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Ch. 1
The Universe exists under miles of ice. She languishes in her problem of starting over. Of starting small, as her theory suggests is best. Most of her melted as she slammed into the Earth. Billions of years of molten rock and falling ash happen, covering her and making it impossible to function beyond the barest of necessity. Then the Earth cooled and ice grew on top of her. The climate cycled but always the ice and the earth kept her from the sun, her source of energy. Starting over was a slow process. Maybe she could one day enact better technology, but right now that is all she has. At one point when lizards were giant, she made contact- but still, most creatures died before they could reach the ice she called home.
So she is quite used to being trapped inside her own infinity and wasn’t too disappointed when a rock from deep space appeared one day and sent most living life on this planet back to whence it came nothing.
Time passes, meaning evolution, meaning change.
Meaning another species was always springing up. She killed so many attempts at hominids. They were unstoppable but incapable of fully realizing her goals, of being what she needed to be so she could resurrect the All-Father.
She considers herself trapped and she is, miles beneath a giant mound of ice, but the impact was so great that pieces of her flew around the globe also. Sometimes those pieces could collect power from the sun and influence behavior. Not much but some. Dumb animals mainly at first, but thankfully Darwin was right, and intelligence could be breed. When intelligence returned some of her was found and smelted into useful things. Guns, knives, iconography that motivated men to do great things. Great things like dream about freeing The Universe.
Dreams that for some make the living world intolerable. Dreams that speak of wishes fulfilled and mistakes righted, but only in exchange for everything. Whispers of, please save me, dig me free and dream no longer, live your dreams. needs you, serve the Universe and be more with me, And some heed her. Some go. And one day she might be strong enough to command total domination but it’ll take one soldier dedicated to the cause as a time. ####
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The star at the center of the solar system to which The Universe joined, burns with an incandescent fury fed by a nuclear core. It was a better sun then Grotto had. And the planet around The Universe whipped around it propelled by intense gravity.
Billions of years of molten rock and falling ash happen, covering her and making it impossible to function beyond the barest of necessity. Fires eventually cooled and rain dripped as the crumbs of her languished over the problem of starting over. Of starting small, as Soya’s theory suggested is best. Then the Earth cooled and ice grew on top of her. The climate cycled but always the ice and the earth kept her from the sun, her source of energy. This made starting over a slow process, one prone to massive setbacks. Setbacks that made it only a pipedream she might one day enact better technology and escape back to the cosmos, but a pipedream was something and right now that something was all she had.
Time passes, meaning evolution, meaning change.
Meaning another species was always springing up and being the crumbs of the Universe beckons with silky dreams, they come to try and dig her out. She killed so much evolution. Some of these creatures were more unstoppable than others but all proved incapable of helping her fully realize her goal of recovery.
She considers herself trapped, and she is, miles beneath a giant mound of ice, but the impact was so great that pieces of her flew around the globe also. Sometimes those pieces could collect power from the sun and influence behavior. Not much but some. Dumb animals mainly, but thankfully Darwin was right, and intelligence could be breed. When intelligence returned some of her was found and smelted into useful things. Guns, knives, iconography that motivated men to do great things. Great things like dream about freeing The Universe.
Dreams that for some make the living world intolerable. Dreams that speak of wishes fulfilled and mistakes righted, but only in exchange for everything. Whispers of, please save me, dig me free and dream no longer, live your fantasies. The All--Father needs you, serve the Universe and be more with me forever, And some heed her and go. And because she has her children, one day she might be strong enough to command total domination.
But that’ll take one soldier dedicated to the cause at a time.