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Friday, November 16, 2018

Emergence 2.0 - Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Three, Breeding, Collected Chapters

Emergence 2.0
A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Friday , November 9th, 2018

Chapter One: Discovery

Jim discovered something in the human race that affected the consciousness of the entire population; nanoparticles of the heavy metal, magnetite, collecting in the cerebellum.

He found it first in himself after recognizing something unusual in the cognition of his host body.

Then he found it distributed throughout the bodies of the Earth’s human population.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Saturday , November 10th, 2018

Chapter Two: Hypothesis

Consciousness is essentially an electromagnetic phenomenon. Jim theorized that the element at work in the cognitive process of human-beings were nanoparticles of magnetite, that had bonded to the brain forming a strong link, connecting each person to its magnetic field and through that to each other, creating a field of cynergy not un-like the Collective.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Sunday , November 11th, 2018

Chapter Three: Testing

Jim used the resources at his command to build a laboratory for his research, he hid it from the Continuum.

He made replicants of his own body, testing his theories on those golems. He replicated his consciousness in them and used their agency to conceal all his covert activities, his clandestine ambitions against the Continuum.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Monday , November 12th, 2018

Chapter Four: Proof

He found it, a mutation that captured nanoparticles of magnetite in the cerebral cortex, a concentration strong enough to allow for a cognitive connection between all human beings via Earth’s magnetic field. The mutation had been devised by the Ancient people on their way to Earth, its interaction with magnetite had not been intentional, nevertheless…

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Tuesday, November 13th, 2018

Chapter Five: Planning

Jim intended to introduce change into the genetic profile of each tribe at the same time, to monitor the effects and breed the traits he was looking for. He wanted to optimize the retention of nanoparticles retained in the cognitive structures of the brain, making each person a receptive node in the field of consciousness

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Wednesday, November 14th, 2018

Chapter Six: Creating

Jim created physical markers that would manifest themselves in the characteristics of the gene-pool he was developing. Every tribe had many markers, they guided him. They helped him map his progress, to his signal goal the birth of a human being with a mind powerful enough to harness the fullness of humanity and channel it.

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A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Thursday, November 15th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Resolution

Jim determined to plum the limits of his discovery. He cloned himself, planting them in every population center around the world, each one connected to the prime version of himself through the cynergenic field. He did this in violation of the laws governing his post, “The Colonel is my benefactor,” I said, which was a true a statement as any, though some might consider it to be an embellishment.

If he had been discovered he would have been destroyed.

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Emergence 2.0:
Section Five (a), Jim

Appendix Part Three, Breeding

Collected Chapters
01 Discovery
02 Hypothesis
03 Testing
04 Proof
05 Planning
06 Creating
07 Resolution

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Emergence 3.0 - Section Seven, War; Part Forty-four, Loyalties; Chapter Five, Desire

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 320, Friday
November 16th, 2018

Chapter Five: Desire

The bonds between people, even members of the same family were flimsy, they were unreliable, but some were stronger than others.

People found one another through the things they desired most, bonding with one another through their joy and pain, they gravitated toward the same places. They were even shepherded to those places, to encounter one another through the ever-watchful eyes of the Continuum.

There was an element of contrivance behind even seemingly random encounters, the manipulations behind them were so fine and remote that the individuals involved in them had no ability to detect them.

They were cultivated for the drama they would deliver to the Collective.

Shared experiences were the strongest ties, and because of this people unconsciously sabotaged themselves, undercut their hopes for advancement, so that they could remain in proximity to those they loved.

They sacrificed their health, their freedom, their future for fleeting moments of pleasure, temporalities that were gone and forgotten as quickly as they came.

Through this medium, incredible tragedies would unfold, as ephemeral as the petals of a flower opening in the moonlight when there is no one there to witness.

Children would destroy their parents.

Brother and sisters would plot against each other.

Parents would sell their children, would devour them to satisfy their hunger for the thing they desired.

Desire would lead a person to walk with open eyes, through the gates of hell, embracing their own  destruction.

The Collective thirsted for it, and the Continuum delivered.

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Thursday, November 15, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Seven, War; Part Forty-four, Loyalties; Chapter Four, Linguistic

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 319, Thursday
November 15th, 2018

Chapter Four: Linguistic

Language is amorphous, changing all the time.

The Imperial Schools attempted to normalize linguistics throughout the million worlds of the Empire. They were continuously falling short of their goal.

People speak in codes, in patterns constructed from shared experience, patterns that change rapidly in both space and time; from one village to the next, from planet to planet and generation to generation.

The mission to normalize languages never ended. The Imperial schools were in a constant state of reaction to the new patterns of linguistics that developed from one era to the next; encountering, learning, reacting, influencing.  

Change was the only constant.

Despite the continuous efforts of the Imperial Schools, variation persisted, colloquial patterns bonded people to one another, those patterns were an unconscious manifestation of shared suffering; of triumph, of joy, of anger.  

Language was the architecture of hope and of resentment, and that is why the Continuum wanted so badly to control it. The citizen projected their desires for themselves and their families with language. They organized their resistance to the powers that ruled them with the same.

Every rebellion was hidden in secret language, and the full weight of the drama was contained therein.

Language patterns were buried in the ganglia of the central nervous system, they were a genetic endowment, and it was a language game that allowed the ancient people to develop the science that created the Collective, and ultimately the Continuum as well.

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Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Seven, War; Part Forty-four, Loyalties; Chapter Three, Planetary

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 318, Wednesday
November 14th, 2018

Chapter Three: Planetary

The Empire was vast. It was stretched like a net through the center of the galaxy.

It was comprised of a million worlds.

The Empire was like a necklace of planets strung like gems among the stars, each of them was the locus of identity for the ordinary citizen.

Outcasts were never sanctioned to leave the surface of their world.

The serving class; merchants and bureaucrats, farmers and laborers might leave their own world for another in their solar system, but such travel was rare.

Soldiers and priests ventured into deep space with regularity, both for combat and pilgrimages in the performance of their duties.  

Every person was marked by the world they lived on, they were genetically aligned to its exigencies; to their planet’s gravity, the composition of its atmosphere, the unique threats rising from a planet’s closed biological system, to the light of their star.  

Every person was marked by their world in ways that were both obvious and hidden. In ways that were clearly discernable by the naked eye, and in ways that would only be revealed in an autopsy, or under the microscope.

Every person on every world was a descendent of the ancient race of people who first explored the stars and engineered the Collective.

Life had been found on millions of other planets, the Ancient Race had seeded some of it, but  people never been found.

Every person was uniquely formed by their own planet, but they also shared that common core.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2018


Our suffering world, turning in the hands of fools
In the grasp of tyrants, clutching

Our suffering world, cracked, bled and bursting
Its treasures stolen from the earth

The people are crying, wandering among ruins
Blinded by despair, to the future

Consumed by greed, confused and ignorant
The people are murmuring

The prophets are speaking, the seas are swelling
The sun scorches, and the earth burns

Starvation and thirst, come for the people
The voiceless people, agonized

Apathy and scorn, no recourse for the victims
Tongues shrivel in blackened mouths

Our suffering world, for humanity’s achievements
Purchased with pain and misery

Our suffering world, its monuments forgotten
Shrines and memorials crumble in the storm

Reduced to nothing, desperation ensuing, trapped
In a nightmare without waking

Global disasters, depravities reoccurring
Sanctified in law

Emergence 3.0 - Section Seven, War; Part Forty-four, Loyalties; Chapter Two, Class

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 317, Tuesday
November 13th, 2018

Chapter Two: Class

Nobody was satisfied with their position in society.

Everyone dreamed of advancing to the next levels, it was the constant preoccupation of the masses. They desired advancement, either in this life or the next, every detail of their lives was subordinated to this, and nothing else mattered.

Even this highest ranking members of the Imperial family were caught up in the notion of advancement, only they knew the truth and their desire was eternal life in the Continuum.

Complacency was abhorrent, it was incumbent on the individual to push themselves and their families forward.

They referred to it as the ladder of divine ascent.

People were conditioned to loath their own place, but when threatened they would reach out to those closest to them for safety, their sameness reflexively united them.

There was safety in numbers.

The people were united by tribe, clan, village and world; as well as by class, by rank and station, by fear and loathing. This was the result of the Imperial condition. The Imperial schools and the religion of the Empire were extremely adept at concretizing this divisive mode of ideation.

Nevertheless, in every generation, on every world and in virtually every tribe there were those who were born seemingly immune to the coercive controls of the Imperium.

These precious few were motivated by love and altruism, they cared little for their rank, they saw themselves as a part of the greater whole and it did not require effort for them to think this way

It came to them naturally.

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Monday, November 12, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Seven, War; Part Forty-four, Loyalties; Chapter One, Genetic

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 315, Monday
November 12th, 2018

Chapter One: Genetic

The Imperial system did everything it could to sew divisions among the people; between individuals, families, tribes, and worlds, between castes, and between ranks.

The Empire was masterful at it.

Paradoxically, it managed to foment all of that division, by dogmatically focusing the attention of every person on the things that actually united them.

Many things united the people of the Empire, such as; language, cult and custom.

Brothers and sisters, cousins, they might compete tirelessly with one another for position in their family unit, but they would reflexively protect the social status of the family itself, just as families would do within their tribal and national structures, as tribes and nations would relate to their home world.

Fear, and hope were among the most powerful forces establishing this mutuality, and commonality throughout the worlds. There was perpetual conflict, politicking, and maneuvering for gain.

The children of the Ancients evolved in different ways, on their disparate worlds, with differing gravity, differing atmospheres, with different stars to look up at, and different fates to contemplate.

Remaining unified was a critical component of survival, but the things that differentiated people from one another remained primary.

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Sunday, November 11, 2018

Veteran's Day

Today is Veteran’s Day, November 11th.

Today we commemorate the 100th anniversary of the end of World War I, the war to end all wars, though regrettably it was not.

I am a veteran, as is my father and some few of my friends (very few).

From the end of World War I, until 1954, we celebrated this day as Armistice Day, as a remembrance of that moment in that first great-global conflict, when the fighting stopped along the lines, in the trenches at the fronts. It stopped suddenly, it stopped all at once, at the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month; as if the war had a director who yelled “cut!” And all the actors on the stage, all the pawns in the field, the millions of people in their graves could get up from what they were doing and go home.

That is not what happened.

Nearly twenty million people were killed in World War I, twenty million families broken, with many millions more suffering in the aftermath.

World War I was perceived by those who endured it as so horrible that it would end war itself for all time, but that would not be the case.

The gods of war are busy, always
The conflicts they sew never end, ever
We hunger and thirst for it, the failure
Of humanity

Today is the feast of Saint Martin of Tours. He is the patron saint of soldiers, St. Martin of the Sword, he is called.

He was the first Christian Soldier.

It was in recognition of him, and his feast that this date was selected, to bring a halt to World War I.

It might have come sooner for the soldiers in the struggle, but the politicians acting like art directors wanted to wait for a symbolic moment, to bring it to a close.


The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, it was easy to remember.   

Pope, Saint Gregory the Great, the man who gave us our calendar, penned Saint Martin’s hagiography. It is not likely that Martin ever even lived. All of Gregory’s writing were works of fiction, either cut from whole cloth, or steeped and dyed.

Even if the life of Martin was based on the life of a real person did, his hagiography is a fiction, our celebration of Saint Martin is a piece of propaganda, it is just another terrible lie.

His hagiography was a fable penned with a purpose, through it Pope, Saint Gregory gave permission for Christians to takes up arms.

He gave Christian soldiers leave to march to war, which had been theretofore a matter of deep contention, a thing that was forbidden to the followers of Jesus.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…their will is our own. There is no god of war, there are only human pretenders.

In 1954, President Eisenhower, the man who had been the Supreme Allied Commander in World War II, he changed the nature of the November 11th holiday; from Armistice to Veteran’s Day, in honor of all Veterans who had fought in any conflict, anywhere in the world.

Friend or foe, ally or adversary, we celebrate the courage of the average person, woman or man, who was willing to risk everything for their tribe, their nation or their clan.

That is what we celebrate today.

We do not celebrate the end of war, because it seems that war itself will never end.

We do not celebrate the fictional life of a fictional saint, whose usefulness as a tool of propaganda suggested that it was possible to serve Jesus, with a sword, and we do not celebrate the lie that peace could ever be the fruit of war.

The fruit of peace springs from a different seed altogether.

We celebrate the character of those who have had the courage to enlist, to risk their lives for the sake of their sisters and brothers, whether at home or beside them in the field.

We should always celebrate that quality of character, while simultaneously naming the flaws in our own that lead us to war; fear and greed, anger and hatred, calamities all.

The spirits of conflict have a will of their own…they are the children of Aries; Fear, Panic and Strife, they own a piece of us.

We are possessed.

We are still waging war all around the world, one hundred years after the end of World War I. We the United States of America are waging war in Afghanistan, in Africa, selling weapons to Saudi Arabia, fighting a war by proxy with Iran in Yemen, and feeding other conflicts in every sector of the globe.

I served in the Navy as a Hospital Corpsman, from 1990 – 1994.

I served during the first Gulf War, though I did not serve in that theatre where we killed 300,000 Iraqi people in the space of a few months.

My father served for twenty-two years; the first four as a Marine, the next eighteen in the Air Force. Our nation went to war only once during that time, in Southeast Asia, where my father served multiple tours of duty, and in which we killed 3,000,000 people of Vietnam.

We have killed millions more in many other nations in the decades since then.

Millions of families broken.

We are terrible, we are profligate killers, we are experts at it, we Americans.

Today our President went to a ceremony to mark the one hundred year anniversary of World War I. All of the leaders gathered there walked arm in arm down the Champs Elysees, all except two, Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin, who arrived at the celebration late, in disgrace.

Make of that what you will.

Every bullet we fire, every missile we launch, each of them is an admission of our failure as diplomats, as human beings.

Violence does not beget peace. Violence it begets violence, and so it will always be.
Only peace and reconciliation bring peace.

Love one another; pay respect to the inherent dignity of every human being, regardless of your disagreements, regardless of the pain you are carrying from your past.

To be free from it, requires that we forgive.

Commit yourself to meet conflict with love, respect all people, even your adversary, this is the thanks you can give to a Veteran today.

Emergence 3.0 - Section Seven, War; Part Forty-three, Division; Chapter Seven, Martyrs

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One page Per Day
Day 315, Sunday
November 11th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Martyrs

There is a beauty to military formations, a Sublime blend of the simple and the complex, when lighted in the ocean of space, every ship, every vessel in motion, it is the greatest of all dances.

The god-fearers never considered that any faction within the Empire would oppose them. They had been conditioned to expect obedience, they cultivated it among their subordinates, rewarded it in those who evinced the greatest capacity for following orders and sending those who did not to their death in combat.

This was a serious flaw.

They had never engaged a military power in which they did not possess the greater force. The Empire rolled over everything, every person, every planet who would oppose them. The power they brought to bear was only limited by their objectives, their code of conduct, and the rules of engagement those codes articulated.

Every objective, every code, every rule was relative, a dispensation for deviation from a rule or a violation of orders could be had at any time from the Emperor, or the priesthood, speaking on behalf of the Continuum.

The Imperial forces were supreme, they were accustomed to being on the offensive, it was an offensive posture that they took where they gathered, they thought of their defense.

Their maneuvers were totally predictable by those on the general staff who had decided to rebel. From the reserve forces that were left behind on each of the million worlds, to their planetary, and star system defenses, which in this moment of conflict were little more than auxiliaries, to where the majority of the fleet had gathered in preparation for the jump to the Central System, there was nothing unscripted about their planning.

They were slaughtered in each of the places where they had gathered; they were slaughtered en-masse.

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