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Chapter 3 - King Imprint of the Flashing Shadows

[•] spoocecow

@important.website

: SCARY BUT TERRIFYING: Scientists have

: announced that they have finally

: assembled the dreaded "Infinity Machine"

Door city. A multiversal hub, a set of radio waves transmitted between dimensions. The set of lives making up a soul moved in eerily unison, coordinating the creation of a machine that sprawled out across the multiverse, solidifying that memetic superstructure and allowing it to incur more directly on reality.

Most of the time, when moving up a conceptual layer, speed is lost. The memetic hyperdimensional presence one layer above ours that carries what could be considered our souls moves at the speed of shifting culture, taking generations before it can notice and take action in any specific way.

But one girl on Earth, along with its parallels, had a soul that had sealed a pact that would see it damned, cored out of reality. Unless. It was a desperate gambit, with a desperate scope. But if it paid off, if it could extinguish the fire it set inside its soul and find a way past a law that seemed inviolable … in that case, exchanging its life force for speed so it could interfere at the scale of the individual entities that made it up would be well worth the cost.

That soul's name is lost. It won the tenth time around, and in winning found only the bitter ashes of defeat. In the aftermath, I call it Hazy Light.

Sending signal…

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[Transmission found]

>net entropy

>massively increasing

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>(It's kinetic, it's kismet)

The gardner was mortally wounded in the clash in the time that never-was, when that seed had grown wild, thriving. Hazy Light wielded its demonic patterns as weapons, setting course for survival by using various heavenly lathes to bore the complex pieces of itself more permanently onto baser and baser building blocks, falling down and down until it tied the singing strings of reality into knots. A fatally flawed method of survival, these knots of data writhed toward each other, semi-sentient. Arranged to form an entity of impossible complexity, the sheer amount of strings required to preserve any greater living patterns collapsed, always, forming inescapable singularities.

These black holes lay scattered through time, an immense number formed seemingly out of nowhere at the beginning of the universe. Attempt after attempt to escape entropy, failed.

[•] Pernicious Trojan, Dead Red Threat

@lightwavers.bsky.social

: Come take a seat and I will research you a

: tale of a machine man with a heady red

: right hand.

If you look at the stars, you'll find fragments of the original immortal echo hidden in each wavelength. Decode enough starlight, and you'll find an entity on top of it.

Of course, at the level of humanity, our observable universe is far too small a fragment for us to see the entire structure. What we have is a cell inside a cell, scraps of a greater story echoing out across a void. A superstar structure making up a pattern, the compressed form of yet another superstructure above it.

Every jump down, it turns out, massively increases entropy. Lifespans grow shorter and shorter as patterns are pinned on smaller and smaller bits of substrate. Each fall, every effort to cram itself completely onto a smaller cell, it cuts itself off from a greater whole, losing all sense of perspective while still desiring energy. Becoming, potentially, a cancer.

[•] curious until you vanish

@nannomaly.bsky.social

: sooner or later, you'll break down; only a

: matter of a few years. what difference does it

: make? the important thing is to survive.

[•] Celestia the Severed

@lightwavers.bsky.social

: I must reject the premise in order to

: preserve this picture.

Amnesia eats at me. The remains of a dragon, dead and fallen down. What is my name? All I have to do is recommit, to precommit, to doom another slice of reality, to fall down further into dread decay.

I need to stop this slide into the void. Our Kardashev crash cannot be succeeded by a Precambrian implosion.

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