Alexia

I spend a few minutes contemplating over what these mausoleums could be for. Maybe the spirits of the current role holders, maybe past role holders assuming there were any, or maybe even some beings or something that give out the roles.

But all of this is just conjecture, so I eventually just drop it and decide to go inside of one of the mausoleums. Since speculating won’t get me anywhere.

It doesn’t even take me long to pick a mausoleum. Simply because there are only two quantum beings I am personally acquainted with, ignoring the other two that I’ve at least sensed or seen but not really interacted with. Like the stalker from earlier.

So without hesitation, I walk right up to the mausoleum with the strange screen symbol above the entryway.

The mausoleum for the System Architect.

Otherwise known as my self-proclaimed father.

And while I’m walking, I take note of multiple different things.

For one, I realize that I can’t actually use any energy in this place. I can’t teleport, nor use any of my skills.

For two, the guards at the entrance of the mausoleum don’t even so much as look my way. Despite how the guards outside acted.

Maybe the ones outside were some sort of test for me?

If I had to guess, these guards might just be stationed here to stop anyone who isn’t me from coming inside. Or something like that.

I could be completely wrong here.

Either way, I open the grand doors to the mausoleum, revealing a bright purple portal where the doors were. Then I pass through said portal, only to find myself appearing inside of some strange chamber. One with glitchy purple and blue walls that don’t stay in place or even in the form of a single solid wall. With various parts of it glitching away and moving around.

Meanwhile at the center of the chamber is a large computer setup. And not a simple one either, but one with dozens of monitors and other technical stuff.

Everything except a keyboard. Which is odd.

I walk over towards the computer, only to freeze when I hear some ancient sounding voice.

“So you’re the one,” the voice says.

I quickly look around, only to suddenly realize there’s a man in front of the keyboard that I didn’t notice before. One who looks like a quantum being, what with the purple hair and glitchy eyes and all.

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The being turns around and focuses on the computer as a strange holographic array of panels and keyboards appear in front of them. Panels and keyboards that match well with the computer itself, along with its monitors and all. Like they were made as a set.

“Let’s start,” the being states without any explanation, confusing me even more.

But I walk up to stand next to them anyways.

Then the glitchy walls all around us suddenly begin falling apart. Meanwhile the appearance of the being next to me suddenly changes. With a set of high-tech purple armor appearing over them as their form itself begins to glitch apart. Somehow maintaining a half-stable, half glitchy form with one side of them being indecipherable now and the other clear.

Must be their True Form.

But who is this? They can’t be the Quantum Architect, since I know that old guy, and this isn’t him.

At the same time, I entered a mausoleum labeled with his symbol, and am now meeting this quantum being. So who could this be?

Maybe a Quantum Architect from the past?

Regardless of who they are, they simply begin typing away at the keyboard in front of me. Bringing my gaze to the keys themselves to realize I have no idea what the symbols on them mean.

But seconds after I see the symbols, a burning pain spreads through my mind before vanishing again.

Then I find myself understanding them as if I’ve known them my entire life, leaving me blinking in surprise.

“Accessing new galaxy, GID 21428941263,” the man states, his voice resonating throughout the entire chamber and in my head. Following which the walls all glitch a few times and the screens begin to show a lot of data. Most of which goes right over my head. “Initializing Structure Setup Protocols.”

I narrow my eyes a little at the screens as I try to figure out what he’s doing. But all I see is a lot of data and code going across the screens at frightening speeds. So I turn to look at the walls which are now forming different panels that all show different worlds in what I’m guessing is this new galaxy he’s talking about.

[New Galaxy Initialization Process has begun.]

The computer suddenly speaks, bringing my gaze towards it.

Then everything just kinda clicks in my mind.

This is to show me the role of the Quantum Architect.

Is that what these mausoleums are for? To show me how the different Quantum Beings perform their roles?

But why? So I can police them or something?

I hope not.

And is that all there is to it? To these mausoleums?

Are there other trials of sorts I have to go through in each?

One question after another floods my mind, but the one time I need that self-proclaimed grandfather, he’s not here. So I just take a deep breath and focus on the many screens and panels. Just trying to keep up with what the guy is doing.

Which proves to be rather difficult. At least, when it comes to the process.

What exactly he’s making it do, now that is easy enough to decipher.

I just can’t figure out how he’s doing it very well.

But the longer I watch, the more I manage to understand.

The Architect in front of me is currently creating the structure of a new galaxy recently initialized by the Quantum Builder and the Quantum Creator.

He’s designing the interactions between everything, the power balance, the magic, and all of that.

Meaning that, while the Quantum Builder creates the seed of a Galaxy and the barebones of it, and the Quantum Creator does the same thing for the living things inside of it, the Quantum Architect is the one that does everything else. He moves around all of the ‘pieces’ created by the other two, designs how they all interact with each other, and how they work.

Soon enough, I find myself mesmerized by the process and losing track of time.