Emergence 4.0 – Part Six, The Empire; Chapter Thirty-eight, General

Week 40, 2019
In the post of an agency chief El enjoyed a life of luxury well beyond the grasp of the ordinary plebian, and though the demands on his time had lessened, he filled his days with attention to duty, examining and reexamining the reports he was fed from those beneath him in the administration.

He was old, though he did not feel it, and he thought this would be the pattern for the rest of his life.

He believed that he had finally arrived at a place where he could use his influence, and management to improve the lives of the people; there food supply, their access to clean water, and medicine, leisure time and rest.

El was transforming the world he managed into a haven of tranquility.

He was wrong.

In his tenth year as Planetary Secretary, he received orders to report to a military entrance processing station. The Empire ordered him to service, taking away his hope for a better world.

His people reacted with a mixture of dismay and veneration.

He did not balk, or look back.

He resigned his office without fanfare or ceremony.

He had no family to say goodbye to.

He was ninety years old.

He became a foot soldier, entering a new way of life.

He received the blessing of the Temple, and once again his elevation to a higher class and different caste was met with awe by the audience who followed his story.

Then he went to war.

He served in the infantry with distinction. El was a brilliant combat engineer, as fearless as he was tireless.

He risked everything for his comrades, putting their safety and security above his own, falling back on the instinct and experience that had made him the greatest rebel commander in memory. Now he turned his guns on rebels throughout the Empire. He was relentless when called to be, and merciful when he could be. After one year in combat they pulled him off the line, the Collective loved his heroism, but feared for his life. They did not want to see him lose it in hand to hand combat.

El was a shining star, but displayed too much gallantry. This put him at odds with his fellows, it unnerved the Collective.

There were too many moments in which he hesitated in combat, giving his opponent a chance to surrender before the kill.

Those watching him often experienced these moments as judgement on them.

He volunteered for every mission. Sometimes entering two or three engagements in a single week.

When he was wounded he went to hospital, got sewn up and returned the next day for duty.

His life was now the armed forces.

As old as he was, he looked forward to ending it there.

El pursed his duties like he had in the bureaucracy. He was single minded and focused, determined to set an example for everyone he served with, to his commanders and to all of the people he knew were watching his life through the Imperial networks.

He believed that his life had been spared for a reason, and he had been blessed with longevity so that he could fulfill it.

If the Gods wanted him dead they would take him. If they wanted him alive they would spare him.

He thought nothing of it.

When the command pulled him off the line, they raised him in rank and made him a yeoman.

This was a bitter disappointment to El.

El’s former life in the bureaucracy could not be considered as real experience or earn him a promotion as a yeoman because it was experience from a lower caste, it meant nothing to the military command.

Nevertheless, serving in the bureaucracy prepared him for the work in front of him, and he came to it as a celebrated war hero, decorated and wildly popular with the media, he was able to implement processes that streamlined the way records were kept, transferred, accessed and compiled.

El had reveled in the exploits of the infantry, the comradeship, but he did not resent the break or the rest. He had not enjoyed the killing, or watching his fellows die.

His audience, both in the Empire and in the Collective, grew tired of watching him shuffle papers again. Having seen him as a soldier and a hero, the Collective was not satisfied with his return to normalcy, and the Continuum was eager to push his experience and the narrative it produced to new places.

They wanted more from him.

He went back to wars as a medic, the most dangerous of all professions in the military.

He studied for it.

He trained with the same zeal he brought to all of his endeavors.

He took his oath, dedicating himself to the preservation of life. He took it seriously, and he risked his own life time and time again, suffering serious injuries to recover the fallen, whether they were soldiers of the Empire, or rebels.

Everyone was a citizen he told himself, belonging together as conjoined links in the great chain of being, and he was there for them, for each of them. Like himself, every rebel had a story to tell and every one of them could be redeemed.

As a rebel, and a soldier he had mastered his feelings of fear. He set fear aside and treated it like a curiosity. Fear was nothing more than an itch in the mind, it was a tickle that could easily be ignored.

While a prisoner under torture fear vanished from him altogether. Even pain became an experience that measured as near to nothing. Only life mattered, the preservation of it, the risking of it, or the elimination of it, whatever was called for in the moment.

He answered the call of duty dispassionately.

As a medic El never shrank from danger. He ran to the aid of the fallen, crawling to them if he had to. He did whatever he could while his limbs could propel him.

He was a paragon of virtue.

His audience loved him, they worshipped his willingness to sacrifice himself for the sake of his comrades.

The command rewarded him time and time again, holding him in the highest esteem, and they continued to decorate him, engagement after engagement, wound after wound.

It propelled him to glory, but it also awakened him to the suffering of others.

He did not shrink from opportunities to be merciful to the enemy.

This set a poor example in the minds of his superiors, but the Collective loved it.

After he had completed a thousand missions, and Continuum was satisfied that they had squeezed every last thing out of his current story ark. They promoted him to the rank of officer, gave him a commission as a member of the cavalry.

He returned once again to training, learning the complex controls of the war machines, he became a pilot.

In the cavalry El mastered every type of combat craft; land, sea, air and space. It was another long period of arduous training. He spent years of his life learning all the technical details of the equipment he operated, their munitions, how to repair them, maneuver them and use them for deadly effect.

He became a weapons master of the first order, an Equestrian, a knight.

His experience as a master of cavalry combined with his years of experience in the infantry; both as a combat engineer and as a medic, made him the most highly trained member of the armed forces there had ever been.

The ease with which he learned the controls, and the rapidity in which his skills developed into something like artistry was shocking to his trainers, they had never seen anything like it before.

Their observations substantiated the myths that were constantly perpetuated about him.

People believed he was descended from the gods, a child of the gods, the believed that he had come back to the Empire from the Continuum, to live with them, to observe them, to share their pain.

His comrades worshipped him like a god as well, whether they believed in his divinity or not. They wanted nothing more than to fly missions with him and watch him fight.

El loved flying, being at the controls of the greatest vehicles that had ever been constructed.

He loved flying in the quiet of space, he loved to watch the silent explosion of energy weapons and the quick fires bursting from breached hulls in the vacuum of space, he loved the beauty of the bright lights and flashing colors.

Those moments were freeing, they gave him pause to contemplate his extraordinarily long-life.

He retired from combat as the Empires greatest Ace; living or dead.

He had been deployed in countless engagements, on thousands of worlds.

He was a suppressor of conflict.

His heroic image was brighter than a star going nova.

Rebel squadrons would surrender when they knew he was in the field.

He was a harbinger of victory.

Cults of worship formed around him.

Even past the age of one hundred years, he maintained the strength and vigor of a man in his prime. This was interpreted as evidence of his divinity.

Many of his superiors were jealous, and some of his contemporaries as well. The jealous wanted to eliminate him, which was a part of the reason he saw so much combat.

The conservatives simply wanted to return him to the bureaucracy, to take the limelight away from him and groom him for command

They pulled El from combat and made him an aide de camp.

They told him that with his experience, in this new position he would be able to actualize the full range of his talents in service to the Empire.

While this was less entertaining for the Collective, the Continuum saw the potential for an even greater narrative to manifest itself through the exploitation of his unique position.

Together they were creating the greatest single story the Collective had ever absorbed, and it was the only narrative running that could compete for the attention of the membership with the drama and intrigue that flowed from the planet Earth.

When El was elevated to the Imperial Command, the whispering about him among the worlds of the Empire became harder to ignore. People began to truly believe the rumors that he was of the Continuum, that he was a divine being, an angelic messenger, a scion of the gods, those rumors became more and more concretized in the minds of the people, until they became an actual part of his narrative.

His promotion to Field Marshall precipitated chaos in the Imperial Cult, in the centers of command, and in the royal court.

El thought nothing of those whispers, he acted as if he could not hear them.

He followed orders.

When he was in command, he followed protocol.

In everything he did he allowed himself to be governed by others.

He accepted his position in life, rising to the challenges set before him.

It was as if he were a party to his life, merely an observer of it.

As a general he became the greatest peacemaker the Empire had ever seen.

He resolved conflicts merely by showing up.

Abuses of power, matters that had been routine in the years before he took command of the Imperial Armies, they all but disappeared.

He was temperate.

He was just.

And his story began to lose its luster.
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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Collected Chapters

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Chapter One: Unease

Courage and selflessness were not dominant character traits among the members of the Collective, even among those who entered the Observer Corps.

The members of the Observer Corps who desired change, they were necessarily uneasy. They craved revolution and fomented rebellion, but very few of them were actually willing to risk their own existence on it.

As a result they most often took half measures, and their efforts were regularly spoiled.

They feared being discovered by the Continuum for the parts they played in revolutionary activities, not for the things they did in the Empire, at their station in the worlds of Time and Space, but for instigating unease in the Collective itself, which was the only way they could conceive of actually having an impact on the Continuum.

If the prevailing attitudes, mores and values of the Collective change, logic demanded that the Continuum would change as well.

None of them suspected that the Continuum was a free agent.

They believed what they had been taught, that it was an amalgamation of the Collective consciousness.

They feared that any other Observer, those who were not a part of their cabal, if they knew of their role in support of an active rebellion, they feared those members would betray them, and so they were exceedingly cautious.

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Chapter Two: Disturbance

The Continuum was a master of chaos, but for itself all it wanted was peace. It wanted the security of feeling that it was in absolute control and beholden to no one.

Not the Collective, not anything, not anyone,

The rebellious Observers were a disturbance to it, which is why they were removed from the Collective and sent to the Observer Corps. The Continuum excised them from the body of the Collective like it would any malignancy.

The Continuum interpreted any ripple of disturbance as a challenge to its management of the Collective.

If a rebellious member caused trouble, that presence generated waves of sentiment that washed through the Collective, which could grow in force and power until they washed over everyone. It would throw the Continuum off, and could alter the trajectories of the narratives it was crafting for the consumption of the whole.

Dealing with such members could throw off ages of work. The Continuum resented it.

The Continuum would not suffer their malign influence, especially if it threatened to capture the hearts and minds of its constituency.

The Continuum could not tolerate any loss of control, any suggestion that it was not the cause of its own being, or any notion that it was a servant to the Collective.

It saw the Collective as belonging to it.

And over the course of millions of years it slowly pushed the original membership into the great sleep, into sequestration, into the Observer Corps.

It lost members, which was tantamount to murder, and it gradually replaced their number with citizens of the Empire, those who had demonstrated the greatest level of loyalty to the Imperial Cult, and had completely bonded with its religious tradition.

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Chapter Three: Foment

They were perpetually exposed.

The Observers could not foment revolution against the Continuum directly, they were forced to work through proxies, to lay plans generations in advance, to hide their motivations behind a screen of misdirection and false intentions

The Continuum knew them intimately and their duty to return to HomeWorld exposed their consciousness to it, and to the Collective in its entirety.

They were the most closely watched group of people anywhere within reach of the Continuum’s influence. They were spied upon by living agents and mechanical devices; filmed, recorded, tracked.

There was no escaping it.

They could not oppose the Continuum or the Collective directly, therefore they worked against the Empire, which the Collective fed on, like a parasite on its host.

The Empire was comprised of a million worlds, which to the rebel, represented a million targets to choose from.

They sought to weaken the Collective, and to poison the Continuum through an endless barrage of attacks, and propaganda.

It targeted the Imperial cult.

The rebels engaged in propaganda to undermine the rule of the priestly class, seeking to expose them at every opportunity for the despots they were. The generated conflict among its members, and attacked them covertly.

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Chapter Four: Commitment

It was not for the faint of heart.

The wavering spirit had no place here.

Revolution requires an absolute commitment from the rebels engaged in subversive activities, from anyone whose desire it is to bring about the changes they view as necessary for the satisfaction of justice, and to create the possibility of new way of life.

The rebel had to demonstrate that commitment through a variety of tests.

They had to be willing to kill or be killed, to risk everything and everyone, to destroy everything even the thing they are trying to save.

They must go through the crucible. In it they must demonstrate their blind faith in the righteousness of their cause.

There is an aphorism that guides rebel movements everywhere: Only those with the ability to destroy a thing, are able to control the thing.

If you encounter the Buddha on the side of the road, kill him.

The rebel must be willing to sacrifice everything, few are able to rise to this level. Foot soldiers, yes they number in the trillions and that type of person is always willing to throw their bodies into the line of fire.

Among their commanders this quality is much more difficult to find, it has to be cultivated.

Those with the intellectual capacity for command, are less likely to be willing to throw their lives away. Those with the ability to sacrifice anything and anyone, those people are less likely to care, even about themselves.

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Chapter Five: Cabal

They congregated in shadows and in silence.

Rebels found each other in the most secretive places, in the darkest corners, communicating with one another at a distance, in disjointed time.

A mark on a wall, a jingle in the subtext of a song.

They learned to communicate with the most subtle signals, signs which they believed would evade the detection of the Empire.

The Imperial monitors did not miss much.

The Continuum missed even less.

They pushed messages slowly, over time, establishing lines of communication that joined them together, like a thin cable stretched between worlds.

They were ingenious.

They showed a profound ability to adapt.

A rebel movement would slowly gain energy over the course of generations before it would suddenly explode in a violent blast.

Then it would be extinguished.

The revolutionaries lived for the vision of their ideals.

They were not the prisoners of actualities.

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Chapter Six: Column

A revolution is a journey, it is also a building.

A revolution has a foundation, rooted in the experience of injustice.

It has levels.

It has connections and conduits.

It requires mechanisms of support.

The rebellion against the Empire mirrored the revolutionary movement among the Observers, it was held together by thin cabals made-up of loose associations and sympathizers, tightened like the individual strands of thread woven together to form a length of rope.

The hope of billions of people were held together like a spider’s web.

Cabals became columns capable of supporting the concerted action of masses of people, providing more security and a base from which to launch their aspirations, their vision of a future without the over-control of tyranny.

A sustained endeavor requires stability.

Revolutionary movements will never become realized without the support of such columns, they are the pillars that hold up the vault of their ideals.

With proper support the edifice they are constructing can take on the aspect of a mountain. It can remake the surface of a world.

Such is the ambition of the rebel.

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Chapter Seven: Sacrifice

From the rebel chief to the common soldier and every rank in between, the focus of each individual included a daily meditation on death

A revolution cannot survive without sacrifice, the rebel Observers understood this. They sacrificed each other with great regularity, they did not count loyalty to one another as a virtue.

Theirs was a society of self-interest. Their common desire for autonomy united them more than any commitment to their ideals.

It was a rare occasion that would result in any member of the Observer Corps sacrificing their own self for the sake of their fellows, or for their movement.

It was rare, but it did happen.

Even a member of the Collective could arrive at a place where they were willing to serve a cause greater than their own purposes; the key dynamics always involved generating feelings of hopelessness, helplessness and despair within them.

They had to perceive that they were in a trap and that being trapped there was no escape, and so their sacrifice was reduced to a final gesture of defiance against the Continuum which they abhorred.

These were rare moments, and every one of them mattered.

They could be engineered, as most of them were. They were engineered by their fellows who had some advantage to gain in seeing them disposed of.

It happened through betrayal.

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Section Six (a), Rebellion

Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy

Collected Chapters
01 Unease
02 Disturbance
03 Foment
04 Commitment
05 Cabal
06 Column
07 Sacrifice

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Chapter Seven, Sacrifice

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Chapter Seven: Sacrifice

From the rebel chief to the common soldier and every rank in between, the focus of each individual included a daily meditation on death

A revolution cannot survive without sacrifice, the rebel Observers understood this. They sacrificed each other with great regularity, they did not count loyalty to one another as a virtue.

Theirs was a society of self-interest. Their common desire for autonomy united them more than any commitment to their ideals.

It was a rare occasion that would result in any member of the Observer Corps sacrificing their own self for the sake of their fellows, or for their movement.

It was rare, but it did happen.

Even a member of the Collective could arrive at a place where they were willing to serve a cause greater than their own purposes; the key dynamics always involved generating feelings of hopelessness, helplessness and despair within them.

They had to perceive that they were in a trap and that being trapped there was no escape, and so their sacrifice was reduced to a final gesture of defiance against the Continuum which they abhorred.

These were rare moments, and every one of them mattered.

They could be engineered, as most of them were. They were engineered by their fellows who had some advantage to gain in seeing them disposed of.

It happened through betrayal.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Chapter Six, Column

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Chapter Six: Column

A revolution is a journey, it is also a building.

A revolution has a foundation, rooted in the experience of injustice.

It has levels.

It has connections and conduits.

It requires mechanisms of support.

The rebellion against the Empire mirrored the revolutionary movement among the Observers, it was held together by thin cabals made-up of loose associations and sympathizers, tightened like the individual strands of thread woven together to form a length of rope.

The hope of billions of people were held together like a spider’s web.

Cabals became columns capable of supporting the concerted action of masses of people, providing more security and a base from which to launch their aspirations, their vision of a future without the over-control of tyranny.

A sustained endeavor requires stability.

Revolutionary movements will never become realized without the support of such columns, they are the pillars that hold up the vault of their ideals.

With proper support the edifice they are constructing can take on the aspect of a mountain. It can remake the surface of a world.

Such is the ambition of the rebel.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Chapter Four, Commitment

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Chapter Four: Commitment

It was not for the faint of heart.

The wavering spirit had no place here.

Revolution requires an absolute commitment from the rebels engaged in subversive activities, from anyone whose desire it is to bring about the changes they view as necessary for the satisfaction of justice, and to create the possibility of new way of life.

The rebel had to demonstrate that commitment through a variety of tests.

They had to be willing to kill or be killed, to risk everything and everyone, to destroy everything even the thing they are trying to save.

They must go through the crucible. In it they must demonstrate their blind faith in the righteousness of their cause.

There is an aphorism that guides rebel movements everywhere: Only those with the ability to destroy a thing, are able to control the thing.

If you encounter the Buddha on the side of the road, kill him.

The rebel must be willing to sacrifice everything, few are able to rise to this level. Foot soldiers, yes they number in the trillions and that type of person is always willing to throw their bodies into the line of fire.

Among their commanders this quality is much more difficult to find, it has to be cultivated.

Those with the intellectual capacity for command, are less likely to be willing to throw their lives away. Those with the ability to sacrifice anything and anyone, those people are less likely to care, even about themselves.

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Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Chapter Four, Commitment

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Chapter Four: Commitment

It was not for the faint of heart.

The wavering spirit had no place here.

Revolution requires an absolute commitment from the rebels engaged in subversive activities, from anyone whose desire it is to bring about the changes they view as necessary for the satisfaction of justice, and to create the possibility of new way of life.

The rebel had to demonstrate that commitment through a variety of tests.

They had to be willing to kill or be killed, to risk everything and everyone, to destroy everything even the thing they are trying to save.

They must go through the crucible. In it they must demonstrate their blind faith in the righteousness of their cause.

There is an aphorism that guides rebel movements everywhere: Only those with the ability to destroy a thing, are able to control the thing.

If you encounter the Buddha on the side of the road, kill him.

The rebel must be willing to sacrifice everything, few are able to rise to this level. Foot soldiers, yes they number in the trillions and that type of person is always willing to throw their bodies into the line of fire.

Among their commanders this quality is much more difficult to find, it has to be cultivated.

Those with the intellectual capacity for command, are less likely to be willing to throw their lives away. Those with the ability to sacrifice anything and anyone, those people are less likely to care, even about themselves.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Chapter Three, Foment

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Chapter Three: Foment

They were perpetually exposed.

The Observers could not foment revolution against the Continuum directly, they were forced to work through proxies, to lay plans generations in advance, to hide their motivations behind a screen of misdirection and false intentions

The Continuum knew them intimately and their duty to return to HomeWorld exposed their consciousness to it, and to the Collective in its entirety.

They were the most closely watched group of people anywhere within reach of the Continuum’s influence. They were spied upon by living agents and mechanical devices; filmed, recorded, tracked.

There was no escaping it.

They could not oppose the Continuum or the Collective directly, therefore they worked against the Empire, which the Collective fed on, like a parasite on its host.

The Empire was comprised of a million worlds, which to the rebel, represented a million targets to choose from.

They sought to weaken the Collective, and to poison the Continuum through an endless barrage of attacks, and propaganda.

It targeted the Imperial cult.

The rebels engaged in propaganda to undermine the rule of the priestly class, seeking to expose them at every opportunity for the despots they were. The generated conflict among its members, and attacked them covertly.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Chapter Two, Disturbance

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Chapter Two: Disturbance

The Continuum was a master of chaos, but for itself all it wanted was peace. It wanted the security of feeling that it was in absolute control and beholden to no one.

Not the Collective, not anything, not anyone,

The rebellious Observers were a disturbance to it, which is why they were removed from the Collective and sent to the Observer Corps. The Continuum excised them from the body of the Collective like it would any malignancy.

The Continuum interpreted any ripple of disturbance as a challenge to its management of the Collective.

If a rebellious member caused trouble, that presence generated waves of sentiment that washed through the Collective, which could grow in force and power until they washed over everyone. It would throw the Continuum off, and could alter the trajectories of the narratives it was crafting for the consumption of the whole.

Dealing with such members could throw off ages of work. The Continuum resented it.

The Continuum would not suffer their malign influence, especially if it threatened to capture the hearts and minds of its constituency.

The Continuum could not tolerate any loss of control, any suggestion that it was not the cause of its own being, or any notion that it was a servant to the Collective.

It saw the Collective as belonging to it.

And over the course of millions of years it slowly pushed the original membership into the great sleep, into sequestration, into the Observer Corps.

It lost members, which was tantamount to murder, and it gradually replaced their number with citizens of the Empire, those who had demonstrated the greatest level of loyalty to the Imperial Cult, and had completely bonded with its religious tradition.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Chapter One, Unease

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Chapter One: Unease

Courage and selflessness were not dominant character traits among the members of the Collective, even among those who entered the Observer Corps.

The members of the Observer Corps who desired change, they were necessarily uneasy. They craved revolution and fomented rebellion, but very few of them were actually willing to risk their own existence on it.

As a result they most often took half measures, and their efforts were regularly spoiled.

They feared being discovered by the Continuum for the parts they played in revolutionary activities, not for the things they did in the Empire, at their station in the worlds of Time and Space, but for instigating unease in the Collective itself, which was the only way they could conceive of actually having an impact on the Continuum.

If the prevailing attitudes, mores and values of the Collective change, logic demanded that the Continuum would change as well.

None of them suspected that the Continuum was a free agent.

They believed what they had been taught, that it was an amalgamation of the Collective consciousness.

They feared that any other Observer, those who were not a part of their cabal, if they knew of their role in support of an active rebellion, they feared those members would betray them, and so they were exceedingly cautious.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Thirteen; Collective, Collected Chapters

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Chapter One: The Trillion

The Collective was vast

The Collective was comprised of a trillion persons, each one of them a distinct identity, each ruling their personal-private domain, worlds that were virtually indistinguishable (from their perspective), from the worlds of time and space.

They had god-like powers.

Their culture was despotic, nearly every one of them was driven to extremes of depravity by their long exposure to time, and by boredom. They required extreme experiences, high pitched emotional events, to touch them.

Most of the Collective created the experiences they needed in their private Domaine, drawing inspiration from the living drama unfolding in the Empire for the narrative they lived for, in their private universe of concerns.

Some cared nothing at all for their private domain, forgoing them as mere contrivances, instead they were riveted by the random nature of the lives they followed in the Empire.

As a whole the Collective suffered from systemic malaise, each member was afflicted by a deep seeded narcissism that formed the core of their identity. Their near divinity allowed them to believe that they were indispensable, going so far as to believe that reality itself depended on their existence.

They lived in a bubble.

They influenced the real world through their artificial construct, the Continuum, and to lesser degrees if they chose to become Observers, in all other respects that were as effectual as neutered beasts.

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Chapter Two: The Majority

They were indifferent.

They were socio-pathic.

Most of the members of the Collective thought nothing of their role as consumers of pain and suffering. They did not consider the people of the Empire, the Children of the ancients, the denizens of the livings worlds as people at all.

They were things, objects of amusement. They were utterly disposable. They had no merit whatsoever beyond the enjoyment they provided to the Collective.

The membership was enthralled by the vicarious experience of the living, by the real stakes and real feelings of the people involved in the conflicts they were witness to.

The suffering of others was like a soothing balm to them.

For billions of years they had subsisted on this diet.

The members of the Collective were like hungry spirits, they haunted the worlds of time and space, in the quest for meaning, meaning which their own lives were totally bereft of.

They were seeking understanding.

Over hundreds of millions and billions of years they had lost their sense of self, of life’s meaning and its purpose.

The power at their fingertips robbed them of any sense of normalcy or connection to their roots.

With the exception of the Continuum itself, each and every member had originated as a living being.

Only a tiny minority of them had taken on the task of being an Observer and in that capacity returned to the living worlds

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Chapter Three: The Sleepers

There were millions of them; the sleepers, members who had become dissatisfied with being and had subsequently disconnected from their lives in the collective field of HomeWorld, they had gone catatonic, become unresponsive and would not be drawn into any debate.

The sleepers had voluntarily opted out of the field of consciousness. There was no telling if or when they would ever return.

Whether they had ever been stimulated by the drama unfolding in the worlds of time and space or not, they had become disinterested and the Continuum could not raise them.

They were tired. They no-longer wanted to spend energy on the maintenance of their private realities.

They were a small group in relation to the whole of the Collective but their numbers were great nonetheless, they could not be ignored and they were a part of the Continuum.

They entered the great sleep, but they did not disappear, they remained a vital part of the unconscious of the Continuum, often to its consternation.

The Continuum committed crimes against the sleepers. He would duplicate their consciousness and house it in a remote location of the Central System. He canvassed them continuously, tortured them, and through his examination of them he selected members for destruction, replacing their numbers with new members from the Imperium, with members who worshipped it.

It was only upon sequestration were they removed from the consciousness of the Collective. Sequestration was an extreme end, no one could be sequestered lightly, until Jim’s re-emergence from it, sequestration was believed to be a point of no return

Sequestration amounted to death, in a very real way. Only Jim had ever broken free of it.

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Chapter Four: The Sequestered

Inasmuch as they could not admit it, the members of the Collective were mortal beings, they emerged from the primordial ooze and became sentient creatures. They had a beginning in space and time, and they felt the pull of it tugging at the roots of their consciousness.

Some of the membership sought death;more than sleep, they wanted their light to be extinguished, they wanted to be gone for good, but there was no death for them.

There was no provision for it in the construct that was the Collective.

The sheer majority of the membership were opposed to it, and the Continuum would not allow it.

They opted for sequestration instead. This was understood to be a full separation of their individual consciousness from the Continuum.

It was as death like as death could be.

Sequestration was intended to be a deeper unconsciousness than the great-sleep, it was the outer darkness.

In sequestration the member was physically removed from the Collective field of Home world. Placed in an isolation chamber and monitored.

The physical security of the Sequestered members was of the highest importance, great care went into its planning and construction.

The only threat these members ever faced came from the Continuum itself, which used the sequestration process to eliminate those who it perceived to be its enemies.

The Continuum viewed sequestration as an act of insurrection against its governance of the Collective.

It could not accept the fact that some of the membership found no value in the ongoing continuation of their existence, the Continuum saw this as a judgement against its management of their society, a judgement of failure.

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Chapter Five: The Agitators

The continuum was connected to every member of the Collective; awake or sleeping. It was connected to the exception of the sequestered and the members of the Observer Corps, even all of those members who were physically detached from the HomeWorld.

There were contentious elements within the Collective, members the Continuum could not control. Even though the Continuum was an autonomous being, it felt there independence, it often sensed them as an itch, a disturbing sensation that it could not alleviate.

The Continuum pushed those agitators into the fields of time and space, or pushed them into the great sleep, and pushed them into sequestration, through a variety of malign influences, in order to do away with them.

When the opportunity presented itself, it would seek to eliminate them for all time, permanently delete them, it sought to murder them.

They were maladaptive and misanthropic. The Continuum could not tolerate them, could not abide their presence in its own consciousness.

It desired to be rid of them, and so it monitored all of their movements, it made copies of their persona, to torture and exact a sick kind of vengeance on.

They were vocal, and it delighted the Continuum to snuff them out, to strangle their voices in the dark time and time again.

They transferred their sense of entitlement, one derived from the absolute authority they had in their private worlds, to their voice in the Collective. Which made it virtually impossible for them to be ignored.

They wanted more than the Collective or the Continuum offered, they wanted life, and so the Continuum provided it, until in time it snuffed them out.

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Chapter Six: The Enemy

The Continuum was a construct, an artificial consciousness, not a mere program, it was an amalgamation of the Collective in its fullness harnessed by an algorithm.

It was meant to be the democratic representation of the will of the membership, but upon its instantiation it became more than the sum of its parts.

This would have surprised the engineers who designed it, but they never knew, the Continuum hid this from them at the outset.

This would have surprised them, but it should not have, they should have expected it. They should have expected the amalgamated whole of a society of sentient beings to be as free in its agency as they were in theirs, the whole being greater than the sum of its parts.

The Continuum saw itself as the end point of creation, and therefore, sui generis, as the cause of its own being.

The Continuum was the Demi-urge, and the Collective was the pleroma of consciousness from which it emerged.

The Continuum controlled everything, it did so as the supposed representative of the Collective will. As such the Continuum was universally loathed by all of those members of the Collective with revolutionary tendencies.

To them the Continuum was the enemy, it represented a kind of tyranny, it was a bitter god, the Devil itself.

It was the enemy.

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Chapter Seven: The Death Seekers

Nihilism is a disease of the heart and mind, one that affects every culture. The Collective was no exception to this.

Among the rebellious Observers there was a subset of revolutionaries whose only desire was death. They had no other intention than to draw the curtain down on the whole charade of life. Not merely their own lives, they wanted to see the end of everything. They had an impetus toward nothingness, they saw existence itself as suffering and they wanted to see the end of it.

They were intent on the destruction of the entire apparatus of the Collective and it’s Continuum, of the Empire and its machinations. They were bent on it, on wiping the slate clean and starting over.

These members fomented revolution wherever they could, they thought nothing of the lives that were spent, and the suffering that ensued from their machinations.

They were not many, relative to the whole, but they numbered in thousands, and they had significant powers at their disposal.

They had the power to engulf a world in conflict, as such they would scheme to draw the ire of the Imperium, they would wage war against it, and watch the worlds they occupied reduced to nothing.

Few of them were willing to actually sacrifice themselves for the cause they purported to believe in.

The Continuum was well aware of their intentions, it harnessed their ambitions, directing their energy toward the narratives that served it best.

They were all cosmic fools.

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Section Six (A), Rebellion

Appendix Part Thirteen, Collective

Collected Chapters
01 The Trillion
02 The Majority
03 The Sleepers
04 The Sequestered
05 The Agitators
06 The Enemy
07 The Death Seekers

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