A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 248, Wednesday
September 5th, 2018
Chapter Three: Exile
The Observer Corps was comprised of malcontents, members of the Collective who desired neither the private worlds of the Collective, nor the prospect of the great sleep.
They were persons who were connected to the visceral and the real.
They wanted to take chances, to live in the midst of uncertainty.
This is not to say that the Observers were heroic, or fearless. The dangers they encountered were always accompanied by a failsafe. They might encounter a situation in which the body they lived in was harmed or killed, but there was always a back-up, a copy. For the most part, they only ever risked a doppelganger.
There were exceedingly rare occasions when an Observer was lost, when the fail-safes failed. On the occasions there was suspicion, many of the Observers suspected foul-play, believing in conspiracies, and plots.
Out of fear, they never looked closely into those incidents, allowing the Continuum to carry out its investigations, make determinations and respond.
Nevertheless, there was still a copy of the member to be revived, a version of their consciousness could be recreated from the time before they joined the Observer Corps.
These copies were like ghosts, spirits of the vanished.
They never came back fully adjusted, oftentimes opting for the great-sleep.
The Observers were sent into the galaxy to serve in posts that guided the Empire and its culture in ways that satisfied the voyeuristic desires of the Central Planet. They fulfilled the will of the Continuum, and served the Collective in those capacities.
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