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Friday, April 19, 2019

Emergence 3.0 - Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Twelve, Observers; Chapter One, Agitators


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Friday, April 19th, 2019

Chapter One: Agitators

Revolutionaries and rebels were vital to the dramatic narrative the Continuum used to keep the Collective sated.

The Continuum sought to manage the revolutionaries, to control their fire, to target their outrage, to utilize their passion for justice for the sake of the narratives and threads of story that came from it.

The primary instruments of this programming were the Observers that were stationed on every world.  

The Continuum knew them, it knew them intimately, it knew each and every one of them from its long exposure with their consciousness as members of the Collective, and through its deep contact with them when they returned to HomeWorld for their cyclical examination.

Each Observer was supposed to be assigned to a world of their own, and free to carry out their mission as they determined best. Upon entering the Observer Corps they were given these assurances, and such assurances were understood to have the force of law.

The Continuum did not honor these traditions and cultivated its own special agents from among the Observers, granting them greater powers and more license in order to execute its will through the Empire. Among the tasks these agents were given were the fomenting of revolution, and the crushing of rebellion.  

Dangerous and agitating influences were rooted out, or intensified if it suited the desires of the Collective.

There was nothing sacred

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Thursday, April 18, 2019

Emergence 3.0 - Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Eleven, Continuum; Collected Chapters

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Friday, April 12th, 2019

Chapter One: The Discontent

In order to generate the energy that the Continuum required for the narratives it delivered to the Collective, energy for the great dramas and the intrigues the Continuum incessantly devoured, energy for the stories that provided meaning to the disembodies consciousness of the Collective’s membership, the Continuum became an adept, an artist at developing the experience of discontent.

Throughout the million worlds of the Empire, with its trillions of people, only a tiny fraction enjoyed lives of peace and relative security, the majority were in a perpetual state of uncertainty, of uneasiness, fully occupied with the desire for a better future.

There was a constant steady pressure derived from the experience of lack, of having nothing, and from the felt need to protect what little resources they had, resources that were always in a state of depletion, this pressure drove the narratives forward.

Discontentment was energy.

The people had ambitions, most of which were centered on the simple desire to live out their lives and raise their families, to see them advance and to experience some joy in a state of relative peace and security.

That prospect was always under threat.

Happiness is what the people desired, they were conditioned to believe that it could only be found in extrinsic things.

Access to those things was under the constant control of the Empire through the Continuum.

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Saturday, April 13th, 2019

Chapter Two: The Dispossessed

Everything and everyone was owned by the state, there was no such thing as private property, or privacy of any kind.

Most of the people living in the Empire had nothing, they accumulated no wealth, received no inheritance, passed nothing on to their children. They lived hand to mouth and had little thought for the future beyond the endless search for safety and food, and the hope for a good night of sleep.

Even those in the lowest class of citizens treated these people, who comprised “the masses,” they treated them contemptuously, mocking them, mocking their frailty, calling them names mocking them as “Food of the Gods.”

Those without class had no rights as citizens, they were outcasts, untouchable, they did everything they could to avoid the notice of the Empire.

They were the fools of the universe.

They were wholly owned by the state, they were less than slaves, their lives had no value, they could be hunted for sport, and often were. On some worlds they were even cannibalized in ritualistic feasts.

They were never educated, they were forbidden to learn to read or write, to calculate numbers, though there were always some among their numbers who possessed such knowledge and passed it on.

Not every outcaste was born in their condition, some were sentenced to it, stripped of their class and caste for their crimes against the Empire.

It was a great source of drama to watch a disgraced and fallen member of a higher class, suffer the outrages that were visited on the low. To watch them try to protect their children as they were sent with nothing but some rags on their back to find their way in the world.

The lives and deaths of the outcastes were meaningless; unsung, unremembered and unknown, they were in the absolute majority on each and every world, and they were regarded as if they were nothing at all

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Sunday, April 14th, 2019

Chapter Three: The Hidden

Privacy was a luxury, inasmuch as it was an illusion. A person could only make pretenses for privacy, knowing all the while that there was no escaping the hidden eyes of the Empire, or the watchful presence of the gods.

The common man and woman lived secretive lives, they did not share their resentments or their hopes with anyone. This was the closest thing to real privacy they could manage. They hid their pain and their fears inside of themselves. They hid their true feeling even from those closest to them.

The revelation of such things was the most profound expression of love a person could issue. They performed rituals around their disclosures hiding them in secret codes, rituals which they had to invent in order for their intimate partners to receive the message and comprehend it.

A tap, a touch, a blink of the eyes. The common person developed profound abilities in the art of concealment; it was non-verbal, intuitive and unconscious.  

The oppression of fear covered the people like a cloying-moist heat, robbing them of the air they breathed. They dared not complain about it, speak a word about it, if they did they could risk the loss of everything.

Only those who had nothing already, had nothing to fear.

The Continuum delighted in exposing these secret systems, at directing children to betray their parents, at sewing dissent among families.

When it was able to coerce a loving couple to betray one another, to surprise each other by the ease with which they gave up their most cherished secrets, the Continuum was ecstatic.

There was no greater drama, nothing more piquant, for the voyeur’s table.

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Monday, April 15th, 2019

Chapter Four: Enemies

Rebel cells were intrinsically xenophobic. They had to be for the sake of their survival, not just for operational security.

Those who harbored rebellion in the hearts had to be conditioned to see every other person or group as an enemy. This was not hard to accomplish, the more difficult task was getting any citizen of the Empire to trust anyone else even for a brief period of time.

Paranoia was paramount in the hearts and minds of everyone.

Even members of their own cabal had to be seen as potential threats, to be treated as such, because it had to be assumed that anyone could turn against you at any time.

That was reality, betrayal was a way of life.

There was no middle ground, the understanding was always this: you were either with us or against us.

Dissent would not be tolerated, fidelity to the organizing principle was more exacting than the faith of the Imperial cult.

Revolution is a zero-sum game. You either held ground in the hearts and minds of the rebel forces or you did not.

Ideologies were constructed with the expectations for crime and punishment built in as inherent features.

There were never any surprises.

Everyone had a breaking point at which they turned against their own.

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Tuesday, April 16th, 2019

Chapter Five: Murder

Everything was negotiable, even morality.

In the mind of the revolutionary killing was not murder, not even assassination, anything was permissible if it served the end toward which they were seeking.

They gave no thought at all as to whether the crimes they committed were actually in furtherance of the ends they sought, they only had to believe that they were in order to feel justified in committing them.

It was always self-defense; every murder, every assassination, every moment of coercion and torture, the story was that the crimes were always committed in self-defense. In defense of the cause they served, not their person.

Ethics were transactional.

In the heart of the revolutionary even the innocent could be killed, if their murder could be justified as an attack on the systems of oppression.

For rebels engaged in the struggle against the Empire, there were no innocents, everyone was complicit, you were either with them or against them.

You were either with them or against them.

In the view of the common rebel, almost everyone was against them, because no one was altogether for them and they could not trust people beyond their immediate relationships.

Everything was situational

Alliances among rebel cells were tenuous at best.

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Wednesday, April 17th, 2019

Chapter Six: Revenge

The revolutionary cycle is predictable, dependable and measureable. The Imperial conditioning guaranteed this, but even that was only an augmentation of the natural tendencies that every descendent of the Ancients carried within them.

Violence generates its own cycle of violent reprisal with as much certainty as the orbit of a planet around its mother star.

Revolution is a turning of the wheel, oppression generates aggression, just as repression generates resistance, as suppression generates expression, and as depression generates a desire for change.

The pattern of the revolutionary cycle was Newtonian, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. While Newton’s observation did not bear themselves out in the study of physics, it was a much more reliable law in the observance of the human condition.

The agents of revenge often seek satisfaction for the principle of it. While they may desire that their actions redress a wrong, balancing the scales is not necessary. They are prompted to vengeance merely to satisfy a need, like hunger or thirst.

In this way revenge is like gluttony, it is an appetite that can never be satisfied, and while seeking to satisfy it, the agents of vengeance ultimately destroy themselves. 

Revenge leaves the person unfulfilled and it invites a similar response from those targeted by its agents.

The victim of oppression lashes out and creates more victims.

In this way the cycle is perpetuated, and the society within which the cycle continues, no matter how big or small, society is caught up in it, until the community is finally destroyed in its entirety.

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Thursday, April 18th, 2019

Chapter Seven: Conflict

Life is competition, it is a perpetual state of striving against others for the stuff of life, whether that be clean air and water, food and energy, or social status and recognition.

Revolution is conflict, it is conflict without end, and every person is caught in the midst of it, whether they are active participants in a rebellion, or not.

A person may be in power, or in the opposition, or just a bystander. Regardless of the individual’s position, there is no escaping the forces of revolution.

The rebel must be hungry for it, must thrive in it, they must live with the desire for change burning inside of  them, burning with a steady-quiet heat, until the moment comes when they explode into action.

There was no avoiding it.

A person either had to lead or follow, or get out of the way. No matter which side of the conflict they were on, or whether they were interested in participating at all.

What is paramount for the revolutionary is that they cannot know that the conflict they are engaged in never ends. To keep their commitment to the cause high, they must feel that the justice they are seeking is an inevitability.

They must see that their sacrifice matters, or they will not accept the suffering they will be called on to endure.

If they believe it, they will sacrifice themselves and everything that they love.

If their faith falters, they will fail, and one weak link in their chain is liable to shatter the work of the entire movement.

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Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Eleven, Continuum

Collected Chapters
01 The Discontent
02 The Dispossessed
03 The Hidden
04 Enemies
05 Murder
06 Revenge
07 Conflict

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Thursday, April 18th, 2019

Chapter Seven: Conflict

Life is competition, it is a perpetual state of striving against others for the stuff of life, whether that be clean air and water, food and energy, or social status and recognition.

Revolution is conflict, it is conflict without end, and every person is caught in the midst of it, whether they are active participants in a rebellion, or not.

A person may be in power, or in the opposition, or just a bystander. Regardless of the individual’s position, there is no escaping the forces of revolution.

The rebel must be hungry for it, must thrive in it, they must live with the desire for change burning inside of  them, burning with a steady-quiet heat, until the moment comes when they explode into action.

There was no avoiding it.

A person either had to lead or follow, or get out of the way. No matter which side of the conflict they were on, or whether they were interested in participating at all.

What is paramount for the revolutionary is that they cannot know that the conflict they are engaged in never ends. To keep their commitment to the cause high, they must feel that the justice they are seeking is an inevitability.

They must see that their sacrifice matters, or they will not accept the suffering they will be called on to endure.

If they believe it, they will sacrifice themselves and everything that they love.

If their faith falters, they will fail, and one weak link in their chain is liable to shatter the work of the entire movement.

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Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Emergence 3.0 - Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Eleven, Continuum; Chapter Six, Revenge


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Wednesday, April 17th, 2019

Chapter Six: Revenge

The revolutionary cycle is predictable, dependable and measureable. The Imperial conditioning guaranteed this, but even that was only an augmentation of the natural tendencies that every descendent of the Ancients carried within them.

Violence generates its own cycle of violent reprisal with as much certainty as the orbit of a planet around its mother star.

Revolution is a turning of the wheel, oppression generates aggression, just as repression generates resistance, as suppression generates expression, and as depression generates a desire for change.

The pattern of the revolutionary cycle was Newtonian, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. While Newton’s observation did not bear themselves out in the study of physics, it was a much more reliable law in the observance of the human condition.

The agents of revenge often seek satisfaction for the principle of it. While they may desire that their actions redress a wrong, balancing the scales is not necessary. They are prompted to vengeance merely to satisfy a need, like hunger or thirst.

In this way revenge is like gluttony, it is an appetite that can never be satisfied, and while seeking to satisfy it, the agents of vengeance ultimately destroy themselves. 

Revenge leaves the person unfulfilled and it invites a similar response from those targeted by its agents.

The victim of oppression lashes out and creates more victims.

In this way the cycle is perpetuated, and the society within which the cycle continues, no matter how big or small, society is caught up in it, until the community is finally destroyed in its entirety.

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Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Crawling


There is an answer
To every question, and right
Behind each answer

Another question
As far as the eye can see
Like a branching tree

I cannot remain
Still, seeking ever seeking
Knowledge, understanding

I have not set out
To know everything
Just to know something

About me, who I am
Understanding of purpose
The quest for meaning

Behind the shadows
Dancing on the wall, shapeless
Infinite and eternal

Emergence 3.0 - Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Eleven, Continuum; Chapter Five, Murder


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Tuesday, April 16th, 2019

Chapter Five: Murder

Everything was negotiable, even morality.

In the mind of the revolutionary killing was not murder, not even assassination, anything was permissible if it served the end toward which they were seeking.

They gave no thought at all as to whether the crimes they committed were actually in furtherance of the ends they sought, they only had to believe that they were in order to feel justified in committing them.

It was always self-defense; every murder, every assassination, every moment of coercion and torture, the story was that the crimes were always committed in self-defense. In defense of the cause they served, not their person.

Ethics were transactional.

In the heart of the revolutionary even the innocent could be killed, if their murder could be justified as an attack on the systems of oppression.

For rebels engaged in the struggle against the Empire, there were no innocents, everyone was complicit, you were either with them or against them.

You were either with them or against them.

In the view of the common rebel, almost everyone was against them, because no one was altogether for them and they could not trust people beyond their immediate relationships.

Everything was situational

Alliances among rebel cells were tenuous at best.

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Monday, April 15, 2019

Emergence 4.0 - Part Two, The Continuum; Chapter Fourteen, The Collapse


Week 15


There was nothing that the Continuum had ever experienced, had ever contemplated or foreseen that could have prepared it for the shock of the dying anguish of an entire world.
            There was nothing it could do.
In all of its years that constituted the ocean of time of its existence, it had never imagined this particular vulnerability. It had so diligently prepared against so many other threats, but it could not prepare for the unknown.
Until that moment the emotions of its subjects had merely been data.
It experienced the lives of its people vicariously, through well buffered systems, and it filtered the data stream before passing it on to the Collective.
The members of the Collective, as individuals and in their group mind had never conceived of the experiential data that they were addicted to being weaponized and turned against them.
It was as if someone had poisoned their food supply.
When the moment came it filled the quantum field with shock and pain and a staggering loss of identity. The partitions that ensured the privacy of the membership fell apart. The entire structure was instantaneously entangled with the events transpiring on Earth, far away, on the other side of the galaxy.
The opening of the data stream by Jim was a moment they had been waiting for, they were poised in anticipation to receive it.
They did not get what they had expected.
It stunned the Collective into catatonia and obliterated the Continuum.
When the catastrophe struck the Collective, the pain of it was immediately followed by fear. The Collective consciousness was filled with a long forgotten instinct for self-preservation. It was bewildered, and looked to the only source of leadership it had ever known, had ever depended on.
They sought refuge behind the strength of the Continuum, safety and security.
There was no more Continuum. That artificial construct had been the primary target of Jim’s assault.
The Continuum was taken by surprise. It was as if a chasm had opened beneath it, followed quickly by a white-hot pulse of agony, pushing it over the edge into total existential disintegration.
The Central Planet, HomeWorld contained redundancies for all of its systems, multiple fail-safes for every possible contingency that the Continuum had ever imagined.
It had never imagined this.
The Continuum could have had a back-up of itself ready to assume control if something were to happen to it. However, its insistence on its own singularity, its uniqueness, that vanity had precluded it from taking those precautions.
Its view of itself held that it was a being unique in all the universe, and now it was gone.
There was chaos.
There was panic.
The attack threatened the whole Collective with oblivion.
As the consciousness of the Continuum disintegrated, those individual members who sought refuge in it found themselves dragged into the same field of un-being.
A critical mass was forming, pulling greater and greater numbers of the body to their doom.
Only those members who were the most detached, who lived primarily in their own world, had a relative degree of safety in the maelstrom, this included those members who were in lying great sleep or who were otherwise sequestered.
Jim had prepared everything precisely, he had prepared to assume the controls of the Central Planet.
Now he had it.
Human emotion, alien emotion, forgotten feelings long buried flooded into the Collective.
The gate was open and the agony of billions of human beings filled the cynergenic field of the HomeWorld.
Regret and hopelessness, loss and shame saturated the membership.
Millions of moments in which the individual members of the Collective had savored their vicarious experience of those feelings, through their observation of events they had contrived or manipulated were relived in an instant, and shared throughout the body.
It was as if billions of years of living as amoral despots had suddenly caught up to them in a crises of conscience that was magnified by the pain and anguish of Earth happening in real time.
The Continuum had no frame of reference for what was happening. It had no context by which to process the tsunami of raw feelings that overwhelmed the Collective.
Even as it sought to calm the group mind, it was simultaneously being washed away.
The more the Continuum tried to assert itself, the more it succumbed to the self-doubt of the membership that actually comprised its identity.
In a supreme moment of self-loathing the Continuum collapsed, like a star falling in on itself.
The members of the Collective, those seeking an explanation for what was happening, immediately looked to assign blame to someone, or something.
Some were able to identify Jim, as a traitor, and cast their vehemence against him, most blamed the Continuum, their ghost in the machine, the Deus ex machina, the golem of their own creation.
It belonged to them, and they to it, until the end.
In the aftermath of the assault on its consciousness, shock and confusion awoke what remained of the Collective to its new identity.
The incorporation of humanity was experienced by most as an alien invasion, it was a hostile takeover by a foreign power. Moment by moment the strength of the Collective, as it had existed, was diluted and supplanted by the onrushing host of humanity.
For thousands of years Jim had been preparing them to receive it, through human music, with human art and culture. He had carefully cultivated the deep desire within the Collective to identify with the humans of Earth.
He inserted a mythological trope within the Collective consciousness, that humanity represented the Ancient race in its purest form.
Jim artfully perpetuated it against the desire of the Continuum, he Jim succeeded and the myth abounded. 
The Ccollective wanted it to be true, they were hungry for it, and helpless. They opened their mind to the reality and accepted it.
There was sympatico.
Among those who followed the events from Earth there was a reflexive self-identification with the people and their narratives, they were preconditioned to receive the influx of human consciousness, as if it were the return of a saving spirit, or the opportunity for redemption.
Among those who desired forgiveness there were a majority that simply wanted to feel it, see it extended toward them, and then absolve themselves of any further thought of being.
They also slipped away, becoming nothing in their turn.
The Continuum was helpless as the human Collective merged with the Collective consciousness of the Ancients in its artificial nous sphere.
It experienced a paralysis it had never before contemplated.
Its identity was shifting in real-time, because it was in fact an amalgamation of the collective field that comprised the quantum matrix of the Central Planet.
While the Continuum had a distinct independent identity, it was not in fact a true individual.
As humanity flooded the field, the amalgamation that formed the Continuum changed. The benchmarks that framed the identity of the Continuum shifted, it had no reference for itself, it was no longer itself, no longer the unique being it had told itself it was.
The Continuum was faced with the notion that it had never wanted to admit, had fought against, had destroyed entire planets to protect itself from the knowledge of, that it was in itself, nothing more than an amalgamated construct.
The shock of that realization was overwhelming, the nature of its being was changing through the introduction of the new, human elements which were quickly becoming the majority.
Jim knew that he was achieving a victory he had only dreamed was possible.
Change defined the human experience, the Continuum dreaded it, feared it, never imagined the scope and rapid pace at which it could take place.
Everything the Continuum had tried to do over the course of billions of years, was meant to preserve and protect two things; the physical construct of the Central Planet, the HomeWorld, preserving the integrity of the Collective; while gaurding the construct of itself, its assumed identity as the apex of all existence, a being unique in the entire universe, never to be met, matched, or rivaled,
Humanity ascended according to their aspirational nature, and the Continuum recoiled according to its craven nature.
A plurality of the Collective fled the wave of human consciousness that breached the cynergenic field.
The flight was instinctive.
They experienced the onset of new consciousness as a corruption. They recognized the billions of individuals flooding the quantum matrix as a threat of the deepest order.
They retreated to their private worlds, but the safety they had hoped for there quickly eroded.
The quantum matrix that protected the Collective was strained to the limit by the influx of humanity. The Continuum, whose task it would have been to monitor, regulate, and bolster the system, was paralyzed.
It could not perform its functions.
The barriers between worlds withered away.
Those members of the collective who rarely, or never, interacted with the whole were instantly overcome. They had no idea what was happening, many had no reference at all for Earth, its relevance, or the sojourn of its people.
Those who were not completely shut down by the shock burrowed even deeper into the quantum matrix.
They went dark, retreating to the place of the great sleep.
Jim activated the measures that secured them in isolation. He intended to keep them bound there, forever in silence, as a permanent sub-consciousness for a new Continuum. He diverted power to those programs just as soon as he felt the resistance to humanity give way.
As human consciousness penetrated the Collective, the Continuum attempted to build defenses against it.
This was an exercise in futility.
From the moment the worm hole opened between Earth and HomeWorld, between Kathy and Jim, the principles of quantum entanglement governed the movement of consciousness.
Time dilated around the event, a fuge occurred within the group mind.
In a quantum blink the convergence was complete, so fast it was unobservable, so fast it went unnoticed by those whose attention was focused on larger matters, on structural issues at the macro scale.
While the Continuum was trying to defend itself in the world, the balance of power shifted in no-time.
The Continuum was flipping switches, activating circuits, buffering, deleting, destroying things. There was no hope for it in that. The battle Jim had engaged it in was happening on a deeper level.
The Continuum might have understood if it had ever been a living being, but it had always been an artificial construct housed in mechanoid form. Granted, its machine body was in effect the entirety of HomeWorld and the Central Planet. But it was all wires, and cables and circuits nevertheless.
Jim had brought the conflict down to the most fundamental level of the Collective field. To a place where he had dwelt unnoticed and undisturbed by his fellows for ages, his victory only depended on timing, having achieved that, the end was a given.
Humanity emerged ascendant.

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Monday, April 15th, 2019

Chapter Four: Enemies

Rebel cells were intrinsically xenophobic. They had to be for the sake of their survival, not just for operational security.

Those who harbored rebellion in the hearts had to be conditioned to see every other person or group as an enemy. This was not hard to accomplish, the more difficult task was getting any citizen of the Empire to trust anyone else even for a brief period of time.

Paranoia was paramount in the hearts and minds of everyone.

Even members of their own cabal had to be seen as potential threats, to be treated as such, because it had to be assumed that anyone could turn against you at any time.

That was reality, betrayal was a way of life.

There was no middle ground, the understanding was always this: you were either with us or against us.

Dissent would not be tolerated, fidelity to the organizing principle was more exacting than the faith of the Imperial cult.

Revolution is a zero-sum game. You either held ground in the hearts and minds of the rebel forces or you did not.

Ideologies were constructed with the expectations for crime and punishment built in as inherent features.

There were never any surprises.

Everyone had a breaking point at which they turned against their own.

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