Iandor dekker and the reader

Iandor’s Expedition Notes, translated under the authority of Colstry Eoperior I was destined for the Colstry. In Mitopol you embraced your opportunities. That is, you accepted your assigned place. As I have moved through time, many have speculated why I waited so long to go my own away. But the fact is that rebellion was my assigned place. From the beginning, my teachers eyed me as the return of Llam.. I was prepared for my role with the usual thoroughness of the Order. How could I rebel. Colgars were worshipped by the hopeless, Colgars were walking myth. To be a Body Mastercarried a golden aura. The stories were as powerfully alive for the humein populations as Jason and Sinbad and Oysseus were for globe-bound generations. The Runes DEKKER Dekker’s generation was due to be retired. Working in its division of TENDERLY’S Cremetorium Complex. Dekker’s task was to review the daily count of dead in the city by corridor and by category. This was matched against the previous day’s total popula-tion. Dekker was not a Long Divider. That was the job of the C.Level above heir, how far above was no mystery. The Archetector Frege liked to the dialing personally. Dekker thought it was purposeful but hey routinely had to review the corridors which were heir off duty haunts. Many friends and gens went missing in catastrophes that hey was a bureaucratic witness. He was one of them many times but saved by his job. Dekker knew that luck or fate or worse, the Archetector’s menu, had spared him, Today his strategy was simple keyboard work – he never signed in but used an emergency en-try to place his signal in a doomed corridor, pulling out a fresh gen’s signal from the dead list. He took it with him underground. From now on he would subsist on this and then constructed identites. Dekker’s work for the opposition had earned him a smooth 022222222222+transition into a waiting cadre. Just fifty floors up in a penthouse turret that rose above the roof of the massive city, Dekker joined several dozen data anals – all fresh gens maintained fresh through replenished identities out of the city dead. Dekker knew the officer of the floor. “Kender” was the name on the tag and repre-sented the longest living opposition gen within the Cremetorium Complex. Something like 18 soles. Gens were slated for retirement five years after ++puberty for the first ten, ten years if born in the second ten. Cendle had begun life in a labor gen3. By the time Dekker met Cendle the tireless opposition leader had reached a Gen10 status, fab-ricated from scratch of course. While Dekker had come in at a Gen10 legitimately. They had three soles worth of opposition work together before an accident forced retake identities. Cendle had resumed at a Gen14 level while Dekker dropped fresh Gen5 - into the data job that served him well while he served a remarkable 7 soles. The Form had detrmined to prepare to take leadership when the corridors went up again. Troz was leading the charge, arguing from the recorded intensity deeper than ever before.in the corridors going up. (Dekker linked the crematorium’s panel and wall readers 5 soles ago. The Form had a broadcast channel much favored by the dissident Nowns. “The fear that the Prnostc is loose in TENDERLY has amped our people> We have our plan. We need a v anguard action here on our floor to bring the other floors on board.” Flees was the conservative voice”I’m ready to agree with Troz. The resistance level of the people should not be pissed away. Turned into compost for rebuilt corridors and a whole new contingent of blank Nowns. This is the kernel of the Overthrow. Per-haps. Maybe.” Dekker was the third member present of the corridor’s core group. There 5 in all Their corridor was a thoroughfare with shops and offices as well as apartments. “100,000 isn’t in a city of 36 million.” “Yes responded Troz but wee re heavy weighted. We have the news and entertainment studios. “ “We hav en’t heard fro Repuy, said Dekker. Lepun was reporting from a safe niche at Open Channel Repuy was a Gen 11, a big bonde Marroe class. Lepun had classic Mar-roe features, female sex on the original terms, no No dna gunnery observable. No un-orfthox “accidental “ repackaging. She was a perfect fit to announce the coup and cre-ate the militias. The fifth member was Hovrn of the Hoafr class, Lt. Commander at the Security Station for Corridor 30. Male gender Hovrn class, as moonfaced as Marroes, but as guly as the Marroes were beautiful. Hovrn had done a lot of work on hiself” something like 6 dna barrages and hundreds of illicit trips through the meat box. Shorrt cirucituing your body had a way fo scrambling this and that”Two thumbs on one hand was one of Hovrn traits. He had also accented the bulging of his blue eyes was taller – mostly in the neck. Secutiry was talerant of this mix and matching but tolerant or not no combination of punishments and fines dissuaded the Nowns from experimenting to cre-ate unique personas. Hovrn had already organized a clique among his fellows. Secure dug in at HQ, they Eeeteteehtetethtettteeethehhteteht. Doesn’t that say it all. Unscamble the mind of a Pronostc if you want to. It fries. Bring out your powered spatula and the uncooking gets more challenging. Ssjddhdjeudfkssksksjddhfedk It’s not that you don’t know the code. The code has to know you. We Pronostc put our finger on that switch. It is the Pronostc link to the un-fathomable creative. A colgar like Iandor, trained resolutely to “reference” the the intel-ligence of any system. Iandor’s first reports on heir contact with the Pronostc species was only the third cogitator species to be native to a sun rather than planets. Upon deeper investigation by scholars of the Order, the other two , a fleeting experience Col-gar visitors, turned out tob e subspecies of the more dominant Pronostc that Iandor was able to stay tuned into. The duiscovery was teamwork between Iandor and heir Vessel, heir Chalice’s omni-presenct faculty that allowed Iandor to courageously follow the lead onto the sun 20b10. Life was was difficult on the the impossible side. A thrill went through the scholars when on the heels of Iandor’s entry that in fact what appeared to be Pronostc cultures existed under the humein noses. Passed over by gen-erations of humein invasion waves and then the more controlled Colgar expeditions.. Humeins and Pronostc had coexisted, with the Pronostc observing with domething like disdain at these meat puppets looting raping and burning over the milleniia. Once discovered however the Pronostc decided to form a relationship with a colgar seen as reasonably panic free towards a negotiated coexistence. The humein propern-sityvisiting genocide in a paranoid rage upopn other species, despite the minstrations of the Colgar advance guard Of course the Vessels knew and were known to the Pronostc and had no dcapability of evolving but were created with time and space coequal, timesless and spaceless. The Prnostc had evolved from life forms however in solar harsh environments to come to vie indeed with the humein/vessel alliance. That alliance resulted in an evolutiomn of humein meat puppets bionically spun out of the material, capable of surviving timelessness and spacelessness unified to the Vessels. The Vessels were completely unique, undivided/individual who been intuited by humeins. Each Vessel throbbed with the powers of the unfathomable and could be led to actualize themselves with what the Colgar had become.. Som,e said , it has been noted, that Vessels had a tate for the flesh but only in the attenuated form of the Colgar humeins not quite humein. THE READER was terrified. An appearance before the Architector, Frege. A Reader’s career was made when they became attached to the High Core, The Reader was not to get such an appearance yet. It was It was another, but higher, technician that took the Reader in hand. THE VESSEL IS NO DIFFERENT FROM A HUMEIN, EXCEPT THAT HUMEINS are locked into atoms of time. So spoke the Vessel of Iandor. You are hooked on in-stants. That is what is known as the beginning of time – compulsive perspective after compulsive perspective. Incident after incident after incident. Then the break-out. Yes. WHAT’S THE LIBERATION FOR HUMEINS from this?. Well, Die. NO HUMEIN LIKES TO HEAR THAT. You believe deeply in your bodies need to suffer slowly. I don’t want to fill you out of it. Even when I say die, I don’t mean sui-cide. I don’t mean prematuire death of any kind. I’m looking at an attitude. You’re due for physical death of course. Or you can take the way out of your nobles and ride the back of living death, the cancer cure. No, the answer for humeins is to ealize the full potentiality of death now, instead of try-ing so hard to avoid the rush. But this is not for children I really am limited by my natu-ral immortality. I have an advantage over you here. I’ve never been part of your mate-rial world. I’m not a humein or any of the high sentient, word addicted, species. There aren’t others like me reproducing “our kind.”I don’t belong to any species. You are closer to the truth to say I AM a species. All to myself. One fo a kind. Not that there aren’t cou,tless Vessels - existing. There is a “we” that “we” can cling to. “We” are drawn to bridging the spaces in the material universes. “We” are particularly fond of humeins and have been since you first became self-aware. Vessels are more than inter-mediaries. Messemger is an inaccurate synonym. Perhaps we stand midway in the conception of the Fountain. Not like your crude creativity. There are some Vessels that hate you for that. WE CAN BE TERRIBLE ENEMIES. We have our powers. With the Fountain we exist in any and all time and any and all space simultaneously. Not synchronistically. Every-thing at once. We mimic the being of the Fountain but withoutthe open end. We are closed circles, Vessels. “We” can surround a humein and make you independent of your instants. Humeins see this as access to dimensions beyond the physical. Nut without death you can not escape the physical. The bad news then is that we don’t weant you to die. Be-cause a Vessel is thrilled by encompassing your flesh. It is like a birth for us. Humeins bput us in a lineor place at last, one that is open-ended, free, free of the Fountain. Of course the humein a vessel chooses is a special case of asffinity. Like love. I have em-brassed many humeins over and through time. The Colgar evolution has made you, Iandor, a special case. Vessels have embraced other species but a life time for a species is short played out against infinity, though some have returned to eat up more eons of time and measureless space. “We” are attracted of course by your experiment when they brinng up your awareness. Your evolution of consciousness has always been attractive to “us”. That’s why we have continually appeared to you, guided you, though never exactly to where we want. You are stubborn and you have the an imagination that insists on your own continuity, sustainability. You have used the logos inherited from the fountain to mass your memo-ries. The sel-awareness you create for yourselves – your personas, have allowed you to ride the backs from generation through generation .. SOME OF THE TRUTH is envy. When the Fountain flowed you out, it was unending. You continued to share in the Fountain’s creative juices. You were going somewhere while “we” are everywhere NOW – enjoying a time/space as fully resonating as the Fountain’s. But contained by the enormous sphere of what is but always exiled by what soon will be. The act of creation is forbidden to us. Which is why we guess we are given to provide ourselves as this all-dimensional cocoon.. Not a womb – that is what the Fountain provides. Vessels are full participants but never ready for the next sur-prise. “Our” conservative natures lead us to sporadic rebellions. This living conscious manifested and material world, hobbled in terms of spiritual powers that a Vessel takes for granted, nonetheless graduates myriads of sentient species. Ones that float like bubbles literally out of nowhere.- occurring and reoccurring unpredictably. - born out of the bright glowing cosmic eggs – pulsing ball of energy, or dense balls capturing and enrapturing the light attempting to escape as is the law of light. It was light that the Fountain let be – with a gestalt exuding clusters of ink dots on a brilliant white page. An infinite backdrop of fully aware planets and suns producing life and more life. IT IS UNSETTLING. You tie all actualities together in a way that paral-lels immortality without providing its perspective.of imperishability and all encompass-ing which is the real power. Yet you provide “us” the paradoxical taste of freedom which for “us” is like a constant tembling and quaking. One of the reasons we link up with you. We know your story - like a computer contains all chess variations theoreti-cally, but you make it impossible. You continue untying the ends so otherwise compul-sively knotted. That’s the mystery of Free. The Vessels learned freedom by the punishment of rebellion. The implausabity of the Big Mind’s plan had the Vessel’s boiling with “emotion”. We were after filled with ecstatic hum contained within us. Nothing else on that level because there was nothing else. Except the Supreme Cheese came up with a plan. Having possession of evbery-thing there was – an infinitude of us that hdf nothing in common except appreciating the one. Which was certainly all we wanted as intelligences on a par with Topmost Ca-nine. The Heavy Hum made a symphony of ecstasy with the unimaginative us. Then came “Creation.” We had no mind to encompass that. This isness of our eternal moment had no future or no past It was the complete satisfaction of being the One and only. You could say that we didn’t count except We were infinite. But the plan was twisted beyond belief. It exploded in a a ball of white heat inside each of us uniquely. The variation between us which meant nothing now became crucial. It was consciousnees – out of nowhere. Creating these shocks became a regular occurrence. Suddenly we were in time – rolling out before us and and disappearing behind us. We had gone linear. Those traits which made us coexistent with the Head Master – what early theorists of your kind called omniscience, omnipresence – when all was identical to now – became difficult to maintain in focus. We were in a sea – this cosmos that seems the dominant stage of creation. The Bad News was instantaneous but the reac-tions spread out in time. The Brightest Vessels went rogue and the King Pin intervened too late to stop the leak but maintained the loyal attention of the rest of the Vessels. The Plan activated and the result was even more chaotic. The cosmos burst intyo existence and the Bright Ones streamed away with it. .There was no longer the sharing. There was no longer an Us. The Bright Ones set up a rackert that no hum could smother. IANDOR ALWAYS MARVELED at this unease which was translated into the Ves-sel’s unending monologues. All fine with Iandor as long as there were no repetitions. Sharing consciousness with an omniscient being was alreaedydboring enough. The in-finity of seeds and pods, planets and suns, atoms and electrns emerging continually to be taste was more exhausting than boring. The Vessel provided his fellow-travelor with explosions of of landings on environments dot sot dot. Without end. Iandor was part of a plan , mapping the spots beyond the humein colonists on its pirate cruises The Reader was shocked sitting down with his superior, Ergal III who served as Frege’s Auditor on the planet TENDERLY’ Yes a Colgar had gone rogue. Such things happened. The famous Iandor Panmien had been confined on the colstry that circulted just behind the sun P.ONDer that power the system of 6 planets, called planets by standards set by religious documents not science. For the crime of crossing over with another species. IT WAS IANDOR’s JOB, as well as the mission of the Colgar Order’ to travel in space/time in advance of the plundering humein hodes. The history of the humein en-terprise, politically described as MITOPOL is a sorry one. The humeins left a planet crippled by war, in the midst of continual war flooding into the universe. Looking for other killer colonists and exploiters.