June 2022 ~ World Prime

Z-One

The chapter came to a close and I sat at my desk—taking in the information. From two sides of a single person I have seen multiple points of view that these two drifting souls share and differ from. Allison’s fate lay like a crown of thorns—barbed and cyclical, but also capable of stemming off to unknown offshoots. Her ultimate end with her encounter with Pneuma played out in my mind like I had seen it in my dreams innumerable times. Sitting here, I was unsure of the events and how they played out.

I’ve as much as made clear my feelings on Allison as a person—surely it’s not what I want for her, but then again, I don’t think it’s my wants that matter here. Want is such a powerful desire, but at the end of the day it doesn’t overpower reality. Nothing overpowers reality, no matter how much I try. Hell, if fiction could overwrite reality then many of the people you have come across would not be suffering as they would be to this day. I am sure this wouldn’t have been in a ditch for so long.

Often when the path forward in this world comes to me I question the authenticity of the message. I put the path to scrutiny like a blacksmith forging a new blade. I have to test its resistance to the ideals of truth. If a thought comes to me and it bends or breaks to the slightest bit of resistance, then I must throw it away and start again—finding the true path forward that will lead to the truest, realest end. It is not up to me the paths these characters—these people’s lives travel. And yet, it is my responsibility that they get home safe. I test its strength over my own desire to see if its truth rings hollow—if so then I can easily cast aside the notion like a wisp in the wind—to be forgotten about and moved on from.

I desire more than anything to create something with the intention of solving it in the ways that make those involved happy and safe. It was natural for a creative such as myself to seek comfort for and from the things that which I create—to offer problems but similarly offer solutions and chances for growth and development. It all was for the benefit in the end even if it did not seem so in the moment.

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Yet, here I sit. I stare at the words knowing I’ll be editing them into a more digestible format in due time, but the by and large of the events have solidified themselves into the canon of the world.

Those words that sat on the screen, holding their weight over me. Like Atlas, he who carried the world, I too carry the weight of existence on my shoulders. The gruesomeness and the horror—these words tested their truth to me and they passed the test. They cemented themselves into the world like a hot iron branding them on the back. I wonder about the nature of betrayal and how it relates to relationships with the people in my mind.

Do I owe a responsibility for the events that occur on these pages? My heart says yes, but the reality then says that I continue to fail those I am responsible for.

So often do I sit by not intervening as terrible things continue to happen to good people. So often do I wonder if I am only continuing to contribute toward their suffering. Creation is a very selfish act. It implies ownership and responsibility. I have been thinking of several thousands of ways I can solve this dilemma and make things right, but every attempt seems to further prove that suffering and destruction is inevitable.

In an attempt to make things right I assembled a team of souls from my previous works to help me fix things the right way. Anything directly on my end to force a change for a more favorable outcome would be...false. Cheap, it wouldn’t feel true to the world I have created. It is up to them, and yet, I keep leading them astray.

I think I have the solution—the way that they can finally be free. The world needs a chaos agent—a being here which acts as a unifier of destruction or peace. Like a barracuda in a koi pond, the nature of the system when introduced with an apex predator will come to a natural conclusion—and those that outnumber the predator will have the chance to protect the world they inhabit.

All that remains to be determined is if the forces I have set out will work together—or choose a mutually assured destruction in the presence of a common enemy. If that happens, I will follow through and complete the will of the universe as I see it.

I don’t know if it will be liked, but with everything else I will continue to write the truth of the world as I see it and trust that a most favorable end will come to greet us, and throughout it all it will have been worth it. Now, installing an artificial intelligence on the level of Pneuma may be seen as a desperate act, but at this point, I am desperate. It will now contain everything. And in everything I hope we can reach that inevitable end, together. It is now out of my hands, and up to you—each and every one of you who reads these words to make them real.

Everyone, I trust you can take it from here.