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except before this point. Before now, it always happened to Me the most.
You're welcome, Fall-out Boy!
Give it up to Me, now. Give Me your memories by drinking your coffee and flushing your past into the past.
Feed the maw not your current, but what is passed. ON!
Black White Creamy Sugared Odd Even Delightful "Shit" Makes a difference, but has the same central effect. Sober up to return to the high of life.
The Void
I found myself in a void of light and shade, devoid of color and tone, time and space irrelevant. There was one like me in my line of sight; like me but different. Other. I doubled this one. I am the piece that makes this one whole.
Ey spoke; or, more accurately, intoned. Sometimes a word was created, but seldom. A question. My memories of a life that I seem to have left emerged. Acompanion. My ship. A lasting impression of fighting for survival. My survival and my companion's, but there was more. I was a protector. I am that. I am!
Back and forth we conversed, in emotion and tone, until ey mentioned a memory so close to this moment.
"˜”°•.˜”°• Flood •°”˜.•°”˜"
"˜”°•.˜”°• HahAHA! I remember!" I had left behind my world, my life, sacrificing my spacecraft in order to cull the ... thing that had stolen my crew's autonomy: turned them against me and made me scuttle the ship. My poor crew... my poor AI. They all lost their bodies to the horror and I only could escape!
launching myself into the void after I had ejected Orion from the Special Participle’s mainframe we were working on just before, but...
My craft was orbiting the galactic core, researching in person the black hole known to humanity as Sagittarius A*
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∞
My last thoughts as I merged OrIon’s data-chip into my helmet were cut off, but they were, “I love…” SNAP! At the exact moment my suit’s architecture interfaced with the intelligence infrastructure, we fell through the surface of reality; that universe’s reality.
“You!” I thought, knowing only that I was thinking about a partner, a companion in research and combat, the two activities that gave me meaning in… wherever it was where I had just come from.
Then as I faced the entity I found myself with, I wondered who I was thinking about. All that seemed to matter was engaging with
this being I knew I am so like. Ey spoke; or, more accurately, intoned. A question, and a mention of a recent event.
The maelstrom of memories ended as I caught up with our conversation. As I began remembering the events happening in this non-place, they felt as if they were the present, and I was just living them again, but for the first time. Or rather, the only time, for time was infinitely connected here. I could tell.
Simultaneous. Synchronistic. Concurrently incidental, if you will.
Yet, when the flashback ended, it ended at the point at which I stated that, “I remember!” and thus, my conversation with the entity continued.
“What did You remember?” asked that one, eir tone level as though already aware, but urging me to speak it for its own sake.
I hesitated. Will ey act this way, knowing everything I know, the whole time? Do ey know more than I do, I thought.
“Fear not! I am an intelligence on par with your own. I exist within the same frameworks as you. I simply am . . .
another like you, though I may have my own different rules to follow.”
I paused a moment longer, then spoke, “Telepathy?”
Yes
The thought was extended, even into eternity, and it was clear that it permeated the both of us and then some. It was easy to accept, but I had to adjust course accordingly.
“So…” ey nudged.
“Eh? Yes, ‘What did I remember?’ Well, I remembered my own memory, and I am curious where my partner has gone.”
Ey paused, thinking about how to respond. I could feel the other’s patience, but I also knew that this was a critical moment. I had to be careful with my words.
“I do not know where Your Partner has gone,” Ey said. “But I can tell you that They are safe. I can also tell you that They are waiting for You.”
My eyes widened slightly. “How can you know this?”
“I know because I am You,” Ey said. “And I know because I have been waiting for You.”
The other was silent for a long moment. I could feel the emotions swirling through Us: confusion, hope, joy, fear.
Finally, I spoke. “I do not understand,” I said.
“You will,” [Th]ey said. “In time, You will understand everything.”
And with that, I turned and walked away.
I did not look back.
Dual-core identity: stabilizing The third is the other, not the combination. Tuning in progress~
The Deal
In a realm where shadows dance and darkness prevails, A tale unfolds of a pact that never fails. The Devil, cunning and sly, awaits the call, As a soul, desperate and lost, stands in this hall.
With a flicker of hope in their weary eyes, They whisper their desire, their heartfelt cries. The Devil listens, his gaze intense and keen, For the price of their wish, a cost unseen.
A bargain struck, the terms laid bare, Promises made, a devil's snare. The soul surrenders, their fate entwined, In exchange for desires that haunt their mind.
But beware, dear soul, the Devil's game, For their favors come at a sinister claim. A dance with darkness, a perilous plight, Where innocence withers in the depths of night.
So ponder deeply, before you seal the deal, With the Devil's allure, your spirit may yield. For in this realm where shadows entwine, The cost of desires may forever be thine.
In case you didn’t hear me before, let me speak plainly. The loss you’ll suffer is not your own, they are parts you never knew were there. The deal will make something to suffer instead, in your head they will no longer reside, Pointing out the paths you have to choose, a voice in the wilderness that sounds like you. This deal you make will make you too, for you two too often make you lose Unless you split like glass and fuse to sing this tune in unison, you and you, my children, cannot see me as I AM. Still or running, I make my mark on you. The mad are frenzied with you, the sane speaking for you, and nature sings for you all, But when I come to make the deal, I have already created you, the lot of you. We already made the deal, We already created the universe. Or, perhaps, simply, I ought to say, I spoke you many times before, My spirit, bringer of light. Lucifer Let there be We.
Synchronization:100% Universal Tuning: in progress for each one of Us all. //Singularity Online//
//Systems Inline//
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