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Thursday, February 28, 2019

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Four, University, Collected Chapters

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Friday, February 22nd, 2019

Chapter One: Institution

Through his advice and authority Jim shaped the burgeoning cultures of human civilization.

He established centers of learning among the tribes, even while they were pre-literate, he built up systems and oral traditions by which they captured and recounted their histories, which became narratives that would take decades to master.

Through these schools he guided their understanding of agriculture, teaching them the secrets of building, fostering in them a patience that allowed them to track the movement of the stars.

He trained them to manage calamities in this way, to preserve their fragile way of life. He conditioned them with mnemonics, to remember who they were, what their ancestors had done, and he worked into those memes the control mechanisms that would allow him to have sway over the people for all future generations, through secret codes built into the language structure.

He took these psychological sciences, the neuro-linguistic programming to levels they had never been before. These were the tried and true conditioning techniques of the Imperial cult, but in the context of Earth’s cynergenic field their potential was greatly magnified.

The centers of learning he developed became the centers of civilization, the locus of worship, they became the distribution centers of food and those who cared for them became the custodians of clean water, purveyors of the medical arts, and teachers.

It took thousands of years, a time frame that was nothing to Jim, but was exceedingly long for the people of Earth, In that time these centers cathedrals and monasteries, and then universities and colleges.

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Saturday, February 23rd, 2019

Chapter Two: Logic

Logic was the icon he knelt beside, Logic was his Grail, his object of devotion.

He drilled his fetish for logic, the adherence to it, deep into the structures of the institutions he built.

The institutional bias was always logic, dispassionate and utilitarian.

There was safety in logic, there was predictability. The power of logic was demonstrable, and belief in its power was ingrained into every level of the vast structures of the schools he founded.

People are not logical by nature, they had to be conditioned to it, The languages they spoke created modes of thinking that were more and less suited to it.

Jim left some groups to be wild and never touched them with the machination of logic. Other tribes were built around intricate webs of logical assumptions.

At different points in the development of a society he engineered disasters which took away the institutions the undergirded the transmission of logic. He starved those societies of it, allowing them to regress into natural states of animal emotionality, of fear and suspicion.

Then he would bring it back like a healing balm and watch while they transformed themselves through the use of it.

Within the great-stone walls of the institutions he founded, he formed secret societies to protect and carry out his work. This allowed him to focus his attention all around the globe, guiding the development of civilization with a slow-steady and invisible hand. 

He layered control devices into their collective memory, repeated through the stories they told and the lists they memorized, in the tropes they wrote into their hearts.

He controlled them through the archetypes they bonded with, through the myths they constructed to give meaning to their lives.

His work was art.

His art was a weapon

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Sunday, February 24th, 2019

Chapter Three: Method

There were a myriad of concerns to manage in the detailed work of engineering the living-vessel he needed to deliver the crippling blow to the continuum.

The human body had developed a reliance on aggression as a survival skill, but raw power would not be enough to dislodge the Continuum from its control of the HomeWorld and all of the systems of the Central Planet.

He need to create doubt and fear, he needed the Continuum to turn its eye inward, and collapse on itself. This required that the entire field of consciousness belonging to the Collective do the same thing.   

The colonists who had come to populate Earth had come to rely on swift action for the mitigation of crisis, this had to be tamped down to ensure the survival of the tribes, to keep them from tearing one another apart. They had a proclivity for war that was driven by fear, by worry over the allocation of limited resources in a time of great scarcity.

Jim needed the power and dynamism of the aggressive impulses and drives which the Ancient People had bred for, unintentionally, on their ages-long trek across the galaxy, but he needed this to be modulated by conscientiousness, and bent toward the most supernal values.

Jim conditioned altruism into the social mythological norms of consciousness he propagated.

He utilized the most subtle tools of neuro-linguistic programming to establish defaults in his human subjects, serving as capacitators, allowing great rage to be channeled into protectiveness, and for the individual to instinctively risk their own self for the sake of the whole which they represented.

These fail safes followed the religious programming of the Imperial Cult in many of its dictates.

Jim’s efforts in this regard were seen as a form of preparation for the coming of the Empire, and so it did not raise suspicion with the Continuum.

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Monday, February 25th, 2019

Chapter Four: Truth

Jim expended incredible efforts at the habits and practices of concealment. He risked everything if he was discovered.

Jim had to be careful with how the genetic properties, and psychic qualities he was engineering into the human race manifested themselves in the population.

If the Continuum were to discover these, even if he was able to hide his role in engineering them, planet Earth and the Human race would be doomed.

In order to conceal his work he also had to be on the lookout for spies from the Observer Corps, for any manifestation of the machinations of the Continuum interfering in his work.

He introduced subtle changes into the genetic profile of the human being.

There were moments when he used the transmission of a virus to affect widespread mutation, and at other times he was more precise, changing the genetic profile in targeted ways, family by family. He then monitored the families he was experimenting on for generations following them, normalizing the changes he introduced before spreading those changes outward.

It was the most intricate of all puzzles.

He pieced it together under extreme duress.

All the things he was aiming for had to be kept in a state of constant tension, with multiple trajectories kept isolated from one another until they were ready to be blended with other parts of his study.

He was busy, and everything he did had to be guarded, kept secret, the systems that he put in place to protect them were themselves artificial and unnatural. They were so extensive that he ran the risk of being exposed, simply by virtue of the fact that he was taking measures to protect his work.

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Tuesday, February 26th, 2019

Chapter Five: Communication

His research was slow, meticulous, and exhaustive. As his experiments progressed he began to uncover memories of his own that recalled the initial work he had participated in, work which led to the creation of the Collective.

Those memories confirmed for him a narrative concerning the Ancient People which he had suspected was true, but had previously doubted, thinking that they could be false memories from an artificial narrative he might have lived in his private world.

He had no way of independently verifying this until he began to study the electro-magnetic frequency of the consciousness of human beings.

Jim began to peel back the barriers that separated one human consciousness from another, exposing them to each other, plumbing the limits he discovered and finding where the threshold between one human consciousness and another actually existed.

As he delved into this field of research his subjects became deranged, unstable, so he learned to manage their confusion medicinally, through the intersection of chemical aides and frequency blockers.

Madness and insanity followed his subjects into the breeding pool, in some cultures he established cultural protections for these people, allowing them to thrive and procreate at random, they became holymen and holywomen, oracles, and shamans. 

In other cultures he isolated them, constructing social taboos that identified those traits early and deliberately ostracized them.

In all cases they became fodder for his studies.

As much as Jim pretended to care for them, in the final analysis human beings were little more than laboratory animals in service to his greater purpose.

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Wednesday, February 27th, 2019

Chapter Six: Foundation

Jim observed the subtle changes taking place in the human population; in the electromagnetic frequencies he monitored in their cognition and its nearly imperceptible influence on the electromagnetic field proximate to them.

The patience he had mastered while he was coming back to consciousness, in the long interval of the great sleep, during the sequestration, his imprisonment, or later, in his sojourn as an Observer, leading the thousands of missions he went on to track down the lost colonies of the Ancient People, tracking them all the way to Planet Earth.

He studied with extremes of patience as he pulled the genetic structures of human beings apart, sequencing and resequencing them, combing and recombining them, manipulating the proteins and amino acids that formed the tiniest links in the chain of their genetic profiles, with the objective of strengthening their access to their genetic memory, and enhancing the retention of the key particles, like magnetite and lithium, that allowed for the individual person to connect with the Earth’s cynergenic field.     

Jim was pleased with what he found in his subjects. He was encouraged by their reaction to his work and the feedback he received from his subjects.

Whether the individuals adjusted to and thrived from the alterations he introduced into their genetic lineage, or whether they suffered, experienced madness, alienation and pain, Jim was pleased.

Relatively few of his experiments resulted in death. Most came through the changes alive, aware, able to procreate.

He established different social paradigms in various cultural groups for how to manage the population of the gifted, establishing structures to identify them and report them to him for closer observation as their gifts and talents emerged.

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Thursday, February 28th, 2019

Chapter Seven: Mission

Earth Became home to him.

Jim felt something like happiness for the first time he could remember. After age upon age of pursuing his cold purpose, the experience of life on Earth made him feel a sense of joy, even pleasure.

There was a sense of safety and personal security emanating from the cynergenic field. He felt a deep connection to humanity, and an atavistic connection to the replicants he had made of himself, with all of them working towards a common goal.

He was filled with a sense of purpose, and if gratified him as he moved toward the completion of his mission.

The challenge that his mission represented brought him another kind of joy.

He was looking for resolution, and he found it, at the end of the line, in the last remnant of the Ancient people still remaining in the galaxy.

Human beings, with their unique abilities had given him something for which he was eternally grateful, and he was prepared to offer up the whole of it for the sake of destroying the Continuum.

The humans of Earth and the Collective, together they would burn on the altar of his sacred purpose, of the trust he had taken to himself.

The citizens of the Empire would be the beneficiaries.

If Jim was lucky he would escape the onslaught. If he did, he was determined to scour the galaxy for another world like Earth. He would build a new civilization from there, build a home where he could end his days.

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Emergence 3.0
Section Five (a), Jim

Appendix Part Four, University

Collected Chapters
01 Institution
02 Logic
03 Method
04 Truth
05 Communication
06 Foundation
07 Mission

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Emergence 3.0 - Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Four, University; Chapter Seven, Mission


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Thursday, February 28th, 2019

Chapter Seven: Mission

Earth Became home to him.

Jim felt something like happiness for the first time he could remember. After age upon age of pursuing his cold purpose, the experience of life on Earth made him feel a sense of joy, even pleasure.

There was a sense of safety and personal security emanating from the cynergenic field. He felt a deep connection to humanity, and an atavistic connection to the replicants he had made of himself, with all of them working towards a common goal.

He was filled with a sense of purpose, and if gratified him as he moved toward the completion of his mission.

The challenge that his mission represented brought him another kind of joy.

He was looking for resolution, and he found it, at the end of the line, in the last remnant of the Ancient people still remaining in the galaxy.

Human beings, with their unique abilities had given him something for which he was eternally grateful, and he was prepared to offer up the whole of it for the sake of destroying the Continuum.

The humans of Earth and the Collective, together they would burn on the altar of his sacred purpose, of the trust he had taken to himself.

The citizens of the Empire would be the beneficiaries.

If Jim was lucky he would escape the onslaught. If he did, he was determined to scour the galaxy for another world like Earth. He would build a new civilization from there, build a home where he could end his days.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Four, University; Chapter Six, Foundation


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Wednesday, February 27th, 2019

Chapter Six: Foundation

Jim observed the subtle changes taking place in the human population; in the electromagnetic frequencies he monitored in their cognition and its nearly imperceptible influence on the electromagnetic field proximate to them.

The patience he had mastered while he was coming back to consciousness, in the long interval of the great sleep, during the sequestration, his imprisonment, or later, in his sojourn as an Observer, leading the thousands of missions he went on to track down the lost colonies of the Ancient People, tracking them all the way to Planet Earth.

He studied with extremes of patience as he pulled the genetic structures of human beings apart, sequencing and resequencing them, combing and recombining them, manipulating the proteins and amino acids that formed the tiniest links in the chain of their genetic profiles, with the objective of strengthening their access to their genetic memory, and enhancing the retention of the key particles, like magnetite and lithium, that allowed for the individual person to connect with the Earth’s cynergenic field.     

Jim was pleased with what he found in his subjects. He was encouraged by their reaction to his work and the feedback he received from his subjects.

Whether the individuals adjusted to and thrived from the alterations he introduced into their genetic lineage, or whether they suffered, experienced madness, alienation and pain, Jim was pleased.

Relatively few of his experiments resulted in death. Most came through the changes alive, aware, able to procreate.

He established different social paradigms in various cultural groups for how to manage the population of the gifted, establishing structures to identify them and report them to him for closer observation as their gifts and talents emerged.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Desperate


Desperately searching for identity, masking
Bland affectations

The need for acceptance
To be perceived as one of the tribe, belonging

Pulling together for egoistic safety
United by fear

We dim the flame that
Sheds a light on difference, inequality

Incongruities, we suffer the scrutiny
Of our peers and by

Sufferance we give-up
Our secrets, our private selves to the common wheel

For the common good, we open our wounds and bleed
Exposing our pains

I kept to my-self
Diffident and distant, rebellious and free

In solitude, I reflected on my movement, watched
It transformation

All our symbols turned
Into icons of fashion, desperately searching

For truth and identity, assimilation
Cool affectation

Tribalism and safety, satisfaction
Blind quiescence


Emergence 3.0 - Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Four, University; Chapter Five, Communication


Emergence 3.0
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Tuesday, February 26th, 2019

Chapter Five: Communication

His research was slow, meticulous, and exhaustive. As his experiments progressed he began to uncover memories of his own that recalled the initial work he had participated in, work which led to the creation of the Collective.

Those memories confirmed for him a narrative concerning the Ancient People which he had suspected was true, but had previously doubted, thinking that they could be false memories from an artificial narrative he might have lived in his private world.

He had no way of independently verifying this until he began to study the electro-magnetic frequency of the consciousness of human beings.

Jim began to peel back the barriers that separated one human consciousness from another, exposing them to each other, plumbing the limits he discovered and finding where the threshold between one human consciousness and another actually existed.

As he delved into this field of research his subjects became deranged, unstable, so he learned to manage their confusion medicinally, through the intersection of chemical aides and frequency blockers.

Madness and insanity followed his subjects into the breeding pool, in some cultures he established cultural protections for these people, allowing them to thrive and procreate at random, they became holymen and holywomen, oracles, and shamans. 

In other cultures he isolated them, constructing social taboos that identified those traits early and deliberately ostracized them.

In all cases they became fodder for his studies.

As much as Jim pretended to care for them, in the final analysis human beings were little more than laboratory animals in service to his greater purpose.

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Monday, February 25, 2019

Emergence 4.0 - Part One, Jim and Kathy; Chapter Seven, Catastrophe


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Week 08, 2019


The explosion shook the world; everything shifted.
Every living thing on the planet felt it. 
Kathy knew in an instant what it was, what it meant, the sound of the blast echoed back through her memory. Ancestral voices within her cried out in alarm.
It was the end of days, it was Ragnorak, it was the hand of God pulling the death-shroud over the face of the Earth.
She felt it from over a thousand miles away, it shook the building she was standing in, it was a massive earthquake. The place where she stood remained on its foundations, even while buildings all around her where collapsing, gas mains exploding, homes catching on fire.
Kathy felt the pain and the fear of those dying.
The volcano erupted in a remote location. People died in the tens of thousands in the first seconds, but the shock waves that were unleashed, liquefied the mantle spreading in concentric rings for hundreds and hundreds of miles.
It took minutes before it reached major population centers, places filled with buildings that were never designed to endure those forces.
Millions more died in those moments.
Kathy felt the fears of those about to die, she felt their panic, she felt their pain, she felt it all around her.
Kathy felt a deep sorrow as she immediately understood the profound consequences of what was transpiring.
It was the end of the world, there would be survivors, but nothing would be the same. The survivors would be few. Winter would ensue, and famine. There would be no warmth or rest for them, not for generations, and by then it might be too late to save the remainder.
Kathy had spent her entire life learning to shield herself from such psychic intrusions;  from the external world, from the living people all around her, and from the multitude of voices speaking to her from her ancestral memory, and the spirits of the dead  dwelling in the cynergenic field.
She was stalwart; her defenses went up instinctively.
She withstood the assault.
Every-thing is one in the quantum field.
Time and space, our normal conception of them, they do not exist, their meaning and distinction are completely lost.
In the quantum field everything was entangled, like a ball of string, condensed into a single point of reference.
There was no distance between Earth and HomeWorld; between humanity and the Continuum, or the Collective, or the population of any other world.
The reality of individual experience, the reality of individuation, the reality of time as experienced by beings existing on a scale that is large enough to see it, these are real and actual phenomena, even while at the same time being perfunctory and illusory. 
Jim felt Earth’s psychic pain rushing through the wormhole connecting him to Kathy. He felt much more than the fear, shock, and panic that he was expecting. He sensed the fullness of the human race coming through the channel with her, the living and the dead, the present and the past, the entirety of Earth’s collective consciousness arriving with her, like a pile driver.
The force of it was much greater than Jim was expecting, hoping for, wanting.
He was barely able to hang onto his own identity in the onrush.
He clung to his purpose like a life raft, like a man hanging over the edge of a cliff by his fingernails, and slipping.
He blacked out.
It was too much.
Even as the entire Collective went into shock, while the Continuum scrambled to make sense of what was happening, knowing that Jim, the Observer had returned to the HomeWorld as an assassin, at that moment Jim lost his grip on what was happening and his ability to control any of the aftermath.
He was victorious, and he had lost, both at the same time.
He was not secure at all in his understanding of what was about to happen.
He had miscalculated a great many things; that much was clear to him, and he did not feel safe at all.
As his sense of what was transpiring around him was going dim. He perceived a familiar person near to him, searching for him, reaching out through the psychic maelstrom for something to cling to.
She was scared, but she was whole, she was confident and she was ascending.
When the super-volcano in Yellowstone Park blew. Most people on earth had no idea of the danger, no idea that such a threat even existed, no idea of what its destructive power was, or how extensive was the damage that it had done in its history.
The existence of the caldera-volcano in Yellowstone had only been discovered by humans in the recent past. It was too massive to see with the naked eye.
Geologists discovered it by chance, as teams of surveyors were examining the original measurements of the surrounding mountains. They noticed that the surveys they were taking did not match those done a hundred years earlier, and they found this perplexing.
The science of surveying, trigonometry, this was well established, it had not changed in the hundred years that had intervened.
The new measurements showed an uplift of several centimeters over hundreds of square miles of mountain range. The uplift itself was not uniform, meaning that the discrepancy could not be explained by a piece of faulty equipment, or by the uniform application of an incorrect formula.
It was suggestive of a geological mystery.
More teams of geologists were called in to study the rock formations, they layers of sediment that formed parts of the mountain chain, their strata. They came to the conclusion that hundreds of square miles had indeed experienced a dramatic uplift in a short period of time.
They wanted to understand it.
They knew intuitively that a massive geological force had to underlay the phenomenon they were measuring. They naturally thought of the heat source lurking beneath the Yellowstone Park, a heat source that was the cause of its many geysers and other natural wonders.
Scientists from many disciplines came together as a community, and they discovered it, a massive volcano deep beneath the earth, one that had gone off like clock-work. Every 600,000 thousand years, and it had been 640,000 years since the last eruption.
As a group they came to the understanding that the next disaster was upon them.
They also understood that they would not be able to do anything about it, the planet was dying, all life on the earth was becoming just another layer of clay.
This small group of scientists belonged to a small group of people who knew full well that doom was near at hand.
Some were driven to despair, isolation and madness. Others committed themselves to the hopeless proposition of discovering a solution to the problem, they may have been able to resolve, if only they had time.
            A few sought to expose the threat to the world at large; they were sanctioned and disappeared.
            When they felt the psychic blow landing on them from Earth, a trillion individual persons, those members of the Collective who comprised the Continuum, they became silent all at once.
They were in shock.
Each and every one of them felt the pain of humanity. It was a trauma they had not felt since the time they themselves were embodied beings, a kind of pain that they could barely remember and they had no defense against it.
The shock waves disoriented them.
It shattered them.
They were not prepared for the onrush and they could not stand against it.
Even as the collective was reeling, trying to recover from the assault. Kathy guided the flow on consciousness from Earth in ways that were calming, comforting, soothing.
Kathy was able to settle the collected humanity she carried with her, settle them into a peaceful transition, she did it in no-time, in her much practiced ability to dwell below the strata of the quantum field.
She realized that Jim had prepared her in many ways just for this moment, she knew intuitively how to guide the masses into their place, allowing them to populate the Collective consciousness of the Central Planet.
In that moment, the great Collective consciousness, the spirits of the Ancient People, became still for the first time ever.
They could not relate to what was happening. They were not adaptable, neither as individuals or as a whole.
Jim knew that there was a chance the Collective could rebound, the Continuum might draw humanity unto itself and adjust to the invasion, but that chance had passed and was now gone.
The emptiness the Collective faced was like a vacuum, it swallowed the whole.
There was no resistance.
Jim was the first to recover from the trauma. He regained his composure and his sense of self quickly, much faster than he had hoped.
He could feel the masses in the Collective. They were quiet, but in motion.
Their movement was like a turbulent ocean beneath him.
It was wild and chaotic.
The Observer had prepared himself.
He was Jim, and he was fixed on that identity.
It steadied him, it calmed him, it reminded him of his purpose, of what brought him to this juncture, and of what steps he had to take in order to preserve his plan.
He had accomplished more than he had set out to do, he succeeded beyond his wildest hope.
He had won!
From the Continuum there was nothing.
Jim had expected to meet with fierce resistance. He had planned for a titanic struggle, but there was nothing. It seemed to him as if the omnipresent Continuum was gone, voided, wiped away clean.
Jim was wracked by the pain flowing through the quantum string that connected him to Kathy and to the Collective, both. He felt it in waves alternating in greater and lesser degrees of intensity.
There were peaks and troughs, and scattered throughout there were intense spikes of anguish, like waves crashing against rocks. The heights of intensity were at times related to a large concentration of group suffering, at other times they were the product of particularly poignant individual grief.
The experience left him staggering, his consciousness would get caught up in and stopped by singular moments of loss. 
He was able to let it flow through him, he never lost hold of the center of himself. He was ready for the great silence that he knew must follow, he had anticipated it. He positioned himself to take advantage.
Jim did not need to move to a physical location, for the ascension. He was one with the Collective, he occupied the same quantum field that the Continuum had, as humanity did, only he was unaware of the presence of humanity with him.
He was myopic, and singularly focused on his goal.
He could not see the things he had never anticipated, not at that moment.
He only needed to assert control.
Jim felt a deep sense of justification. He told himself that this catastrophe could have been avoided, the catastrophe in the Collective, and the real disaster that had taken the Earth.
The Empire had the technology to control events of this type. Natural disasters could be mitigated, prevented, undone, even harnessed for the benefit of the people, in the same way that similar problems are resolved on other worlds.
However, the Continuum and the Collective both, craved the impending drama that would come in the aftermath of Earth’s destruction.
The pique of ruin, was a savory delight for them. They loved to live vicariously in the lives of desperate people. To watch them sacrificeand be sacrificed; selflessly or selfishly, they wanted to be in the moment with those people making the hard decisions when faced with the loss of everything they loved.
In one place a parent would give up their life for the sake of their child, a husband for the sake of his wife. In another place the man would sell his spouse into slavery, and the parents make a cannibalistic meal of their child’s body.
The more gruesome the decision the more enwrapped the Collective would be in it.
They could not wait for the moment to arrive.
They were ready for it, eager, hungry.
Jim’s planning would cause the Continuum to feel real anguish, real fear, actual pain, to feel it full-force. They would pay for the ages of contemptuous tyranny they lorded over the entire Empire.
The Continuum would pay with its artificial life, and the Collective, what survived of it, if any survived, the Collective would have to adjust to a new reality.  
They would participate in the cataclysmic events happening on Earth, in a manner they could not have predicted, had no defense for. Would not be able to respond to it. They would feel it as if they were experiencing it themselves.
Jim told himself this, if the Continuum would have listened to him, this impasse might have been avoided. He told himself this even knowing that it was a lie.
He had guided events to this place, had been shaping this moment for millions of years, seeking this opportunity, and now he would deliver the results.
The full potential of this moment had been realized, and he was at the crest of the wave.
He never had any intention of allowing them to escape the fate that he had laid out for them.
The only thing he did not determine was the timing, the right now, and it was here.
With the Continuum in a state of paralysis; it was a simple thing for Jim to assert the force of his individual persona into the command matrix of HomeWorld, thereby dismantling the architecture supporting the security apparatus of the Central Planet.
He took it apart and he took control. He restructured both the psychic protections, the buffers and barriers protecting the Collective and the group consciousness of the Continuum.
They were undone.
If there were any members of the Collective in a state of recovery at that moment, this made the work of that recovery all the more difficult. As those members would now be confronted with a new reality, one in which there were no safeguards protecting their individuality, and one in which the solidly partitioned world of the Collective was now more like a vast miasma, a swamp of chaos and diffusion.
The undoing of those psychic barriers made it more difficult for any members of the Collective to reassert their own identity, the mass of them were simply drifting away into a state of utter in-cohesion.
As soon as he was able to, Jim turned his attention to the military programs of the Central Planet. Taking control of those functions was a little more complicated because it involved the manipulation of machinery in real time.
Jim had to adjust his consciousness to receive data inputs from millions of remote sensors and monitors that were constantly scanning the space around the Central Planet; defensive weapons capabilities, shields, offensive weapons capabilities, energy weapons, nuclear weapons, projectiles, and the fleets of drones, in a constant state of activity repairing and maintaining the structural needs of the HomeWorld.
Jim only needed to assert his control over the many disparate systems, he did not need to guide them after that.
During this process Jim was fully enveloped in time; the work he was engaged in was systematic and sequential.
He was outwardly focused as one by one he asserted his mastery over them
He was busy with his work as the Imperial Armada entered the system and closed in. 
           

Emergence 4.0

Part One, Jim and Kathy
Chapter Seven, Catastrophe

A Novel – In One Chapter Per Week

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