'Man must divine himself from his "soul" and, in turn, set his
soul free to divinity.'
"You
concern me with you listless silences"
"Erm... how? It is just a moment to reflect without the mere spoils of sound, nothing beats a little... spiritual naja haja"
"Because I concerned with all of this paraphrasing by definition work you do concerning our 'darker' manuscripts, and the preciseness you strive for in syntax."
"Well... there is the blight against the written word among our relations, and the barriers it seems are weak. Of course there is need for concern."
Eye balls now in complete glower of a feral intensity,"How many legends have there been, finishing with the bard, storyteller or author vanishing, never to be seen or heard from again..."
"It is what it is!"...
"Mam! It wasn't all that long ago it happened to one of our own research team." Spoke the lab-tech assistant with a receding, "hairless" head, the Norian male with no facial visage and parched thin lips, smirked at this unrefined morsel of education. Then, the puny 5'6 quantum-mechanic of prominent excellence and distinction; a 'Proletarian' folkloresque no less, though classed as a nerd who enjoyed adding his two-cents worth of verbiage...
"If you imply that the self-styled 'Dr.G,Schzult', the Ayenian profanitist who, with his cluster-fuck of supporters, venerated Sa'zsthishog-Yg’ke? This 'unknown' who... mind you, not even the Prisci give permission for it to be spoken let alone remembered! Then to sell that knowledge as a fictional carnival or presented as the Elder Gods and Oddity Calender of the year-- all for personal gain!...I do it for those who can't translate the original language, whose own monks, mages and priests can't interpret it or haven't learned the required elements of the diverse and various segments of the transcripts, so that perhaps in some spark of wisdom and growing a clue we may get our philosophy a little more sacred with wisdom."
"Erm... how? It is just a moment to reflect without the mere spoils of sound, nothing beats a little... spiritual naja haja"
"Because I concerned with all of this paraphrasing by definition work you do concerning our 'darker' manuscripts, and the preciseness you strive for in syntax."
"Well... there is the blight against the written word among our relations, and the barriers it seems are weak. Of course there is need for concern."
Eye balls now in complete glower of a feral intensity,"How many legends have there been, finishing with the bard, storyteller or author vanishing, never to be seen or heard from again..."
"It is what it is!"...
"Mam! It wasn't all that long ago it happened to one of our own research team." Spoke the lab-tech assistant with a receding, "hairless" head, the Norian male with no facial visage and parched thin lips, smirked at this unrefined morsel of education. Then, the puny 5'6 quantum-mechanic of prominent excellence and distinction; a 'Proletarian' folkloresque no less, though classed as a nerd who enjoyed adding his two-cents worth of verbiage...
"If you imply that the self-styled 'Dr.G,Schzult', the Ayenian profanitist who, with his cluster-fuck of supporters, venerated Sa'zsthishog-Yg’ke? This 'unknown' who... mind you, not even the Prisci give permission for it to be spoken let alone remembered! Then to sell that knowledge as a fictional carnival or presented as the Elder Gods and Oddity Calender of the year-- all for personal gain!...I do it for those who can't translate the original language, whose own monks, mages and priests can't interpret it or haven't learned the required elements of the diverse and various segments of the transcripts, so that perhaps in some spark of wisdom and growing a clue we may get our philosophy a little more sacred with wisdom."
Withdrawing the 'BLACK ARACNIDIA' data disk from the Ethereal Network-- its purpose unknown to any who cared to observe, "Your death makes a gesture to you, or if you catch a glimpse of it", visual gaze and observation moved past the tinted glass wall, out into the main examination floor and to the fluorescence marine-creature aquarium displayed in the middle part of the ornamental examination division of the knowledge bearing chamber. Positioned inside a titanium crater dome shaped holding tank where the unusual malachite-bice plexiglass container was located, bubbles aerating the brine-like water, to sustain life. Embryonic octopi-vibrissae organisms' thriving in mottled mass, pulsating with neon-electrical impulses or struggling against the mass to liberate before one engorged on the other with thrashing hectocotylus. Phallically hanging, fleshy fins, barbed suckers pressed firm against the clear surface, with their leathery arrow-head rears buoyant, the octopus-like head whose features are a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind tentacles with long, narrow wings behind. Moving then, away from the tanks and towards one of the massive filing cabinets flicking through the files with a click of long fingers against the plastic surfaces, one through the manuscripts of quantitative analysis, then gingerly selecting the LIBER OF THE TENEBRAE SAPIENTIA and the well worn copy of ERGODIC HYPOTHESIS AND TOPSORT MOTIONS OF SOCIAL ACTS ON HETEROGENEITY ZONES (her thesis works pertaining to the theological theory and belief that their 'divinity' is to be found in science not mumbo-jumbo rituals that had no link to a logical rationale of dedicated faith).
"Let him be destroyed in his leap by those unnameable,
unutterable and innumerable ...
there will come other horrible workers.
They will begin at the horizons where he has succumbed....."
–A.Rimbaud
unutterable and innumerable ...
there will come other horrible workers.
They will begin at the horizons where he has succumbed....."
–A.Rimbaud
A shrill sound bursting from the grid causing
feedback to pierce the air into the eardrums like a white hot acupuncture thin
needle and a shrill voice common to the beginnings of the 'are you feeling happy today, grab a Zen, pat a
hippy team-spirit broadcasts', for
morale, and nothing beats working in a 'happy' environment. Turning to look
upon one of the other lab-assistants who was looking over her shoulder with
great interest and received with a less than half impressed expression."Sigil Negation: Etheria Activcation" spoken promptly in a tone that was velvet like chocolate but colder
than ice "Damn
grids!". It was likely the alarms resounding was a simple
reaction to the instigation of infected systems. Long digits tapping across the
command console, entering the codes for the highest levels of clearance, and
labelling it as nothing but an error in the initial data activation.
"As I remember, Dr.Monroe is sending one of the Enlightened Ones, Caliluxe, a priest of the order, here."
"Affirmative!' I believe he is a bit of a....pharyngula fetishist!", the smirk broadening over saccahrne apertures, almost expecting the newly formed conversation to commence with 'Once Upon A Time', it caused a resplendent shimmer to glitter in her eyes. Perhaps it was the manner of the light shining and the angle of her face just as it was caught within; like astrological secrets cut on crystalline darkness.
"About establishing a society here within Ayenee, one of their absurd 'Abstruse Order of Spheres' centresWestern section. The sheep still mindlessly clinging to the past, followers of some obtuse spirit no one has heard of, seems idiotic is the IN fashion. However, in my ‘professional’ opinion really screwed it when it came to inter-species procreation, duplication and bio-transmutation of already shared, split and spliced gene sharing. To the extremity of tampering with nature’s own evolution to the point they cannot co-exist in "Ayenee" and even "Norian" society they are so revolting! Yeah! Great public relations there! But seriously, are they now just comprehending that if we all are going to announce and ultimately circulate all of our personal gods to successfully recuperate our deities' or salvage faith at least from an anthropologic viewpoint... of beings to be worshipped, who have a ‘rightful’ place on this planet, there needs to be some sort of infrastructure put into place, and a limit from the factual to the absurd?"
"No. They require our support to corroborate some form of cult here and provide aesthetic evidence of their petition for deific recognition."
"Why? The last I recalled the government had a quite noninterventionist policy toward the organizations of... and for lack of a better word or two, religious centres whose genesis are not entirely based in Ayenee. Though I transgress that we need to acknowledge our own 'native' God before we acknowledge those from other lands, they hold no relevance here." What was a concern, was that intentions and technical deliverance wouldn't be detected prior to the first sequence of activations, after all, fully disabling 'artificial intelligence' of vessels was no easy task. Then, in perfect unison the devices set for 'claiming space' that were currently [online] would simultaneously shut down and go [offline] as if due for maintenance which permitted a window for undetected invasion. Along with the sequences of codes constantly changing, so that no one code would work a second time, and even IF the sequence was discovered, the moment the first 'cracked' code was entered, the entire 'strand' would change. It was a highly developed virus-- the web constantly spinning to conceal the lethal design of 'the net'. The orb itself segregating and paralysing the 'AI', whilst also sending out ‘trip webs’ to ensnare any attempt of ‘correcting’ the malfunction—quite a genius obstruction... if the mastermind behind it, could pat herself on the back.
“However, the recent minister of religion is, silently, a strong enthusiast of the old ways of and considers newer and contemporary 'synthetic' religions and sightless troupes: of the blind leading the blind, to be disgraceful traitors. Very anti-those who gave essence to our star spawn beyond time ago...and, he fears disassociation to the old ways should these ‘foreign’ Gods be introduced, is as bad as allowing an invasive alien species into the country and saying “here, free smorgasbord. Needless to say, let us be thankful the being a heretic is still a burning offense.” Laughing to herself, for the sentiment of it, held greater meaning than the words spoken before it.
"As I remember, Dr.Monroe is sending one of the Enlightened Ones, Caliluxe, a priest of the order, here."
"Affirmative!' I believe he is a bit of a....pharyngula fetishist!", the smirk broadening over saccahrne apertures, almost expecting the newly formed conversation to commence with 'Once Upon A Time', it caused a resplendent shimmer to glitter in her eyes. Perhaps it was the manner of the light shining and the angle of her face just as it was caught within; like astrological secrets cut on crystalline darkness.
"About establishing a society here within Ayenee, one of their absurd 'Abstruse Order of Spheres' centresWestern section. The sheep still mindlessly clinging to the past, followers of some obtuse spirit no one has heard of, seems idiotic is the IN fashion. However, in my ‘professional’ opinion really screwed it when it came to inter-species procreation, duplication and bio-transmutation of already shared, split and spliced gene sharing. To the extremity of tampering with nature’s own evolution to the point they cannot co-exist in "Ayenee" and even "Norian" society they are so revolting! Yeah! Great public relations there! But seriously, are they now just comprehending that if we all are going to announce and ultimately circulate all of our personal gods to successfully recuperate our deities' or salvage faith at least from an anthropologic viewpoint... of beings to be worshipped, who have a ‘rightful’ place on this planet, there needs to be some sort of infrastructure put into place, and a limit from the factual to the absurd?"
"No. They require our support to corroborate some form of cult here and provide aesthetic evidence of their petition for deific recognition."
"Why? The last I recalled the government had a quite noninterventionist policy toward the organizations of... and for lack of a better word or two, religious centres whose genesis are not entirely based in Ayenee. Though I transgress that we need to acknowledge our own 'native' God before we acknowledge those from other lands, they hold no relevance here." What was a concern, was that intentions and technical deliverance wouldn't be detected prior to the first sequence of activations, after all, fully disabling 'artificial intelligence' of vessels was no easy task. Then, in perfect unison the devices set for 'claiming space' that were currently [online] would simultaneously shut down and go [offline] as if due for maintenance which permitted a window for undetected invasion. Along with the sequences of codes constantly changing, so that no one code would work a second time, and even IF the sequence was discovered, the moment the first 'cracked' code was entered, the entire 'strand' would change. It was a highly developed virus-- the web constantly spinning to conceal the lethal design of 'the net'. The orb itself segregating and paralysing the 'AI', whilst also sending out ‘trip webs’ to ensnare any attempt of ‘correcting’ the malfunction—quite a genius obstruction... if the mastermind behind it, could pat herself on the back.
“However, the recent minister of religion is, silently, a strong enthusiast of the old ways of and considers newer and contemporary 'synthetic' religions and sightless troupes: of the blind leading the blind, to be disgraceful traitors. Very anti-those who gave essence to our star spawn beyond time ago...and, he fears disassociation to the old ways should these ‘foreign’ Gods be introduced, is as bad as allowing an invasive alien species into the country and saying “here, free smorgasbord. Needless to say, let us be thankful the being a heretic is still a burning offense.” Laughing to herself, for the sentiment of it, held greater meaning than the words spoken before it.
“Even some
of the practices goes beyond that of common sense or socially accepted
behaviours. And I loosely term this as a prime example: the bursting of an
over-driven heart, the licking of crucified canine, serpentine tongues entwined while sexual
sucking choreography was performed with sliced off nipples and feed to octopi, psychopompian
dance partners, the ‘eggs’ which must be sucked to invoke 'Nigrum Draco'. It’s
a barbaric ceremony... but, it’s tradition" such delightful things humanity achieved. "So let us drink to that on the passing
hours!!", locking onto the files within hands and the data
disc in her hand.
For another moment of silence, Satrina continued on, cold in reflections, "The Silent Ones maintain we must serve them and their wishes ... Ayenee is primitive compared to their great civilization...long before they 'climbed out of the oceans' and buried themselves into the sand... and all that other semi-quasi faery stuff'. We however, are descended from the stars. They claim a superior relationship to us because of some past connection between ruined temples and a pile of rocks... a great deal upstairs, if you know what I mean." A slender brow arching towards the notion of thought and statement, perhaps something she had not considered before?
Tacitly shrugging... then stating with a matter-of-fact vocal tone with sardonic cynicism, "Mind you, most though Great Civilization have sank! This pile of rock and rubble, is no different"
For another moment of silence, Satrina continued on, cold in reflections, "The Silent Ones maintain we must serve them and their wishes ... Ayenee is primitive compared to their great civilization...long before they 'climbed out of the oceans' and buried themselves into the sand... and all that other semi-quasi faery stuff'. We however, are descended from the stars. They claim a superior relationship to us because of some past connection between ruined temples and a pile of rocks... a great deal upstairs, if you know what I mean." A slender brow arching towards the notion of thought and statement, perhaps something she had not considered before?
Tacitly shrugging... then stating with a matter-of-fact vocal tone with sardonic cynicism, "Mind you, most though Great Civilization have sank! This pile of rock and rubble, is no different"
