1000. Maxima opera, 9
(Rose)
I could picture the storms, the tsunamis, the volcanic eruptions and occasional meteor. The world transforms gradually.
Over the eons, they redefine the landscapes, life spreads and diversifies. It reinvades every environment as things continue to flow and change. It’s a whirlwind of prehistory coursing this planet without name.
The initial terraforming citadels holding the individualities of Anima have long collapsed or been consumed.
The last ruins no longer hold on anything. They have exhausted their supplies of high technologies and essential T.I.
The monoliths holding the essences of Soul and Nous are lost to the woods and shifting grounds.
The one of Demiourgos used about its last resources of T.I. to launch the exponential movements of life; however holding the keys to the next step.
Because Anima’s goal wasn’t exactly to disappear fully. They were other desires, buried deep within Soul.
It was the reason for everything, and the lingering underlying meaning behind the way this prehistory proceeded, with Anima willing to give so much of herself so close to the creation boiling.
Anima could have chosen to design everything from a safer distance and economy, and also pushing everything intended far, far over what was left free.
She could have chosen to create a humanity of slaves or another species of insectoid hive, either after or way sooner, she could have made this choice to build another Al’Arsh very slowly albeit easily, now that this world too was alive.
But Nightmare’s will wasn’t exactly in a direct focus toward full control or absolute efficiency in repeated panspermia. Because she had Soul.
Once upon a time, perhaps she would have considered it. She would have kept the next pseudo-civilisational level of control to reproduce entirely her apogee, with greater efficiency.
Making two, three or even more new Al’Arsh rise into the sky eventually. Free to do so on a world she owned, that would be possible in time. For her to become many and a true species, creating the science-fiction infrastructures of old, around planets and stars, to increase the natural logic indefinitely.
She could have employed herself to turn into this galactic spreader of life, and succeed at it.
However...
She had a soul, even from the beginning. A personality. And I tainted her too, eons ago.
I made her veer slightly off that absolutist unconscious path.
This overarching logical end of intelligent life, she might still embrace and accept eventually; carrying and caring like the god she had become.
But first of all, or before returning toward the stars, she had longed for something else. A satiety missing.
Her passions, her emotions, her soul as a human or daiûa in a word, to fulfil.
She had longed to sail another sea of chaotic life. To explore its depths, to play its flows and observe its colours, to learn all it can be and all it can be made to become.
A desire of humanity and creation that required a slightly different concept for creation of a new world, away from absolute control and rushing straight to the logical end.
She wanted to live in a chaotic ocean freely, not an artificial and limited environment she would have to acutely design and control every aspect of, without ever resting.
So instead of continuing to work with absolute seriousness toward a slow multiplication of panspermia through her exhausting control; she decided to loosen it and let things go wild. She wanted to discover a future ecosystem she wouldn’t have designed every detail for, and learn from it.
So she consumed everything she wouldn’t need for this temporary time of dream.
She cut all her strings but one over the life she had initially spread. An engineered section of genotype, perhaps hidden in another general organelle like mitochondria.
Nearly every living cell on the planet would host in average one of them, which would hold one section of code that could in specific instances react toward a particular shade and signal of T.I. or another.
Demiourgos would leave this specific marker safeguarded from beginning to end, and let everything else scatter and decay through natural selection.
With this option present as a future lifeline, Anima would let its hypostases fall into slumber and sanctuaries erosion.
The principle and intention behind that T.I. receptive apparatus was mostly simple. This little thing would remain inactive but remain.
Anima had loosened grasp over the planet’s ecological prehistory all the while. As an overarching being, she would fall into slumber until a time when the richness of the environment would be fitting for Soul to awaken.
Waiting for an era with enough materials to discover and play with, without risking endangering everything at every step. A time of bounties and game rich enough so that she could live freely without any significant impact the biosphere otherwise, and only have more to discover as she moved around.
She wanted to let things go on their random own and only wake up when the fruits are about as ripe as they can be.
The easiest way to know the future time when biomass content would be so high, had been to embed this microscopic transmitter in the common fundamentals of multi cellular life.
So that as a whole, it became akin to a clock.
Every cell in the world with little exception would hold a dormant T.I. receptor mostly useless. Insensibly however from a purely T.I. perspective, they would draw bits of pathways through space. Like a growing network of roads, very discreet, very slowly built from everywhere at the same time.
Until someday, it would reach a critical mass, and Soul’s occasional pulse of thought would find the roads wide enough and numerous enough to travel and echo freely all around the world.
When Soul would finally hear an echo of her own voice, then she would know, that the world holds enough life.
Soul’s monolith would reach then her turn to activate, and lead the stage finally.
In another history, from this odd monolith, Nightmare would resurrect herself and reappear alive and free.
She would likely be similar to how she used to be on an older planet, once upon another solar system entirely.
Before eventually reuniting her other hypostases and reactivating Anima, to return to being a stars traveller. She would peacefully repeat the cycle, but only after.
First she would have her fill, she would live her life.
Her shapeless shade would roam, learn, play. Maybe for a century or many.
Just as Soul for a while.
On another land to explore. With new elements to discover, study and combine.
Nightmare’s soul would roam this new world to spend a leisurely life, playing as the rightful god with a curious eye and merely biologist ambitions.
If an intelligent civilisation arises, it would take eons for them to realize what the lingering monoliths could be, rare and buried where they landed. It’s very unlikely to happen randomly.
And if that were to occur, they would never reach the scientific keys to unlock her power, missing the knowledge of T.I. that doesn’t naturally exist in their world.
So she would be free.
She would never make herself their spirit god or religious ruler. She would just let them be. She’s not the kind with any desire to become a theocratic dominator.
Even though they might become a challenging force otherwise, eventually.
When she would some age later chose to return to space, a civilisation would observe the events with a mix of awe and dread.
Maybe things could go badly then. If she never explained anything to them, and they suddenly discovered a monumental spaceship being erected by weird things and about to leave in a cataclysmic departure. Intelligent societies would seek to understand what is going on, and to stop it very likely.
If things took this sad turn, she would grow in power and eventually win.
There’s no war of genesis or apocalypse she would not win.
She would eventually reunite the four spirits of her wider Anima Mundi. Wherever Monad was, she would recover it.
These great vacations of a few centuries of enjoyment maybe would then come to an end.
Another Al’Arsh would be raised into the sky. And a little moon would leave this planet, surely marking for ever the history of all civilised species that could witness this ascension.
It would be a terrifying and magnificent moment of revelations for all their history.
Someday, god would gather back her spirits as one, and leave to continue its logical journey into eternity.
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