POV Main

Sometimes there are moments, when your world is crumbling. I got that moment, when I talked with Dee. I already knew, that hosts could be attacked at fourth level of bio-stone growth. I also used magic abilities to stop Diana. I knew, that magic was excluded from ancient stone rules of non-aggression. I knew, that life was brutal and higher tiers of animals in ecosystem had some means to violently enforce their will. I thought about Dee, as higher tier of animals. Higher than human tier.

We, hosts, were some kind of extension of bio-stones. From bio-stones point of view. They formed us according to their instincts. We had advantages of being hosts. If we lived in middle ages, we easily could became kings and queens over humans surrounding us. Even nowadays our economic and social situation changed into easy and comfortable life. With some exception of unruly hosts.

I had my pillar of faith in humanity. It was ability to cooperate. Cooperate with other humans, animals, plants. Farming is cooperation. Crops that cooperate with us have highest biomass and reach over the globe. With animals it isn’t so showy, as cars displaced horses, but it’s similar for farming purposes and cats and dogs are thriving without farming purposes. It’s cooperation, because humans help with multiplying and reproducing plants and animals. Even going as far as feeding plants with needed minerals.

I believed, that civilization was able to exist only because people were able to cooperate.

So, I thought, that higher tiers should be even more cooperative. Darvin showed, that rivalry for resources was part of nature, but I believed that cooperation was proof of being efficiently fit into system.

Dee said, that magic abilities were exactly what they looked like. They were advanced equivalents of sword and club. He felt, that he would need to produce more soldiers on higher levels of growth. I would be something similar to champion, and he would be able to add soldiers to his army. Oh, Champion Michael from city of Purgatory, you lived in better system, as you knew from beginning, that it was unjust and unchangeable.

Dee crushed pillar of my faith, when he told me, that at some point in the future I would need to fight against other hosts. Maybe even I would be tasked with destruction of other bio-stones. Or capture at least.

All friends I got, would become enemies. All societies I tried to create or enhance would become rivals for resources. All good things I did, would be used against me.

It was vision of hell. Dee tried to comfort me, saying, that others would probably be informed only on forth level, as serious rivalry would most likely start at fifth level of growth. It didn’t cheer me up.

I could use that info against my friends even now, but it would mean to me, that I would become villain. I really didn’t want to be a villain. Not because I believed in some afterlife with heaven, but because I would lost all respect for myself.

People, during living, are finding their own reasons to call themselves worth of living. Or calling others unworthy of living. In western society, we are taught, that happiness makes our life worth of living, initially. It’s story for children and teenagers, that story about happiness. It’s bullshit. Happiness isn’t worth that much and most of people are wired in a way, that they are always craving for something what puts blockade to happiness. Those people, that always crave for something are building world.

When mythos of happiness is destroyed, people find to themselves other things worth living. Most of them sticks to making world better. But there is difference between world better for myself, better for my children, better for my country, better for humanity, better for nature. Often better for one is worse for another. Luckily not always, as there would be no net development otherwise.

I was making world better for myself and my close ones. I would like to add some humanity needed knowledge or invent something, but my talent was average. I was helper of the helpers of those, that was really making progress on the level of humanity.

I thought, that power, ability, that came from bio-stone connection could be small step for me, but big step for humanity. I hoped it, even when I know, that it grew on dead bodies.

Do you know what disappointment makes out of decent human being?

I didn’t. I felt disappointed, anticlimax, being betrayed by fate. I felt, as I was making castles and then I saw, that I built them with sand on beach near sea and surge was coming.

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I felt bad. I wanted to vomit that knowledge.

POV Huntress

I went for shopping to our magic school. I had plans to awaken another group of people. Some from first group weren’t able to learn magic, so they would start anew with second group. I got idea for different rooms for exercise with kinds of magic. I wanted to look closely at things I wanted to order through Allegro.

At some point of my trip on shops I felt host nearby. It shouldn’t be anyone I felt before. After sensory radar became part of me, magic ability I couldn’t discard, I could feel clearer who was close. It wasn’t anyone from Devas.

I started to stalking that person. I knew, I couldn’t be felt from a distance. Only people with sensory radar, could see each other or bio-stones could inform us about someone presence. It was guy, I didn’t know, I didn’t see before. It could be someone, that was new host or it was Legibot. He met some people, who were young leftists and talked with them, so I was almost sure, he was Legibot.

I decided to spy on him. I was taking pictures of him from distance with my phone. He met some people. Wait with them for another few. Then, they went in big group to some building, that looked like squat. Or really devastated tenement house. Inside was another group of leftists, but they didn’t join them. They started to quarrel with them. When quarrel became really heated defenders went back to house and threw some junk and liquids on attackers. I heard from bystanders, that little riots between leftists were becoming common occurrence closer to election. I was keeping my distance.

My guy got unlucky, and was wet. He was in first line of attackers, so he couldn’t back off fast enough. He was clearly furious. Group of attackers tried to force themselves in. After they failed, they left ugly graffiti on doors and left after fifteen minutes.

One I was following went to park. He simply disconnected from group at some point. He phone someone. He waited for hour on a bench in the corner of park. I was in another part of park. Maybe even he saw me from distance, but he couldn’t know I was host too. I found some bushes, where he couldn’t see me and I saw him clearly.

Another guy came. He looked like one of defenders. He was selling weed, that new guy. I saw it too many times to be mistaken. They went deeper into corner. I used my phone to record it all. Then, in the corner, after deal was done, guy I was following killed dealer. He put body into bushes and covered it with some material, he had with himself. I recorded every second of crime. He killed person in the middle of the day.

I was wondering, what he would do with body. He went through some small streets to another park. I felt bio-stone there. I kept distance. When bio-stone started to move, I called for support. I could guess, where he was moving his bio-stone.

Sith, Asmo and Hail came. I told them, that I didn’t wish to have in War-Saw host, that could tainted our, Devas, public relations. Guy was criminal, that acted in rage and was easy to spot. It spelled misfortune in the future. Maybe already someone recorded him and used blackmail. I wanted that guy off the city.

We went to crime place. He was waiting for us there, as his bio-stone was absorbing body. He sat at bench. We should be looking intimidating, when we went to him. Asmo and hail confirmed, that it was Legibot.

-= Hello. – I said. He stood up. He felt us as four hosts from close distance. Perhaps his bio-stone told him earlier, but it must be different to feel it by himself.

-= What do you want? – He asked. He didn’t say hello to his old companions.

-= For you to be smarter.

-= What do you mean?

I showed him recording, when he murdered other guy.

-= You won’t rat me. – He said with confidence, he shouldn’t have.

-= Am I first, that can blackmail you?

-= You are first. Usually I use another method. That guy just pissed me off today.

-= And you think, that I would believe in that.

He looked at my support.

-= You want to hurt me? – He asked.

-= That depends. – Said Sith.

-= No. – I said. – I want you to leave War-Saw.

-= I can’t. I have friends here and accommodation.

-= We can pay you. – Said Sith. – Or we can fight you whenever we would meet you.

He shot lightning into soil. Legibot looked at me, I was playing good one here.

-= We can give you some money now, hundred thousand and you can trade poison with us monthly, if you stop killing people in the middle of the day in parks. You must leave War-Saw, that is unchangeable condition.

-= Two hundred thousand.

-= If you want more money, you need to provide us with something. – Said Sith.

-= I don’t have anything.

-= Anything at all?

-= I had some info about Beria and Bear, but you would need to pay three hundred thousand.

-= Hundred now, two hundred if info will be good.

-= Deal.

I looked on Legibot, as he betrayed his companions. I understood, that pacts, that didn’t work for participants anymore were easily forsaken.

POV German assassin

I got lot of money for easy job. Slave porno studio was destroyed by some ugly girl. Of course other slaves revolted too, but industrial cameras showed, that instigator was that girl. It was common occurrence in Germany that once in few years underground slavery hub was destroyed by some avengers. Normally died low level workers, so big crime fishes had no real loss. This time some important customers were caught in riot. Then, they were tortured. It tainted slavery sex industry owners reputation. I got money upfront, five times normal fee for leader and twice for main helpers.

And work looked easy. I got everything they had on their sex slave victims. It took me and my helpers on evening, to find, that one of the former victims put on fakebook photo with local newspaper. She showed in that way, that she is free. I tracked that local newspaper range of sales, area when one could buy it. It was two cities area near German border. It was perfect as I could go back to Germany after work really fast. My employers wanted from me to left massacre, which would be remembered for years. I wanted to be feared, so I would put heart into it.