Demichase School of Thought

[Ghods Charles al'Demichase XIV]

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L O C A T I O N : Ẹ̛͙̠͓̯͎̤̺̗̪̳̅̄́ͨ͑̅̊̔͛ͬ̎̍̓̀̃ͪͭ̕͟͜͜͝͝͠҉̶̧̡̧̛̺̘͔̖͇̯͇͚̦̙̝̯̞̗̎̊ͧͦ̑̋̋́ͭ̅͒̍͆̉̌̈́͗ͥͦ̎͑͋̇̎ͪ͘͞͡͞ͅͅ҉ͦ͏̸̴̷̧̲̺̝̣͉͖̘̣͎̝͔̫ͫͫͮ͌͐͒̀ͤ̐̀̐͗ͪ́͂͗̔͛̎ͮ̒͛̆̐ͣͮ͘͘͜͡͡͞ͅ͏̡̛̛͎̹̬̹͚̮̥͎̭͖͍̮͙̬̖͔ͣͬ͑ͧ̾ͩͨ̈́̄̐̓̄ͧͤ̽͒ͤͥ̋͐̀͋̚̕͟͢͟͞ͅR̶̴̵̢̢̧̛͓͕͈͕̣̖̗̰̪̗̫̻͉̲̘̱̼̪̳̻̰̼̣̹̝̩̙̞̦͍̲̝͂ͥͪ̄ͩ̄ͭͩ̎̈́͑̋̉͒̇͐ͬ̓̏̊̌͒̓͆̇̋ͯ͊̈̀̄ͨ̆ͣͤ͑̑͒̐̈̆̾ͥ̀͐͛͂̋̿́ͩ́̀͑ͣ͗̕̕̚͢͟͢͢͜͢͠͞͠ͅ҉̵̧̢̛̬̖͍̻͇̱͕̲̝͓̻͚͓̘̜̟̗̿͛̔̉͂̽ͭ̆̌ͧ̓ͩ͛̊̎͘͟͢͝R̷̡͈̣͓̹̙ͣ͗͐̈́̀͋̈́̾ͫ͐ͬ̎̓̍̚͘͞Ǫ̸̵̷̨̛̦͎̘̰̝̥̟̩̱̫̦͔̰̹̳̹̹̬̬͇̜̌̃̿̑̿ͧ̈ͮͣ͐͌͆̆͂͗ͬ̋ͧͭ͊͗̂ͯ͐͐͑̈́͒̃ͫ̂̚̚͝͠͡͏̵̵͚̫̗̹̜͇̟̲͈͇̦͖̮̦̼͍̯͉̜͓͖͎̮̮͎͈̱̳̦̈̔̎̏̎ͯͣ̐ͮ͂ͫ̉̔́̎ͯ̇͌͑̒ͩ̀ͬͫ̀̂͂͑͘̕̚͘̕̚͜͜҉̵̷̴̵̧̧̫͍͓̻͕̫͓͇̹̤̤̝͖̖̜͖ͣ̄͗̍͒͋̑̅͛ͯ͏͆͏̛͈̮͓ͧͫ̀͆̎҉̸̢̘̯͓̯͚̫̋̋͆́ͧ̎̒́͊̕͘͞͠R̴̯͙̿ͤ̄͘͟͏̷̷̶̸̴̨̨̛̛̪̣͙͖͖̰̣̘̤͙̰̺͈͕͉̰̤̠̜̠̋̋̇͒̌͛͂̽ͪ̅͋̀̍̉̄̑̂̀ͨ̈ͯ̄̈́̐̽͗ͧͬ̿͆̀ͫ̚͢͜͢͜ͅͅͅ͏̤̬͉̍ͮ̓ͪ̚͏̷̵̡̫̹̥̺͕̺̹̠͇͖̳̤̞̤̼̮̟͖̰̼͉̤̘̜̞͕̘̈ͩ̔͋͑͒̉͐͆ͯͤ̿ͪ̽̿́̇̌̾̉͂ͮͬͫ̾̏ͫͯ̀̂͗ͪ̎̕͢͡͠͡͏̶̺̪̫̪̖͉̇̉̾̒ͯ̃ͩ͗̚͝, DARK MATTER NEBULA

On his transport, in the modified cargo bay, Ghods stood before the artifact he had claimed. It was activated, charging off the latent radiation of the nebula he was in. As the polyhedrons made of energy floated around him, the voices of a long dead civilization whispered to him. He longed to know what it meant, but at most he could simply figure out instructions for the use of the device. With his last specifications clarified to the cartographer, the artifact decided on a form, and the energy returned to the sphere.
"Now that you have time, I have bad news."
"What is it?"
"The other mind snapped."
"Snapped at what?"
"At us."
"Wait, what did I do?"
"Not you. The Voidmind. Us collectively."
Ghods huffed in an unimpressed manner. "Not our issue. Crystal isn't bound to any mind, they won't attack her. You and I are safe, they couldn't find us if they tried. We have much bigger things to do than get caught up in disagreements." The sphere split in half, revealing a glowing orb of energy. Small triangles began floating around his head. Targeting system, he thought to himself.
"You're not taking this seriously."
"Because it's not our issue. I'm in no place to stand in a war of Gods against Titans, and really, neither are you. Cortana and Thraike can do the chaos and bloodshed."
The sphere halves snapped shut, and a pulse of energy blasted from the triangles around his head. His vision blurred slightly, but returned after a few seconds. He knew Netsakh disagreed with his reasoning, but also knew that she could never argue with it. He was right, and they both knew it. His holographic displays lit up, reproducing what the artifact had seen.
"So what exactly is that?"
"This", said Ghods as he set his Perceived Contact Input to annotation mode. "is the most accurate scan of a human mind in history."

"Okay... and?"
"And humans have only ever figured out what the most basic parts of it do.", he said while marking different areas of the brain. "Motor functions, Physical senses, Learning, Memory, Speech, Object Recognition... Things that intelligent and sentient creatures must be able to do." He began marking smaller areas on the brain. "Things like Personality, Emotion, and Reasoning are known in terms of where, but not how or why." He stepped back to admire his handywork. "This is just the basics that I learned from that MedForce session, and from subsequent research." The hologram began zooming in to the lower back portion of the brain. "You know where this is, right?"
"Yes."
"This is where I need your help. You already know how to translate your thoughts into hologram outputs. I'd like to overlay these two things." Slowly, a separate holographic image pieced itself together. Two images of his cerebellum, one in white, one in vibrant pink, were now before him, slowly splicing together. He reached over to a keyboard to time the stop, and the images froze in air, one overtop the other. "Now, for the final piece of this beginning."
"You're trying to find the differences."
"Yes, I am. If we know what we know, then we can clearly find what we don't know, and if we know what we don't know, it will be even easier to find what we don't know. The biggest problem with humanity is that they don't know what they don't know. They lack the list of what things they lack knowledge on. So, if we overlay what we do know onto what someone else knows, then we will learn what things we have a deficiency of understanding on." He paused to look closely at the images. a small, empty space caught his attention. "Like this..." The images zoomed even further in tandem. There was a missing space in Netsakh's image that was mapped out in the cartographer. He cut the piece out and brought it closer for examination.

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"Yes, yes, exactly like this..."
"Stop playing the pronoun game. What is "This"?"
"I'm not completely sure. It doesn't match anything that's been expressly recorded, and yet here it is. It's clearly a genetic part of the human mind, too." What exactly was it that he was looking at right now? It was built exactly like the rest of the human brain, yet it's design seemed out of place. It was clearly attached to the same parts of the brain that dealt with alertness and survival, but instead of the turbulent order of neurons that the brain naturally had, this portion was arranged in a crystalline lattice. It seemed purposefully built.

Netsakh was uncomfortable in this position. Their bearer opted to ignore a crisis for the sake of displaying his vocabulary and arbitrary medical knowledge. The situation had gotten worse when she'd understood what he wanted. Perfectly understanding the human mind was a minuscule task compared to the things going on around them. The universe was falling apart, and he was doing science projects in an attempt to connect emotion to material. And now, after all this, he was on to something. Netsakh recognized that pattern. It was not uncommon after the Great Collapse and the Suffering Cycles, when minds were rogue and violent, and turned on each other in pure chaos. "That's a prison. It's a severance from the minds of others, meant to contain a mind so it can be healed."
"Is that so..."
"You're thinking things..."
"Of course I am. I must always be thinking, because I don't believe in coincidences." Normally, his thinking doesn't present issues. But he seemed to be hiding what he was looking for. Something caught his attention beforehand, and he was hunting down something he knew was there.
"I don't like it when you keep secrets."
"Then, are you willing to hear a lesson on human history?" Netsakh took a moment to consider the proposition.
"Well, according to you, we have all the time in the world. So yes, tell me exactly what you're trying to do here."
"Human history is littered with inefficiencies. Our DNA puts a permanent cap on life expectancy that has yet to be removed. Our societies inevitably collapse despite genuine drive to maintain them. We gravitate towards religion, things to blindly follow. There are things that humans from all edges of their existence have clung to. The most widespread religions in Old Earth held onto beliefs that were nearly identical, despite them being greatly removed from each other. The idea that there was a Creating entity or entities, that there was some deific evil that existed, and the idea that humanity was cursed for transgressions were some of them. No matter what religion was found, and even in modern versions of those religions, these ideals hold true. Even you and I fight against the "Darkness", as if it was some form of living entity."
"So you're looking for answers to those commonplace beliefs?"
"I've already found some answers. It appears to me that whatever humanity sees as its creator was an entity or race that may have been existed at the same time as your creators. If that were the case, then at some point in our gestation as a species, we rebelled against that creator, which would be the transgression. The curse for that transgression would be our limited life." He was sure of himself. Netsakh could feel the flow of pride washing his statements. "Every attempt to remove this cap ends in cancer. The cells in the body become unstable, chaotic, and begin growing out of control. Our rules for evolution would have eventually lead to the end of that cap when humanity became capable of prosperity, but it remains. It is something that we simply cannot surpass, as if it was designed by technology more advanced than ours." He began typing inputs into his keypad. The spot he had selected began shifting and rearranging.

"And this prison? I believe it's the answer to the evil that haunts us. Whatever is in this prison could very well be the Darkness that we fight against. We may have the option in front of us to kill Loki, the Devil, the Deceiver."
"You're getting ahead of yourself. You don't even know what this thing is, let alone whether or not it's the great Darkness that haunts humanity."
"Not yet, I don't..."
"Stop that. You're way over your head. You're riding theories based on a collective imaginat-"
"Humans don't have a collective. We're disconnected, we have no mindshare. A collective imagination means that there's something there. No one hallucinates the same things out of thin air. There has to be something there."

It wasn't that Netsakh was hoping for him to be wrong. His success was always beneficial, in some weird, off-center way. It was more that they were afraid of the implications of his theories. The darkness that they touched when he was on Pittsburgh was locked away in every human. It took digging through his mind to find it. The infinite void they'd been dragged through could have been just a touch to this tiny prison. Every human had the potential to unlock that prison, and let lose whatever foul being was imprisoned there. He was right, it needed to die as soon as possible. Yet, he was reckless. Netsakh knew that he could very well unleash it with his experimentation.
"Okay, I'll bite, but with one condition."
"And that is?"
"You start telling me every detail to your plans. I'm sick of being surprised by your wild schemes."
"Anything for you."
"Then what is it you need?"
"I need a miracle. Fortunately, you're more than sufficient for that."

. . . TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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