Thursday, October 19, 2017

Microstory 694: Creating the Fruit of Gentleness

Quantum Darkness Survives and Spreads

Despite growing concerns regarding the future of the human race in all galaxies, the taikon must continue. The ninety-third required the quantum darkness to spread, but it did not have to end in order for the next taikon to take place. For the last few years, a team of scientists on a moon of Protanr, Bereshith called Ekar—the only terraformed natural satellite—began working on a genetic engineering project. This is just one more piece of evidence that the taikon are real, and originate through the Divine Light. We didn’t know when the taikon would begin, but this team’s research coincides perfectly with them, because they were finally finished with their product after all this time. They had created the Fruit of Gentleness...though technically, it’s not actually a fruit. It would probably be best described as a meat, even though it was grown in a laboratory, rather than on living organism. It falls into this category because it contains structured proteins and fibers similar to what one might find in a piece of real meat. Along with its superficial design components, it was engineered to target specific areas of the brain, general neural system, and muscles. Its purpose is to mediate temperament, placing consumers in a state of peace and calm. It relaxes the muscles, allowing people to continue moving about their day, but do so with less tension or angst. It does not facilitate neurotransmitters, nor trick the mind into feeling pleasure. It also doesn’t lower one’s inhibitions, or prevent them from making sound and safe decisions. It simply makes them feel more comfortable in their own skin, so they can focus more on the situation at hand, rather than dwell in the past. Side effects do include increased patience and humility, and a placid response to aggression, but not usually enough to destroy man’s natural inclination towards self-preservation, or their ambition. The fruit hit the market today on the central worlds, and will be distributed beyond in the coming weeks. Perhaps this will help soothe people’s nerves when it comes to living under this terrible darkness, and threat of full-on war with the Amadesin remnant.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Microstory 693: Quantum Darkness Survives and Spreads

Discover Perjury

When the quantum darkness first plagued our galaxy, shrouding the stars like giant cosmic blackout curtains, we were horrified. We were ecstatic when it was somehow destroyed in only one day. The Book of Light never said that it would be destroyed completely that quickly, but it also never said exactly what it would look like in between the first time we were to be saved by it, and its final death. It certainly never said that it would travel to other galaxies to cover their stars as well. When this happened, we were afraid for the Earthan humans, who are too primitive at this point in their history to explain such a thing. Luckily, Earth is also incapable of detecting objects, communicating, or traveling using faster-than-light methods. They have given their closest neighbor the name of Proxima, and are currently only hopeful to one day reach it. At best, according to their calculations, this couldn’t happen any sooner than just over four of their years (closer to three and a half standard years). This means they have no idea that all stars in their galaxy of Lactea are presently invisible. They won’t know for another four years that anything is wrong, and it’ll be even longer before enough of their stars blink out for them to start seeing a trend. This doesn’t mean that we have that long to figure out how to stop the darkness, but it does give us a little breathing room. Many scientists have set aside their projects in order to research this catastrophe, and find a way to turn the stars back on. They also need to find some means of creating a massive illusion so that, when the last remaining Proxima light reaches the Earthans, they perceive no change. We don’t know how long this will take, but even with all this darkness, one thing is becoming clear: the taikon are going to take much longer than our past experiences with them have led us to believe.

Creating the Fruit of Gentleness

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Microstory 692: Discover Perjury

Replace Eido Kimena

While a small group of Fosteans were investigating the Amadesin threat from Earth, and the elites were discussing what we were going to do about it, the rest of the people in the galaxy were going about their day. In a sort of mundane, but still important, taikon prediction, we were charged with uncovering the truth about a court case. We had to find a witness, in apparently any Circuit of Truth, who had perjured themselves. These kind of incidents happen all the time in a galaxy of hundreds of billions of people. Though lying is not at all illegal, if discovered, it can delegitimize the ruling of a court case, so it’s important that they be found. For the last few days, lawyers, judges, and other impacted field representatives were searching for a case of perjury that might be worthy of being deemed the one foretold in the Book of Light. As the prior taikon were being rapidly realized, it was decided by the Highlightseers that they really just needed to accept whichever one came next. To this end, a group of arbitrators settled on a relatively recent case involving the theft, abduction, murder, and arson. A witness provided testimony claiming to have spotted one of the defendants purchasing the necessary fire accelerants and equipment at a supply shop located on the moon orbiting the planet where the offense took place. Though this defendant was proven to have participated in the other three offenses in question, the circuit had no choice but to free him from sentence of servitude, and return him to general society. Verifiers were unsure if this could be trusted as the true fulfillment of the ninety-second taikon, but before the were able to test it using the Ring of Law, they found their proof. As soon as bars of the released convict’s pending cell closed behind him, the stars in Fostea succumbed to the quantum darkness for a second time. But that was the least of our worries, for the darkness had secretly spread to other galaxies, moving completely undetected. Out of all stars in the Lactean galaxy, only Earth’s was spared this new quantum darkness, but that wouldn’t last. If we did not find a way to destroy this once and for all, every star in the Earthan sky would disappear with no explanation.

Quantum Darkness Survives and Spreads

Monday, October 16, 2017

Microstory 691: Replace Eido Kimena

Sneak Into Atlantis

The Saw of Kimena was little more than a symbol. Sure, Eido Kimena occasionally used it as a weapon, or as a tool for threats, but it did not possess any special properties. Some believe that Kimena kept it with her after noticing the other eidos carrying with them signature objects. As stated, she was the primary driving force in favor of seizing control of the sunken island of Atlantis, and ended up losing her saw there. One member of the group of mercenaries who went in to retrieve it was a man named Harvin Adricks, who was likely trying to prove himself worthy of being selected as the new eido. He’s not unlike Kimena, with a thirst for conquest, and a temper to match it. He was, shall we say, rather zealous while within the confines of the undersea civilization, and started breaking protocol to gain intelligence. Though against the mission, he was an unofficial leader in the merc team, trusted and loved by many of his teammates. He was able to convince them to try to gather information on how Atlantis operates, in case Fostea runs into issues with them later. They learned very little about the island nation, however, for in the attempt, they discovered a secret the Atlantians had only recently discovered themselves. Lactean representatives had been sent to Earth in a series of missions, ultimately finding out that the ancient Amadesins were still alive. Amadesis is an evil religion predicated upon control, servitude, and pure inequality. Though both Amadesis and Lightseed are founded on the concept of a cleansing light, the Amadesins use this light as a form of manipulation, determining who has the right to it, and who deserves to remain in darkness. If anything is the antithesis of Lightseed, Amadesis is most certainly it, and we would have been fiercely against them if we had existed during the same time periods. Well, as it turns out, that’s exactly what we are, for despite reports they the religion died out centuries ago, millions of them have been reported to be living in higher dimensions that can be accessed by Earth. Adricks was hastily named as new eido so that he could begin using his skills for what may be the greatest fight of any Lightseer’s life. All signs point to the logical speculation that Fostea is headed for intergalactic war.

Discover Perjury

Sunday, October 15, 2017

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: August 3, 2149

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Mateo National Park wasn’t the only thing named after him, but it was the largest, and it alone was too much. He didn’t love that they had done that, but he could see why they would feel the need to. After all, he was in the general vicinity when Leona saved the Petrovichi children’s lives. She had it best—or worst—here, depending on who you asked. Leonte was an entire continent, of which there were many regions, each with some other variation of Leona’s names. He learned that even his once-mother, Aura had somewhere named for her. Lorania was the island he and Xearea were stranded on for awhile with violent immortal, Ambrosios, and Marcy’s mother, Aldona.
He woke up alone the next year in the penthouse of LIR Towers, which no one in the history of this civilization had ever utilized. It was designated exclusively for Mateo, and any of his compatriots. After some time admiring the beautiful view of the city, he put on his clothes and opened the door to the common area. Lincoln was eating his breakfast, and staring out the window as well. Everyone else had apparently begun their day.
“What’s out there?” Mateo asked.
“You can see the sign for this place in the reflection of the building across from it,” Lincoln began to explain.
“Yeah...?”
“I’m honored they named it after me,” he said, pointing to said reflection with the end of his spoon. “It’s just made me realize that my initials could be pronounced as the word liar.”
Mateo tried to stifle a laugh.
“It’s not funny.”
“Well, you are a liar.”
Lincoln smiled, and had to agree. There was a huge secret between them, which they weren’t even allowed to discuss amongst themselves. Who knows what else Lincoln knew that he could tell no one about? He was probably fully aware how this whole expiation mess would turn out. “They tell me you met Catalina.”
“We did. You remember her?”
“How could I forget? She’s my ex-girlfriend.”
“She didn’t describe it that way.”
“Yeah, she doesn’t know.” Upon seeing Mateo’s confusion, Lincoln realized he needed to clear things up. “We dated in the reality where Horace and Leona were married, and then also in the one where he goes back and changes things; the one you’re from.”
“Oh.”
“We broke up just before my point of divergence. When you went back in time and killed Hitler, it created a reality where I decided to just never date her in the first place. In fact, I avoided her in high school. I ended up running into her when her brother was in some trouble, but only accidentally. I never meant to get involved.”
Mateo nodded politely.
“What is it, Matty?” Lincoln pushed knowingly.
“You remember her from a reality that you never experienced.”
“No, I didn’t technically experience it, but...we’ve been through this.”
“We have, but...” Mateo hesitated. “I’ve never really asked you anything. I don’t mean about how your power works, but for actual insight.”
“You wanna know the future,” he stated.
“I do, and I don’t. If knowing will make things worse, then I don’t. If I can’t prevent something bad from happening, then I don’t.”
“Sounds like you just don’t want the truth, full stop.”
“Did you know about the mainlands? Did you know this was a bustling planet?”
“I did, yes.”
“Do you know about the next car wreck that happens somewhere down there?” He gestured to the streets below them.
“I do.”
“How long?”
He simply placed his open hand up, then lowered the fingers one by one until they were gone, indicating a countdown.
“Does it hurt? Seeing all of that, all at once?”
“I don’t see it all at once. I can just see it. Imagine that the universe—all of time and space—is a giant cosmic painting. Most people can only see their tiny little section. I can step back and see the whole thing, or I can zoom in on some other section. Most of the time I just focus on my own brushstrokes, though. I’ve expanded my purview in recent years, for the sake of our friends, but I still don’t see that much. Not if I don’t want to.”
“What do you see right now?”
“Do you recognize this building?” he posed.
“No, should I?”
Lincoln moved his gaze around the room. “Of course it wasn’t this room, but it had similar design features.”
“What did?”
“Horace and Paige. They live here, a few stories below us. I believe they weren’t allowed to tell you at the wedding. You were probably meant to believe they were living on Earth.”
“Why would Arcadia want me to think that?”
“I dunno, she thinks your sensitive.”
Mateo inhaled and exhaled deeply. “She’s right.” After a pause, he continued, “does that mean she won’t let me see them?”
He started nodding; lightly, but unceasingly, like James Spader.
“Is that a yes?”
“Let’s just say...if you asked Darko whether he would want to see them too, he wouldn’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well, why w—?” Oh, crap. “Are you telling me that she tore them out of time?”
He nodded again, this time more deliberately.
“She promised she wouldn’t. And she’s not much for lying.”
“She promised she wouldn’t tear them apart. They’re both gone, so neither one can miss the other.”
“When did she do this?”
“Yesterday midnight central,” Lincoln answered.
“She’s not letting me complete an expiation for them? That would be a lie.”
“I don’t claim to know her rationality, or her intentions.”
“But you know how this ends. You know whether I get them back or not.”
He sort of cringed, searching for the best response. “Let’s stick with the painting metaphor. What Arcadia does to the timestream is complicated. She paints over reality with something new. If you look real close, you can see that it’s changed. Rather, I can see, but that doesn’t mean I can see what’s behind it.”
“Arcadia, come here now,” Mateo prayed.
She appeared in kitchen, already in the middle of preparing a meal, as if she had been there the whole time. “You two broke the rules. You’re not supposed to be talkin’ about this stuff.”
Mateo got up and took her by the arm, ushering her away from the foodstuff. “I cannot deal..with another villain..peacocking their power over me..by cooking or eating.”
“Fair enough.” She followed with zero resistance.
“What have you done to my friends?”
“I did what I do. I took them out of time.”
“Why? You’re not even giving me a chance to get them back. What’s the point?”
“There is no point. If I don’t take someone out of time at least ever few years, I will surely die.”
“Hell you tryna say to me?” he asked angrily.
“I’m kidding. They were bugging me, so I dismissed them. What’s the big deal?”
“Arcadia, you can’t just get rid of people you don’t like. That’s...cruel. It’s mean.”
“I look like an angel to you?”
“A little bit.”
“Well, that’s very kind, but I wasn’t raised by a lovely couple who don’t think twice about adopting a random little boy whose mother isn’t all there. I wasn’t raised by anyone, I was just created. So what do you want from me? What do you expect me to do, Mateo? Be a decent human being? Bitch, I don’t know what that looks like.”
“I think you do. I think you’ve seen enough of the goodness in others to at least emulate it. You’re just not trying hard enough.”
“If it makes you feel any better, you won’t be required to complete an expiation. Once these are done, whether you succeed in them all or not, I’ll bring ‘em back alive.”
“It doesn’t make me feel better.”
“Well, I can’t control everything. I’m trying to give you a nice honeymoon, and you’re wasting it by holding secret conversations with this guy. Where is your wife, do you even know?”
“She’s an independent woman who’s free to explore the world on her own.”
“How modern of you.”
“My relationship with my wife is none of your goddamn business. I appreciate  that you believe giving us this bastardization of a honeymoon is the right thing to do, but it’s just as much of a violation as it was to force us to get married. I don’t see why you’re so invested in us.”
“I wanted to give you a gift before I had to take it away.”
“What are you taking away?”
“Leona!” she screamed. “Leona and Serif. Did you think they were exempt from this? Out of everybody, Dar’cy is the only one I can’t corrupt, which makes Leona fair game. I hadn’t intended to remove Serif, but once she started existing...” she gave Lincoln the stink eye, “suddenly I could take her from you too.”
“I didn’t think I would have to actually tell you, because I figured you would enjoy your time with her while you still had it. But come 2151, she’s gone. They both are, and their expiation will be the worst. It will hurt the most, and you will be at risk of failure to a higher degree than you’ve known. I brought you to the Dardieti mainlands so you would have three final days with her. I suggest you don’t waste the two and a half you have left.”
Mateo moved closer so his face was right in hers, wanting to hit a woman for the first time in his life. Instead, he slammed his fist on the breakfast table hard enough to break at least a couple bones. In a chilling voice, he simply said, “fuck you.”

Saturday, October 14, 2017

The Mystery of Springfield, Kansas: Chapter Four

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As part of my research into Analion, which is this window manufacturing company I’ve never heard of, I look at their website. I have lots of different windows open at the same time, and I’m multitasking, because sometimes that’s just how I work. I stop everything else I’m doing, however, when I find a picture of all the Vice Presidents, because I recognize every single one of them. They’re the kids who disappeared at the same time as Rothko Ladhiffe. They’re a little older now, so they don’t look exactly the same, but it is undoubtedly them. I just can’t believe it. I should have kept better track of them, but I was just so obsessed with protecting Springfield, so everything beyond its borders seemed irrelevant. So not only did they stick together, but they formed a company. I don’t recognize the President, or the Executive Vice President, though. Either the two of them are even more powerful than these kids, or there’s some other reason they’re not just in control of the place themselves.
Regardless of whether there’s a mystical artifact in the President’s office, I need answers, and it’s about goddamn time that these vice presidents give it to me. I rush out of the coffee shop to jump in my car, only then remembering that I don’t bloody have one. I barely got to Topeka, but now I have to figure out how to get out of it. That will be next to impossible, because I don’t have an identity anymore either. Though I was outside the boundaries of Springfield when it made its final descent into the void, I had no life elsewhere. I’ve tried getting back to my bank account, and the like, but they’ve been erased. I might as well have never been born. Completely out of options, I just start walking. I don’t plan on getting all the way there like this, but maybe I can bum another ride from a nice man in a truck.
No truck, but a man does approach me after a half hour of wandering on the streets. “Kallias Bran?”
“Huh?”
“Is your name Detective Kallias Bran?”
I just stand there in shock. Who the hell is this guy? “Yeah?”
“I’ve got somethin’ for you.”
I instinctively place my hand at my hip, readying my sidearm.
The stranger pulls an envelope from his coat pocket.
“What’s this?”
“Money.”
“Money? Why are you giving me money?”
His face betrays some slight level of horror. “Wait, I did this wrong. I totally messed up my line. I’m supposed to call it a letter. We need to go back and try again.”
He snaps his finger and disappears. I revert back to the position I was in just before he showed up, as does everyone around me. He’s just reset time.
He walks up again. “Kallias Bran?”
“We’re not gonna try it again. Just tell me what the money’s for.”
He looks surprised. “You remember that? But...but, I reset time.”
“Yeah, I’m immune to some of those things,” I explain to him, not fully understanding it myself. “What do you want?”
“Ah crap. It was this whole bit. It’s not raining, though, so I don’t know why we were trying.”
“What in God’s name are you talking about?”
“The money is just for you, to spend as needed. We are aware that you are in a bind, and require transport to Kansas City. I am not authorized to transport you myself, but this should be enough.”
I look through the envelope he hands me for the second time, and thumb it open. “There’s, like, thirty thousand dollars in here.”
“There is?” he asks, still just as surprised as maybe he always is. “Oh, here ya go.”
He flicks the envelope with his finger, which causes a second envelope to magically appear just under the first one. He does it two more times, and I nearly drop them all on the ground.
“I don’t need a hundred and twenty thousand dollars either.”
“Oh, that’s only a hundred twenty? I’m not great at math.” He tries to flick them again.
“No, no, no. That’s quite all right. I would just like to know who you are, and why you care what I do?”
“Have you ever heard of a deus ex machina? God in the machine?”
“Yeah...” I say, because I sorta remember that from High School English class.
He smiles and tips his hat. “Sometimes the machine breaks down. I’m The Repairman.” Then he disappears, leaving in his place a greenish bag.
I open the bag, but close it quickly. Of course, it’s more money; at least a million, probably closer to two. A little note is safety pinned to the handle. As I read with my eyes, I can hear an actual real-life narration in my head. “We have reviewed your case, and determined that about twenty-six years have been stolen from your life. Though we cannot fully repair the damage caused by the temporal anomaly, we hope these funds will sufficiently compensate for any loss in wealth that you should be enjoying from those years of hard work.” There’s a post-script on the back. “Do not spend any of this on a bus ticket. You have a magic door knob that can cross into other dimensions.
I don’t spend the money on a bus, but I do figure out how to command the Escher Knob to take me to the Kansas City bus station. Here I stash the cash in a locker since I don’t really have anywhere else. I try to get the knob to take me to the upper levels of Analion Tower, but it won’t do it. I pull up the memory of the pictures I saw of the building from their website. D’uh, I can’t magically teleport myself in there. The building itself was constructed into the shape of a cylicone, which is the same technology used to make the Escher Knob work. It’s basically warded against unauthorized entry, like a giant safehouse. When you can manipulate time to the degree the kids I know from Springfield, you’re bound to form an enemy or two, so it’s no surprise they sought protection. They can’t hide from me, though. I simply pull up a trusty map of the city, and Knob to the closest building. Then I just walk.
I get into the lobby, but security won’t let me by, because what reason would they have to do so? I could have all the money in the world, but I would still be nobody. As grateful as I am to that Repairman, and whoever he may be working with, I would have been happy with just a driver’s license. I leave the lobby and sit down on a bench next to a lavish water fountain. I open my bag and examine my resources. Okay, I already know the knob won’t work. I don’t know exactly what the HG Goggles do, but probably nothing useful right now. What I could really use is some psychic paper, but all I got is this half-empty pack of gum, a broken shoestring I’ve been meaning to toss, and the Rothko Torch. Oh and my gun and badge, but I don’t really wanna do that, because what if they look close and try to figure out what Springfield, Kansas is? Plus, I have no official business with the vice presidents, and whether I’m a real law enforcement officer or not, I still respect the badge, and I refuse to abuse its power.
So it looks like we’re back to the flashlight, with its indeterminate power. If the building is cylicone, then time magic should work while inside it, just maybe not against it. From what I’ve learned about these objects, along with other crazy things I’ve encountered throughout most of my adult life, is that you have to be creative, but also remember what things seem to be. The goggles don’t have the power to paint the future, because goggles aren’t a tool for painting. You would need a cylicone paintbrush for that, if such a thing exists. A normal flashlight is used for one thing; to shine light. You can use it to illuminate your path, or it can brighten your surroundings to find something. Or it can be a beacon.
I stride back into the lobby, giving off the impression that I am up to no good, which isn’t what I was going for, but whatever. A security guard standing guard in the corner approaches from the corner of my eye to corner me for security. Before she, or the receptionist, can get anywhere near me, I raise the Rothko Torch up in the air, pointing it towards the top of the giant atrium that runs all the way up. I flip it on, and suddenly feel the light pulling me upwards, like an alien abductee—oh, I’m sorry...an experiencer.
“We got the message.”
I’m standing in a conference room of some kind. At least that’s what it looks like it’s going to be, once they finish construction. Apparently the building isn’t quite ready for prime time, despite being in full use. “Ishimaru,” I say to the one woman in the room with me.
“Hello, detective,” she says.
“You don’t call, you don’t write, you don’t teleport in and get me up to speed. What the hell is this place, Yatchiko?”
She looks at the walls in a more general sense. “A failed experiment.”
“What were you trying to do?”
“Save the world,” she answers.
“From a window company?”
“The company was just the beginning. Is the beginning,” she corrects herself.
“Forgive me,” I say to her, “I’ve forgotten what your power was. Are you the one who can read minds, or whatever?”
“No. I can change time. Move things around.”
“I read the literature. The company’s older than you.”
“No, it’s not. I just make people think that.”
“I need your help. I need to find Springfield. I hear you have some kind of astrolabe?”
The word seems to smell bad to her. “I know what you’re talking about. It is not here.”
“Well, I read—”
“Then what you read was fake news,” she interrupted. “The astrolabe couldn’t be further from Analion Tower. I would never let it within these walls.”
“Then what good are you?” I ask callously.
“I’m not,” she says as profound truth.
I let me breath go, realizing only then that I’ve been holding it for however long.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t help.”
“Please. I’m desperate. If there are survivors, and they’re lost, or hurt, somewhere, they need my help.”
“Sometimes we help people in ways they don’t want, but instead need. You want to find your missing town, but you need purpose. You’ve lost that, but I can get it back.”
“Whatever you’re about to do...don’t do it.”
She smiled coolly. “It’s done.”
I start to feel drowsy, and then I’m drifting down towards the floor, or maybe my bed. When I wake up, I’m a retired former detective of the Kansas City Police Department.

Friday, October 13, 2017

Microstory 690: Sneak Into Atlantis

Recognition of the Resurrection


Millennia before our ancestors arrived at their waypoint, Earth, our ancestors’ ancestors came first. The first of them were sent there in an ancient science experiment that went wrong, but they would not be the only ones. Over the years, more of them arrived, along with people from more distant planets. Meanwhile, the outsider population continued their species, and grew on their own. Even after recreating the technology to return to their homeworlds, many chose not to, because Earth was now their home. There is a literally universal mandate that states no non-Earthan may interfere with an Earthan. Lactea has had a history of disparate cultures encountering each other, and sharing their knowledge. This is not allowed when it comes to the Earthan humans, and as much as we detest the galaxy of Lactea’s way of life, it is a rule that we respect as well. We found temporary ways of protecting our presence on Earth from its natives, but our predecessors came up with a more permanent solution. They sunk the island they had settled on into the sea, keeping the waters at bay using telekinesis. Though rumors of their conspiracy remain, people on modern day Earth typically believe either that these Atlantians have died out, or simply never existed in the first place. When our people showed up on the planet, they uncovered the location of Atlantis, and made contact. Their island, though not the largest by any means, was also not particularly small. It would have taken some doing, but our then population could have fit entirely within the confines of Atlantis. And some of us wanted just that. Of course now we realize how ridiculous and idea that was, because of how our numbers have increased since then. Why, we would have needed to live in artificial dimensions, and even then, we probably couldn’t all live there without alerting Earthans to our presence. Still, Eido Kimena felt differently, and she fought against the native Atlantians, urging them to either share their undersea kingdom, or leave. Though she ultimately came to Fostea in an exodus ship, she spent more time in Atlantis than anyone. Before she left, an Atlantian—or possibly a group of them—stole from her what we now call The Saw of Kimena. A brave group of mercenaries were sent to infiltrate Atlantis, and retrieve the artifact so it can later be bequested to Eido Kimena’s replacement. They did this with very little pushback. Apparently, even though the Atlantians were keeping the saw in a museum, they did not care all that much about it being stolen back. What the mercenary thieves found while there, however, was something more terrible than any of us could have imagined...

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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Microstory 689: Recognition of the Resurrection

Force of Faith

The new force of Faith could not have come at a more opportune time. A special subsection of the verifiers were tasked with determining whether the resurrected Sacred Savior was truly what he was purported to be. They have been working on this ever since he first returned. They held discussions—some private, some with audiences. They consulted with scientists and other experts. They referred back to the Book of Light, Sotiren Zahir’s personal memoirs, and other related literature, like the Book of Ivanka. They interviewed the resurrected one several times, and monitored how he behaved under uncontrolled conditions. Though they kept the details secret, they did recently reveal to the public that they were only marginally closer to an answer than they were when they first began. A few of today’s recent events started turning the tables on their progress, however. Firstly, we learned that the resurrected one traveled from a planet called Shalda, to a planet called Mubhir, during the darkness. The star that Shalda orbits was the first to be cleansed of the quantum darkness, and Mubhir’s was the last. Though we still have no real idea how it is that the darkness was abated, we take this as a divine signal that we should fully trust him. While the Ring of Law seems generally incapable of verifying taikon which have already been accepted as canon, it tested positive upon exposure to the resurrected. This seems like pretty conclusive evidence that we have not somehow been tricked by the Darkness, or some other opposing force. Furthermore, the special council of verifiers sort of laid out a tentative time limit for themselves, expecting to have an answer by this very day. It would seem like nothing could stop the resurrected from being officially recognized as the true Sacred Savior, but it was the Book of Marsali that really sold it to the verifiers, the Highlighters, the Lucidares, and common Lightseers across the galaxy. Marsali reminded us that faith is still faith, and that no amount of proof is strong enough to tear it down. Though the Book of Light warns us of trusting false idols, we must also remember the guidance of the Light of Truth. We must rely on the belief that it will protect us against evil. So this is what we have done. The verifiers released a statement today, confirming that the man we thought to be the Sacred Savior, Sotiren Zahir, was exactly what he appears to be: our hope.

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