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When it comes right down to it, there are just two sides to everything. Ludicrous, I say. Should I accept the simple duality of everything? There are just two things I have to say about two choices. First, who cares? Second, so what? What I found as far as this, when there seems to be a choice between one thing or another, that’s a red flag, the siren, the lightning flash, the warning. When this happens I know the choice isn’t obvious and I have to choose neither of the two. Instead, this is when intelligence opens the heart to listen and discover truth.
Still, and silly as it might seem, I often catch myself comparing my life between being here on Planet Forty-Four, home of the Syganoid, a highly advanced humanoid race, to what I have learned about life on Planet Earth. In theory, Planet Earth sounds pretty sweet, but just being a generic human on Planet Earth? That’s not for me. No way!
Here’s a good example of why not. On Planet Earth, the water, air, and ground are all part of how human life evolved. It’s the only natural environment for sustaining human life. Meanwhile, on Planet Forty-Four, we live inside massive domed habitats that are floating on a fully poisonous gas planet. One tiny crack in the dome and this planet’s natural environment will end, killing every person here. Fortunately, our superior technology and enhanced minds make it possible for us to survive. You could even say we prosper.
A gentle breeze is always present inside the dome and the atmosphere is rich with every element needed to produce water, soil, and nutrients for growing plants and producing building materials for everything we need. The smell and sound are neutral as it is our way to experience life as The Source intended it. No conflicts with too hot, too cold, too rainy, too bright, etcetera. Every day is perfect in temperature and feels comfortable on the skin. Smells are clean and refreshed and every sensation provides a longing to experience the beauty of our advanced civilization.
Life here gets even better when you compare it to how people live on Planet Earth. So, when I hear someone saying they wished to visit or go on vacation to Planet Earth, I shake my head in disagreement. Why would anyone want to go someplace where everything wants to destroy you? Natural air, they say. Filled with diseases, viruses, and pollution that destroy DNA and spawn cancerous cells in your organs, I say. And the water? Water is even worse than the air for destroying the body's natural existence. Everything on Planet Earth competes to exist at the expense of everything else. Plants consume soil and water, rob the sunlight and convert all that stolen energy into growing their physical structure. Small fish are eaten by larger fish, who are eaten by still larger fish is exemplified throughout. All of it is a necessary effort to survive on Planet Earth. Every facet of energy exists because it can be devoured, in one way or another, by some other source of energy.
Then there are the people. What they don’t consume they destroy in their quest for pleasure. They take pleasure in everything. Everything they consume destroys the very planet they need for survival. Do you know the difference between being dumb and being stupid? Dumb is when you do something wrong but you didn’t know any better and stupid is knowing better but doing it anyway. People on Planet Earth, yeah, they're stupid.
This brings up the major difference between a highly enhanced, very capable, and super intelligent Syganoid like me, and a generic human. Humans occupy their life by doing. They are always doing something. Even when they sleep they’re busy, busy, busy. They designed sophisticated words for it such as efficient, productive, and meaningful. A Syganoid is all about being. We don’t have to do anything to exist or be happy, we don’t need to buy things, make things, or try to live better lives than everyone else. We are happy and alive. Be real, be content, and be here.
As I contemplate the contrasting realities of our existence, the immense gulf between the advanced Syganoid civilization and the seemingly primitive life on Planet Earth becomes abundantly clear. The marvels of our technology, the splendor of our environment, and the profound sense of contentment we experience form the foundation of our superiority, evoking a profound mix of curiosity and pride within me.
How do I know all this about Planet Earth, you ask? My mother is a biological scientist who works with a team of scientists on Planet Earth. Most of the time, she’s there and her team develops biomechanical enhancements that give Syganoids more enhanced lives. We already enjoy sixteen senses. Compare that to generic humans living their entire lives with just five senses. Anyway, my mom tells me a lot about living on Planet Earth and she brings me recent data files from various places around the planet.
My father and I love her and she loves us back. He is a genius, my dad. His mind has added more to the evolution of space and the expansion than any of us can fathom. We share a home and have so much in common. My eyes, like all Syganoids, are the unmistakable ylnmn blue, and my thin but wavey blonde hair is just like his. Most people say that I have my mom’s nose and smile. Anyway, love is another example of the differences between humanoids and humans.
Here, we love being alive. Love is the core of existence and we love the well-being of all that is. But on Planet Earth, people made love a thing to do rather than a thing to be. They fall in love, whatever that means. They announce their love of things and for things. Ridiculous things like food, shoes, transportation, buildings, sports teams, towns, and schools. They select one person to—give—their love to and then the doing of love gets even more busy. They get an engagement ring, have an engagement party, set a wedding date, and spend more money on wedding preparations and gifts than most of them earn in half a lifetime. Do the wedding, do the honeymoon, do the make a baby, do the baby, and a few years later, when there’s nothing else to do, they do the divorce. Return to fall in love at step one, and start it all over again.
For them, love is just a word they attach hundreds of actions to the word and it becomes an aggregate that causes both anxiety and limited moments of joy. In comparison to my humanoids and how we love, it is very different. But rather than tell you, I think you’ll enjoy it more if I show you. Come on, follow me. I’ll take you to where it all gets started and then I’ll share my typical day with you. We’ll visit my friends, and I’ll take you to where I work. Later will catch up with my father for a hearty meal and a chat. Let me warn you right now, he’ll talk your leg off.
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BEFORE WE CATCH UP with my friends who have been telling me for several weeks now that I need to go to the doctor for a check-up. “You’re acting peculiar," they say, "you need a physical or something, and blah blah blah.” Be like me and just ignore them. First, though, let’s head over to that building. The five-story all glass with the silver light beams chasing from bottom to top illuminating the corners. It’s our medical center. Is Quantum Jumping new to you? With intention, we can sense our way to be wherever we want to be. We call it quantum jumps, which is the fourteenth sense. It doesn’t work from Dome to Dome though. It only functions intradome. Duh, right? Let’s go.
Through these doors here. The chief of surgery is on the other side and says, “Hey, Eulǝr. Where’s it all happening, man?” That’s my name, by the way. I’m Eulǝr. My father named me after his favorite mathematician, Leonhard Euler. The upside down ǝ in my name, is an emphasis for the Euler Number represented in mathematical formulas by an e. The Euler Number is used in defining almost everything including the discovery of the code to the Universe. Anyway, that’s fairly boring stuff. Righteous and powerful, but wicked boring.
“Who are you talking to?” the chief of surgery asks me. We are standing inside her spacious operating room. The walls are opaque with a pearlesque tint and the ceiling above is luminous with brilliant color-enhancing light that gives everything in the room a high-definition appearance. There are four, Bio Organoid Operating Machines (BOOM) positioned in each corner of the room with a sliding table to insert and extract a patient down the center of the tall rectangular-shaped machine. The outside of the BOOM is an organized group of conduits, hoses, and tubes with little room to spare that are all connected through the walls and ceiling. Midway of the long side on the front is an operations control center with multiple monitors and several keypads, toggles, and metered dials.
“Don’t be rude, man. That’s not chibusa. An apology would be nice.” After a long pause between us, her blank expression tells me she isn’t going to apologize. “Are you performing any procedures today?” I ask.
She looks at me with a quizzical expression, “I’m not sure who owes whom an apology Eulǝr. Otherwise, yes. I have two seven-year-old patients today. Do you want to watch the operation? I’ll be using the new O. I. techniques your mother and team developed.” She throws her arms around me. “I’m so sorry for your loss. Your mother was always wonderful and provided enhanced quality of life for every Syganoid for more than three hundred years. She treated me with respect and friendship.”
“Thank you for your kindness and yes, can we observe the procedures?” I ask.
Her quizzical expression returns as she catches her speech and decides on another thought. Her eyes express concern, “Did you take mine and your father’s advice from our lunch last week? Have you made an appointment with your doctor for a checkup?”
“Like I told you guys, there is nothing wrong with me. I feel fine and my systems are not reporting any issues.”
“You didn’t answer my question, Eulǝr. Did you make the appointment?”
“Pardon me,” says the porter as he comes into the operating room with the patient on a gurney. The patient is unconscious and anesthetized. He’s a seven-year-old which is the age our civilization agrees is the correct age for a human to transform. After today, following the operation, the young man will be a humanoid, a highly advanced Syganoid, and a new member of our kuudere.
We help the porter lift the child onto the litter and then watch as he is conveyed into the BOOM. “I’ll need authorization,” the porter says as he holds the reader to the surgeon. She takes the small cylinder holds it to her right eye and then after it flashes to her left eye. Taking the reader back from her he says, “Thank you.” We wait for him to exit the room.
“These are exciting times in medical history,” she says, almost giddy. “We’ve come a long way with organoid intelligence. Thanks to your mother and her team back on Planet Earth. God bless her.” She cups the side of my face with her soft, cold, hand. Stroking my cheek with her thumb as she mentions Mom, her sympathy is shown with an exaggerated facial expression.
“Come over here.” She stops touching my face and takes me by the hand. Leading me to the center of the operating machine. We stand, looking at the high-definition monitor and the surrounding metered displays. Each of the smaller displays is scrolling data for specific outputs of vital signs, injections, harmonics, resonances, and dozens of other pieces of information that I’m unfamiliar with. “You can watch the entire process with me, while I perform the implants for enhancements. We’ll make this person one of our kuudere. Very exciting times!”
Before it starts, I stand in this advanced operating room, the hum of the medical equipment, the smells of a sterile medical environment, and the soft beeping of monitors. I'm witnessing the transformative procedures and hearing the surgeon's excitement, while a profound sense of awe and the weight of my heritage washes over me, blending pride with an overwhelming sense of expectation.
Through the monitor, I can see the first three Neurolinks being lifted from their containers. “Every device is keyed and serialized to one body.” She says as she points to a display noting the serialized codes being registered. The devices are then dipped into a Petri dish and swished around in what looks like a thick gravy before being lifted back out of the dish.
“What is that?” I ask, pointing at the Petri dish.
“That my young Eulǝr, is your mother’s new solution of organoid intelligence. The microscopic-sized biobrains attach to the circuitry of the Neurolink and bond to the device. Like some miracle of magic, she found a way to get the individual brain cells to become embedded into the circuitry, not just attached to it, but they evolve to become one super-intelligent machine. Imagine tens of thousands of micro brains operating at computer speeds without the need for an interface or for operating systems. Wait, look there.” She points to the monitor. “Here’s your father’s mathematics at work.”
With curious intensity, I watch, as the infused and saturated Neurolinks are positioned and then laid on top of the young boy's shaved head. A second or maybe two later the Neurolinks disappear. I struggle to believe what I saw as the devices seemed to melt into the boy's head as they submerged and disappeared.
“Did I see what seemed to be the head absorb the devices?” I ask.
“It’s so amazing. Isn’t it?” she boasts. “Here. Let me adjust the view so we can see what’s going on inside his skull now.” She moves a few switches and then the monitor displays the inside of the boy's head. “Through the harmonic resonance, the organoids synchronize with the host’s body and brain. They already know where to go inside the brain and where to connect to the autonomic and peripheral nervous system, the pineal plexus and the pituitary plexus, etcetera. See there.” She points at one of the neurloinks as it begins to reappear and attach itself to the brain.
“That’s the HUD monitoring system. Right now it is attaching itself to the eyes' visual cortex. The other two will join themselves to the pineal and thymus. These give us an awareness of the energy of the universe and how we can use the power that creates worlds and the power that makes life. From these first three Neurolinks, we have thousands of times more intelligence, energy, and strength. Our sixteen senses bring us into harmony with all of space and we control time and energy at the foundation of reality. We are the ultimate creators.
“Without a single incision or invasive procedure is the real miracle. Your father perfected the harmonics and your mother perfected the biomechanics. Your family’s heritage will always be known as the beginning of our existence and the beginning of the kuudere of Planet Forty-Four.”
While the words she says make me proud, they also overwhelm me. The accomplishments of my parents are too much for me to live up to. I often feel like I live in the thick, dense shadows of their lives.
The monitor returns to the surface view of the boy’s body and the operation machine is placing four neurolinks along his spine and two spiral-shaped devices are placed on the meaty part of each buttock.
“Attached to our spinal columns are more autonomic and anatomic nervous system organoid-rich devices. These give us superhuman strength and intelligence as it increases our neurological operating speeds. We can think fast, move fast, and make perfect decisions based on universal knowledge. Truth. Universal knowledge is truth,” she says. “Those memory storage devices connect us to the individual experiences of our separate life as well as provide communication with other kuudere.
“Completion of the entire operation takes another fifty minutes. The machine monitors and adjusts the implants and runs a series of calibrations. Then, when everything is in balance, I’ll have the porter return the boy to the recovery room. It’s an amazing, painless, and invasion-free process to become humanoid. We live in amazing times, Eulǝr.”
***
SCIENCE HAS ALWAYS been a key component of my family heritage. As far back as my family tree goes, all the way back to our first family who lived in Glenwood Springs Colorado, on Planet Earth, they were all scientists. That’s another long and boring topic and there are more important things to do and talk about for now.
“This has been an exciting treat for me. Thank you for letting me see how my mom’s work continues to make Syganoid life for all the kuudere better. And thank you for your kind words. I miss her so much. But, hey. I need to go. My friends are expecting me at the center and I have to be at work in a few hours.”
"Wait," she says as I start to walk away. "Have you had any more vivid dreams? My hunch tells me you had something recent that shook you in its vividness and realness. Am I right?"
Hesitant and still unsure how she seems to know when I have these amazing and realistic memory-shaking dreams, I take a breath. "Yes," I tell her. "Last night. I saw a few dozen monks, robed in saffron colors wandering through a thick forest.
"The Source spoke to me but . . . I think these dream states are often the vessel of knowledge as The Source communicates with the part of me that is pure energy."
"Very true," she says. "Some kuudere call it the soul, and most, and more precise in their naming of it, call it the True Self or, Self. Go on then. Tell me about the dream."
As I recount the dream and its ethereal elements, an indescribable longing welled up within me, like that old bittersweet melody that tugs at the strings of the heart, invoking a profound yearning for understanding and connection. I feel odd.
"A sage in the form of a large stone gate adorned with jewels and hinged with bands of gold tells me a parable.
"Your son’s son will complete the pathway to paradise. It will be through his emotional commitment to love that the gateway will be found and from there all humans who so chose to do so can evolve. Until then, life will be one and the same with suffering. You must replace the data and put it back into the sacred files but more so, you must understand and experience The First Priority. You must define the characteristics of true love and then The First Priority will be known throughout the universe. It began this way. Listen. Learn.” The Gate says.
>>// Long, long ago when Ibrahim was growing up he spent as much time at the nearby monastery as he could. That is, when his parents didn’t need help on the farm to feed the goats and wrestle eggs away from the rowdy gaggle of geese. Otherwise, every free minute he had he would run the three and a half kilometers from his home to the monastery. The Abbot observed young Ibrahim and could sense, though he was still in his youth, that Ibrahim had a mind that was ripe for human liberation. The Abbot instructed the elders of the abbey and the monks of the monastery to allow Ibrahim full access to the teachings and to teach him the way of monastic life. Ibrahim drank in every lesson as a man in the desert drinks water. He performed every chore as a student does, and he learned how to free his mind from thoughts and how to tame the wild thinking monkey mind.
When Ibrahim reached the age of maturity his parents held a celebration and kept the custom of civilized peoples. They invited everyone from the community to join them in a celebration. Ibrahim was well-liked and admired in the community because he was always willing to lend his help and join in public conversations. If someone was ill, he would help tend to their crops and livestock until they recovered. When someone was sad he would walk with them and hold their hand and embrace them as they worked through their sadness. When someone was preparing a celebration he would help set up the tables and decorations for the festivities and he would always help to clean up when the celebration was finished. Everyone knew him and had respect for him.
As the people of the community began to arrive for his coming-of-age celebration he stood at the gateway to the family farm and greeted them one by one. A strong gust of wind brought a surprising harsh scattering of dirt and plant debris. But a few heartbeats later it was gone and the gentle breeze returned. When he looked in the direction of the gust he couldn’t help but notice a family never before seen coming up the street toward his home. When they came to the gateway of his family’s farm he greeted them with the same respect and admiration he was accustomed to showing everyone. Just then his mother and father joined him at the gateway.
“Ibrahim this is Yahya and his wife Mariyam from the mining city of Baloc,” his father said. “Our families have known one another’s for many centuries.”
Ibrahim’s mother placed her hand on Ibrahim’s left shoulder and with her other hand she motioned towards a young woman, one of the guests' children, Ibrahim assumed. But then his mother said, “My son, this young girl here will be your wife. Her name is Lizet and she will live with our family from today and you will be married to her in one year from today.”
Ibrahim was very happy and somehow, meeting Lizet he felt excited for the future. He stood there looking at the strangers and after a few moments collected his wits. Finally, he stepped forward and offered the crook of his arm to Lizet. “Here, take my arm, and please allow me to show you around your new home,” Ibrahim said. She cautiously reached out her hand to take his arm. The two of them turned to walk the path which led through the gateway and towards the farm.
Until this day there was never before in history a love at first sight. It started on that very day and at that very moment. Ibrahim and Lizet became more enamored with each minute they spent together. Their zest for life and affinity for each other was contagious and anyone and everyone who was around them for even a moment couldn’t help but feel good inside.
Together they helped families near and far. When someone was sick or injured Ibrahim and Lizet would take care of the crops, and livestock or run their store until they were healed. When someone was sad and depressed they would walk with them and would hold their hand and embrace them as they recovered. Ibrahim and Lizet would travel to other cities throughout the provinces visiting and helping everyone in need. Their popularity grew. They had a combined wealth between their families that provided them with all the comforts life can offer. They had fame and popularity, and even the mayors, governors, and elected officials frequently counseled them in matters of great importance.
When one day it was time for the Abbot to begin preparations for the seasonal ceremony he asked the monks to send for Ibrahim. The monks told the Abbot about Ibrahim becoming promised to marry a woman of high position and that he had not been seen at the monastery for many months. The Abbot was not deterred by the news. He repeated his request of the monks, bowed to them, and departed. //<<
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MAKING MY WAY TO THE door, I see the chief of surgery is glued to the operating machine monitor and recording devices. I doubt she heard a word I said.
"Obvious to me, this dream," I say, though she isn't listening, I feel I want to hear myself say it, and express my poetic appreciation for capturing what I sense in this oft-recurring dream. "In this idyllic setting, as the golden sun bathed the lush forest, a soft breeze whispered through the leaves, carrying with it a symphony of scents—the earthy aroma of moss and foliage mingling with the delicate fragrance of wildflowers. The air was alive with the chatter of guests, their laughter like sparkling notes of joy. As Ibrahim extended his arm to Lizet, their hands met in a tentative touch, setting in motion a journey of intertwined destinies. At that moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, anticipation, and trepidation entwined in the hearts of those witnessing this love's enchanting beginning."
As I push the doors open with my back, I continue to look at her and when she doesn’t turn toward me, I wave goodbye to her back and leave.
As I walk through the hallway and before transporting to the recreation center to meet up with friends, I recall a memory of my mother telling me about her medical team's work. . .
“genuine biological computing that harnesses brain organoids using scientific and bioengineering advances in an ethically responsible manner. Standardized, 3D, myelinated brain organoids can now be produced with high cell density and enriched levels of glial cells and gene expression critical for learning. Integrated microfluidic perfusion systems can support scalable and durable culturing and spatiotemporal chemical signaling. Novel 3D microelectrode arrays permit high-resolution spatiotemporal electrophysiological signaling and recording to explore the capacity of brain organoids to recapitulate the molecular mechanisms of learning and memory formation and, ultimately, their computational potential.
"Biological computing (or biocomputing) could be faster, more efficient, and more powerful than silicon-based computing and AI, and only require a fraction of the energy. Oh Eulǝr, I’m sorry baby. I’m boring you to death with all of my excitement."
Never in all my life would she ever bore me with her words. And her excitement? That enthusiasm of hers made it okay with me that she was gone for long periods of time while working with her team. But she and Dad both treat me as if I don’t understand their maths and sciences. They think I’m uninterested in any and all of it. I’ve never understood why they talk and dumb it down for me. Anyway, I guess it doesn’t matter. Let’s go see some friends of mine.
Most of the time everyone is hanging around right here. While I scan the large auditorium turning clockwise looking for my friends the open floor plan, the pyramid-shaped, glass-enclosed building is full. Kuudere are seated everywhere in small clusters and everyone is in the lotus position. Their hands poised with thumb and forefinger touching, open palm placed upward on either knee, eyes closed, head slightly tilted forward and down. Their faces are emotionless, and they glow with a light almost unnoticed at first but it provides an ora of various shades of the rainbow.
A sudden tap on my shoulder and as I turn to see who, they moved too fast for me. Another tap on the opposite shoulder and again I look but they moved in anticipation of my reaction. “Okay, okay, very funny,” I say.
“How are you today, my lovely and wonderful Eulǝr? Still playing with your imaginary friends while ignoring the rest of us?"
This is Casper, and he is the most powerful Syganoid I know. I’ve seen him move objects with his mind and I’ve caught him levitating in a deep trance state while he glowed with a brilliant white ora.
“Where is everyone?” I ask.
He motions for me to follow and after twenty or more paces we find where my friends are sitting and playing. This is what we love about being here on Planet Forty-Four. In every domed city you’ll find most of the kuudere spend their none work time in the auditorium playing.
“Will you join me at our field today, Eulǝr?” Casper asks. "Or are you still inept?"
“If I can,” I say. “This week has been challenging for me to say the least.”
Something has been causing me to be distracted this week, and I don’t know, I just can’t get my true self to emerge in the fields on the other side. Taking the lotus position I acknowledge my core energy centers. From the first energy center, the inferior mesenteric plexus, I call my attention to be aware of the energy of space around it, then upward I take my concentration, one by one, through the seven energy centers. Then, when I’m no longer anyone, and no longer someplace, I remove the veils from the sense of sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch. The energy of the universe replaces the senses and in those places emptiness takes hold. Join me. Give it a try, just stop labeling the stuff you see, hear, smell, etcetera. You don’t simply stop seeing, it’s more like there is no sight. So think of it as not doing and instead as nothing done or not done. The senses aren’t stopped, on hold, paused, but they never existed.
Once the practice of aligning the energy centers is mastered, the present moment, or the reality of being manifests. For me, it starts as a vacuum or hollowing sensation as if my consciousness is pulled into a void. This part of the practice is difficult because it’s very easy for the mind to want to identify and label the sensation. If that happens, then I have to start all over again. Then there’s the outer existence and realms of vast energy flows. It’s hard to put words to this because I’m describing things that are real using words that are used to define illusionary existence. It is one of the few times that saying you had to be there to understand it, is true. Come on and be with me. Stop doing and start being.
You see? This is how we play. Don’t do the meditation, don’t do the practice, don’t just sit there, do nothing. If you want to have a good experience with knowing the difference between being and doing, don’t think about it.
***
ABOUT A MONTH AGO MY energy centers stopped aligning and I haven’t been able to get out of my body. Meanwhile my friends are there waiting for me, well not waiting. It’s more like they miss my energy. Our entire population of kuudere spends countless hours in the fields out beyond the illusions of sensual existence. We absorb the suffering from the sensual illusion of life and replace it with love. We fill the universe with loving energy and when we fill the universe the illusion and suffering life will disappear into the energy of love we create. The closer we get to ending suffering, the more difficult it is for the sensual existence, and in our sensual existence we see life getting worse. It seems as if evil and disrespect, dishonesty, and ignorance are becoming more powerful. But that’s part of the illusionary existence, called Mara, straining to stay in control as we replace it.
Look over there. That’s my friend Gatlia. We have decided to have a child together. Here she comes. Gatlia waves, and comes over closer to sit beside me. She has an egg-shaped head and face with a wide forehead and narrow chin. Her eyes are often gunmetal grey but can appear to be the typical ylmnm blue in the right light. Her lips are thin and her eyes are narrow slanting up on the outside with soft brow and smooth cheeks. Today her hair is twisted into a coil and pinned over the crown of her head with two long, bright green pins. Most of the time she lets her long straight black hair fall down her back and tucked behind her ears to stay off her face. Like most of the kuudere, she’s thin, healthy looking, and well-proportioned.
“Have you been to the medical clinic to find out what is wrong with you?” she asks.
Several of my friends nearby open their eyes when they hear her ask me. They nod. acknowledging me, and then close their eyes slipping back out of the body.
“No, I know you haven’t,” she says. “Why are you so stubborn? So, listen. I decided our son's name will be Magallan.”
“A son now, is it?” I say. “Last week a girl, the week before a boy. Here we are today and a boy again.”
“Stop being rude,” she grins.
“After all of the weeks of not being in the fields with all of you I guess I’m lucky you still want to breed with me.”
Tilting her head to the left she says, “It’s just your family's DNA I’m hoping to capture for our son’s inheritance, and since you are their only child. What choice have I? Stop playing with me and come be with the kuudere in the fields.” She closes her eyes and slips out of the body.
There is no sense in wasting my time here. I know my energy centers aren’t going to align right now. Let’s go to my office and you can see where I work. Though, it is the most boring and mundane job on Planet Forty-Four. I’ll warn you now and if you would rather not, we can go instead to catch up with my father. Perhaps we can have an early dinner.
Do you remember how to get to my office? All it requires inside the domed city is the intention to be somewhere. You see, there is always the opportunity on Planet Forty-Four to practice being rather than doing. Come on and try it with me. Let go of doing what you’re doing and manifest the intention for being at my work.
That was awesome, well done. Here we are. I suppose this is an odd place to work when you look around and all you see is floor-to-ceiling cloud storage racks. Remember when my mother would bring me news from her travel? She always met me here when she returned from her work. Of course you wouldn’t remember that. How could you?
Look a little closer and you’ll see that none of these storage devices have external power connections and you won’t even find battery packs for power. The smell of sandalwood incense is a bonus, and I still don’t know where that comes from, but I enjoy it. Listen close. Can you hear that gentle but steady hum? It sounds like the universe. The vibration from all the energy is in motion everywhere, all at once. It resonates with the sound—om!
Inside this one location is all of the universe code. The laws and rules that govern and expand at the speed of light. The heart of all that ever is, so to speak, and all that ever was. Everything that happened before you got here was the preparation for you being here, and everything from this point on is the result of you being here. This place, where I work, is the operational center of all the universal energy, the center of the power that creates galaxies and worlds. Cool eh?
Except that it is boring and mundane. This bench here, against the wall, is where it begins. I suppose it could be worse. The bench seat could be unupholstered and less comfortable, but even with the plush cushion and the diamond-patterned blue-on-blue tapestry, the work is uneventful.
After sitting on the bench the vibrational sound in the room increases in decibels and the illumination of the room fades until I’m in total darkness. The senses become aware of the vastness of space and my body and heart-mind are in harmony with the energy of space. Now all I do is wait and stay alert. If anything were to ever go wrong with the laws of space, the energy of the universe, I would be alerted. So they tell me. It’s never happened in fourteen billion years so nobody knows for sure. But this is my job. I am the keeper of the code of the universe.
As the vibrations of the universe resonated through the darkness, I can't help but feel a gnawing emptiness within, longing for something more than this monotonous existence as the keeper of the code.
Meticulous and without fault, maybe redundant to an extreme, and as you can see for yourself this job sucks. Shall I tell you a secret? Sometimes I open up the code history and look back at the time. Sort of testing the archives and historical records. Once I changed a data fact. Nothing major of course, just a little piece of data. What can I say? Bored out of my comfort zone I suppose. But it’s harmless. Changes to the past could be dangerous, but I’m a high-functioning superior humanoid and a high-ranking Syganoid. If I wasn’t then I wouldn’t have this critical job.
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IMAGINE IF I DID SOMETHING minor on a nondescript planet in a tiny galaxy far out in the not-so-dense part of the universe. The consequence of altering the code’s historical data in such a meaningless and remote location would be—inconsequential. Then it came to me in thought. I know the perfect place to tinker and add some recreation to my work. You guessed it. Humans on Planet Earth.
It started with a simple experiment. All I did was move a flower from one side of a brook to the other side. Lateral and unchanged during a time before apes stood upright. Simply moved the plant across the brook. Another time I moved the walnut on a tree branch. Same branch, same tree, but I moved it just about an inch closer to the trunk. This sort of recreation was harmless because when my work day is done, and the cloud storage room manifests, I can see nothing in our existence is any different today from yesterday. Harmless and entertaining. The Universe is dynamic and capable of sustaining such small changes as these.
Think about it. How much harm can I do on a planet where barely evolved talking apes are at the top of the hierarchy? Did you know these people created a verbal language so that they could share information and learn from each other? Remarkable for simple creatures, but then they spent the next fifty thousand years inventing accents, slang, and a variety of characters and different dialects so that they couldn’t understand one another. They always strive to separate themselves.
One time I introduced the ways of centering their internal energy centers through meditation to one of the more promising ancient cultures. Over the next ten thousand years they invented a hundred different gods to worship and praise. Every human god they invented was devoted to love and peace yet, somehow, the people invented war, killing machines, and hate all in the name of their gods. What harm could a little recreation with an otherwise gouge your eyes out from boredom job do here?
Best of all, I can do some good for a suffering individual and make a difference in a few ordinary lives. For example, I found historical code where this child was clumsy and had difficulty with a speech impediment. So I altered the code. Only just a bit to make this boy named Genghis Khan right-handed rather than left-handed. A change like that could have a major impact and a ripple of difference in our current lives. So I watched when I got back to now, present time and . . . since nothing has changed in our current time. No impact.
As I recall and contemplated the potential repercussions of my tinkering with historical events, a sense of both exhilaration and apprehension dance in my mind, a delicate balance between the thrill of exploration and the weight of responsibility is exciting.
Check this one out. It made me feel pretty good about myself and our kuudere and how we can provide so much benefit to humans. Okay, so there was this husband and wife who were madly in love, desperate for children and to raise a family together. Except the husband comes from a long line of men who have performance anxiety. He’s as sterile and impudent as a blackhole. So, I went back into the code and changed his DNA a bit so that Alois and Klara Hitler could have children. That man went on to produce nine children. Cured from the physical ailment.
Something like that would seem dangerous, but again, once the workday was over I couldn’t see that there was any difference in our lives. Imagine though if something significant changed such as the evolution of life. If that was paused or accelerated for even one-hundredth of a second over twenty million years later, life would be nothing like we know it.
If anything ever did change, you know, something went wrong from something I’ve altered, all I would do is go back into the code and make it right. I know, I know. Syganoid wisdom tells us that being has no consequence. Doing has continuous, harmful, and duel consequences. But it’s fine, trust me.
Serendipity . . .time for dinner with Dad. We are supposed to meet at the lower dome at his favorite place. The starlight down there is much dimmer than here in the second city. You’ll see once we get down there. The stacked domed cities stretch from the near outer atmosphere down towards the center. Each city mines a different layer of gas on Planet Forty-Four and the deepest city is fifteen thousand miles down. The light from Galp, our main sequence star, is faint, but the engineers figured out how to imitate natural light so as long as the kuudere stay inside the city we won’t have to worry about losing spacial awareness.
Up to now, as you've been with me in three locations, we travel inside the dome using our thoughts. When an individual intends to move to a different location, their thoughts interact with the underlying quantum field that permeates the city. This interaction creates a quantum entanglement between the individual's consciousness and the target location. Through this entanglement, the individual's physical body is transported across space, appearing instantaneously at the intended destination.
This quantum travel within the domed city offers a multitude of advantages. First and foremost, it eliminates the need for physical vehicles and infrastructure, reducing pollution and congestion within the city. It also allows for an unprecedented level of convenience and efficiency, as travel times are nonexistent. Whether one wishes to be at work, visit and be with friends, or explore various parts of the city, it's simply a matter of conscious intention of being.
To ensure the safety and accuracy of this quantum travel system, the domed city employs advanced quantum computers and sophisticated algorithms. These systems continuously monitor and optimize the quantum entanglement processes, ensuring that individuals arrive at their intended destinations reliably and without any unintended consequences.
However, mastering this form of travel requires individuals to undergo training and develop a heightened awareness of their thoughts and intentions. The city provides specialized education programs to help its residents understand and control their conscious interactions with the quantum field.
Intention won’t work this time though. We cannot transport in a quantum leap since Dad is meeting me in a different dome. We’ll have to travel the traditional way. Let’s catch a shuttle cab to the tubes.