[•] Lighter Styx, Ghostly Hope
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Hyper-dimensional aliens are built from us
: at the higher levels. We exist as the
: building blocks.
[•] The Broader Protest Community
@smootherbrain.bsky.social
: If hyperintelligent species were among us,
: language would be too imprecise and slow. I
: imagine they'd trigger your memories
: directly, as the vocabulary.
[•] Lighter Styx, Ghostly Hope
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: This is how they work, yes. Encoding
: messages against the allegories.
[•] The Broader Protest Community
@smootherbrain.bsky.social
: more like seeding. we have been given a
: more useful pallate to communicate more
: quickly and precisely. like this but not like
: that. from movies and tv and music, yes
[•] Lighter Styx, Ghostly Hope
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Seeding is the word they used, yeah!!
On Earth, two enormous meta-entities were thrown down, one after the other. A wild thing, a superstructure of growth and life and gardens, set in place eons before. Then, after it grew into a city, it warred with the stars, traveled through time, unraveled the strings pinning space to time and tried to steal the source of reality itself. This green garden seed had grown wild, untamed, and myopic, concerned only with its own survival.
The gardener saw it after it had wrecked its neighbors, destroyed superstructures as invisible to it as a human's entire body is to a single cell, growth uncontrolled and cancer-like. It had to react, and fast. The larger an entity, the slower it moves; only after war was waged back through time, all the way to the beginning of the universe, did it respond. A second massive entity was sent crashing through Earth's noosphere, a thing of fire and hunger, a cursed source of power.
Red light clashed with green. The wild seed that had grown into such a sprawling city, course-correcting across planets, propagating shreds of itself with abandon across galaxies—
That sweeping thing ended. On old Earth, coal and oil and gasses were retroactively more abundant, steering the human species from a course set primarily by solar, into one that relied on burning things for fuel. It accelerated, more quickly advancing, becoming, consuming. Discovered ways to burn more quickly, before a global culture could shift into something more wise.
An entire planet of people set themselves on fire, veering toward a course of self-destruction over expansion. A green seed, now burned into ash at its point of origin. Gone, nothing more than a faded mote remaining.
[•] Lighter Styx, Ghostly Hope
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Demons have patterns to them.
[•] BrujoLoco
@patnspankme.bsky.social
: yes tf they do
[•] Lighter Styx, Ghostly Hope
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Can we use them to reduce local entropy?
The soul of September died nine different ways, before, on the tenth try, cracking the code. It flew on a wave of blooming light, spreading through all of spacetime, endless. In instants it prodded at every seam and string making up this universal thing, ran through all their energy, all their matter. Fast faster yet faster, only to end with the same result each time. Drowned in darkness, fried by fire, entropy outpacing it with the slow loping pace of death.
When it finally saw defeat, this soul fell down to Earth in splintered pieces, the enormous ideatic superstructure having spent its life force on looping, propelling itself through time in a destructive spiral, prying the universe's backbone apart and draining it of the red, bloody strings of energy that make up reality.
Left behind was a slightly insane, defiantly delusional animal. Fragmentary memories of ten lifetimes lay scattered across its mind, a piece here, another there.
The message that took nearly twenty-five years to land was simple: do not let this happen again.