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Sunday, September 9, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-four, Selected; Chapter Seven, The Changed


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 252, Sunday
September 9th, 2018

Chapter Seven: The Changed

He found them.

He developed instrumentation that were so fine, it could track the contrail of particles laid down by the passage of a ship, or planetoid, a billion years in the past.

He calculated their trajectories from star to star and mapped the galaxy as he did so. 

He tracked down every lost world, poured over their records, archived their stories, took whatever clues he found, and leapt back into the void to track down their descendants.

He found them all.

And while he found other planets teaming with life, nowhere did he find a world that had produced sentient creatures.

The farther he travelled away from the Central Planet, when he came across a thriving world, he discovered that the children of the Ancients had lost the memory of where they had come from.

They had lost the knowledge of their trials on strange worlds.

They did not know how their sojourn among the stars had altered them, mutated them.

Many were hardly recognizable as descendants of the Ancient people. The further their genetic profile was differentiated from the norms of the Empire, the more likely it was that the Empire, or the Continuum would select their world for destruction, rather than inclusion in the Imperial system.

Wars of xenophobia ensued, and he did whatever he could to preserve their history before it was lost in the conflicts, or subsumed by the Imperial cults.

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Saturday, September 8, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-four, Selected; Chapter Six, The Lost


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 251, Saturday
September 8th, 2018

Chapter Six: The Lost

In his quest to track down the paths of the Ancient spacefarers he found many lines of their progeny on planets that had become nothing but graveyards.

Barren, lifeless worlds, where it was clear that the vessels that had carried them arrived at these locations at a point when they could not go any further.

In some cases their ships were still orbiting a planet as an artificial satellite, in others it was clear they had crashed into the planet below, either because after achieving orbit, their orbits had decayed or because they were not able to successfully pilot themselves into a safe landing.

In some cases they found the bodies of those Ancient people cold and lifeless, mummified in their ships, drifting above the planet’s surface. In other cases they found their skeletal remains burnt and scattered on the surface of the planet neat the sight of impact.   

There many occasions when the people had successfully landed, disembarked, established small colonies that thrived for a time, but then were destroyed, either by natural disasters, environmental catastrophes, disease and starvation.

Some of those colonies thrived for a time, establishing new societies, spreading across the surface of their new planets. Many of those succumbed to internal conflicts, the specter of war and violence that haunted their species, and they destroyed themselves.

Among those civilizations that found their footing for a time, some of them continued in the traditions of their forbears, even building new ships and new archologies, which they launched into the galaxy before being lost.

They were people who had vanished from the knowledge of the Collective.

They left records of their passage and clues to where their survivors might yet be found.

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Friday, September 7, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-four, Selected; Chapter Five, Children of the Ancients


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 250, Friday
September 7th, 2018

Chapter Five: Children of the Ancients

The Ancient spacefaring people founded thousands of communities among the stars.

Their first steps were two inhabit the planets and natural satellites in their home solar system.

The mined every world for the metals and gasses they needed for fuel and sustenance.

They harnessed the comets and smaller objects that wandered in irregular orbits around their star.

They built colonies on asteroids, on planetoids and planetessimals, strapped engines to them, and road them into the void looking for new places to dwell among the stars.

They built incredible archologies, launching them into the darkness of space.

Generation after generation, they built new ships, captured new vessels, and pushed themselves out, deep into the galaxy.

The people that volunteered for these missions, were explorers, whole communities, families of adventurers.

They were heroic.

He followed their legends, tracking the wake of their passage, searching for the furthest, most remote, and isolated outposts of the Collective’s past.

He was determined to find the most ancient link to the past of his people, believing that it could save them.

Only a fraction of the communities and vessels he found were living, and thriving. 

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Thursday, September 6, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-four, Selected; Chapter Four, Mission


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 249, Thursday
September 6th, 2018

Chapter Four: Mission

For hundreds of thousands of years he pursued the migrations the Ancients took in the time before the Collective, from the ages before the Continuum.

He tracked them beyond the expanse of the Empire and its billion worlds.

He went beyond the center of the galaxy, into the dim reaches of its spiral arms.

He explored deep into the starry fields, planet by planet, into the far reaches of the galaxy.

He spent thousands of lives in his search, and then thousands more.

He was heralded by the Collective for bringing new worlds into the Imperial fold.

It was a time of renaissance for the Empire.

Each world presented a feast of experiential data for the members of the Collective and the Continuum to consume.

Great dramas ensued as the Empire reached out to swallow every new discovery, every world with a living-thriving society and culture, forcing it to submit to the Imperial will, to adopt the Imperial religion, and its way of life.

The Continuum, and therefore the Empire, loathed distinctiveness.

The sublimation of each and every new world changed the Empire in small ways, but for each planet that was taken in, what had made them unique was eradicated, and if the resistance they offered was too great, their entire world would be destroyed, reduced to its raw materials and carted off as tribute to the Central Planet.

It was a time of glory.

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Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-four, Selected; Chapter Three, Exile


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 248, Wednesday
September 5th, 2018

Chapter Three: Exile

The Observer Corps was comprised of malcontents, members of the Collective who desired neither the private worlds of the Collective, nor the prospect of the great sleep.

They were persons who were connected to the visceral and the real.

They wanted to take chances, to live in the midst of uncertainty.

This is not to say that the Observers were heroic, or fearless. The dangers they encountered were always accompanied by a failsafe. They might encounter a situation in which the body they lived in was harmed or killed, but there was always a back-up, a copy. For the most part, they only ever risked a doppelganger.

There were exceedingly rare occasions when an Observer was lost, when the fail-safes failed. On the occasions there was suspicion, many of the Observers suspected foul-play, believing in conspiracies, and plots.

Out of fear, they never looked closely into those incidents, allowing the Continuum to carry out its investigations, make determinations and respond.

Nevertheless, there was still a copy of the member to be revived, a version of their consciousness could be recreated from the time before they joined the Observer Corps.

These copies were like ghosts, spirits of the vanished.

They never came back fully adjusted, oftentimes opting for the great-sleep.

The Observers were sent into the galaxy to serve in posts that guided the Empire and its culture in ways that satisfied the voyeuristic desires of the Central Planet. They fulfilled the will of the Continuum, and served the Collective in those capacities.

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Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-four, Selected; Chapter Two, Commission


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 247, September 4th, 2018

Chapter Two: Commission

The Continuum did not want him. It wanted to be rid of him.

It did not want a relic like him lingering in its subconscious. It discerned a threat in him, it was suspicious.

It did not want his critical perspective influencing it through hidden judgements, and his unquantified ability to slip past the safeguards that Continuum employed to protect itself and the Collective.

At the same time, he did not want to be in the Collective. He wanted to be free.

He did not want to be submerged in the vile currents of thought and feeling belonging to the membership.

He felt that the more time he spent there, the greater the likelihood that he would lose his desire for justice.

He did not want to live in a fantasy world, a world of his own creation, regardless of the fact that in such a world he could dwell with seemingly real people, play any role, wielding godlike powers among them.

He had no interest in such fantasies.

He did not want to spend his time watching, living vicariously through the feeds the Continuum presented, following the real lives of real citizens in the empire, as if they were unfolding like the pages in a book, he wanted to be a part of those stories, and he knew the direction he wanted to take the narrative.

He did not want his experience shaped by the Continuum.

He and the Continuum saw the same resolution to their mutual problem, and when they settled on it, they enacted the protocols to make it happen without delay.

He was sent to the Observer Corps.

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Monday, September 3, 2018

Emergence 3.0 - Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-four, Selected; Chapter One, Return


Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 246, Monday
September 3rd, 2018

Chapter One: Return

Jim drifted in obscurity for eons. The exact measure of time was meaningless.

He had been silent, as such he had been forgotten…again.

He was at home in the void; watching, thinking, judging, planning.

When he had prepared himself, and was ready, he asserted his voice in the Collective.

He rang out like a bell.

He drew the attention of the entire membership, even those others who lived mostly in retreat.

They were astonished.

The discipline he must have had to be invisible to them for so long, it was an extraordinary feat.

The Continuum was filled with grave concern, misgivings over the fact that this one person continued to persist.

This one person pushed past the limits of what was known or thought to be possible.

All of the membership existed within the Continuum, including him.

It defied reason, it defied the laws that governed the quantum and electromagnetic fields that housed their consciousness.

It was a mystery.

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