A Novel – In 55 Words a Day
Day 231, Sunday
August 19th, 2017
Chapter Seven: Being
He was no longer the person he was when he entered the great sleep, he knew that.
The sleep had changed him.
In sequestration he touched every other member being held in that quantum field.
He became irreversibly entangled with them.
Each of his fellows left an indelible mark on him.
At his core, his identity was the same as the man who entered the Collective as an organic being, but now the essence of the Collective was enmeshed in him, and he was connected to every part of it.
He was not unlike the Continuum, and for this reason the fear the Continuum had of him was not misplaced, however irrational.
He could follow the tendril of consciousness wherever he desired.
He could feel things the other members were feeling, see what they were seeing, taste what they were tasting, he was privy to their thoughts.
He was disgusted by what he encountered. There was little of beauty in the worlds the membership had created. They were lazy, they lived vicariously through the experiences of their progeny, the children of the Ancient people who built the collective, now gathered together in the Galactic Empire, enslaved to, and worshipping the Continuum.
It was abhorrent, a tragedy on a scale that he never could have imagined. He and his fellows were responsible for it.
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