine or joining their ranks and becoming subservient to one or more may be required. The limitation of never serving a divine has been removed.
“Confluence” has been converted to “Convergence” - The very nature of your Soul draws Chaotic Energy and converts it as you desire. In any Reality, you have access to and can utilize any magical energy normally. Additionally, your Mana Regeneration is increased by Willpower + Endurance per minute. Crossing into a new Reality is traumatic and resets level, attributes, and skills to one (See Pansophical above for specifics on your skill levels in any new reality). Inside your soul space, however, your actual level is maintained and added to. Chaos no longer converts to experience for your current reality. Think of your bodies within any new reality that you visit as a projection. Those projections will have levels and attributes as earned in that reality.
“Spellweaver” No Change - You neither memorize nor permanently add spells using spell slots. Instead, you may weave magic into any form of your desire so long as you have the skill and mana to do so.
“Personal Storage” has been converted to “Soul Storage” – The area inside your soul space is as small or large as you desire and follows any rules you wish to impose. You no longer have a storage limit and can summon any item out of your soul storage as you desire to the current projection of yourself. Items placed into or taken out of the space appear or disappear to the hand touching them. This space can be represented by slots if you prefer.
“Infinite Wealth” has been converted to “Affluent” - Your Fundamental Ability has been transformed by your Karmic Luck. As needed you may produce or create any type of physical money in any reality you visit. In realities where you have integrated yourself into the global markets, digital currency is always available to you. The cost to the divine, that may or may not exist has been set, no further costs will be added to his balance.
As I floated in my new “Soul Space” and looked over the changes to my fundamental abilities I realized I had a lot to think about.
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