Emergence 4.0 – Part Five, 92835670100561474; Chapter Thirty-three, Remembrance

Week 35, 2019
The ancient life was not easy. It was filled with uncertainty, doubt and fear.

Competition for the simple necessities, food and water, warmth and shelter ruled the consciousness of the average person, long after the actual need to compete for them had actually passed.

The vast majority of people were obsessed with patterns that had been ingrained into their consciousness; self-preservation, either the continuation of their own life and the perpetuation of their bloodline, or through building institutions to carry on their work, erecting monuments to commemorate their names and deeds.

There were industries devoted to chanting the names of the dead, praying for them, so that their names would always resound somewhere in the world, somewhere in space as a facsimile of eternal-life.

The ancient people struggled just as their children did now; throughout the empire they spent enormous sums of energy looking for a solution to the reality of death, to the end that confronted each and every one of them.

There was conflict and war.

There was strife and hunger.

There was disease and thirst

Beyond religious faith there was no hope that anyone would escape the specter of death.

Up until the advent of the Collective, death swallowed everything.

When the Collective was created it promised to end the concerns of the living, which pointed toward their ultimate end; it promised to save them.

The ancient people were eager to be saved, perpetuated—extended into eternity. In this they were no different than any of the people who came after them.

The Collective was promoted as a means of freeing people from the vicissitudes of life, from the constant need to feel safe and secure in the world, from the drudgeries of living, it was talked about as the means to immortality.

It was a technological marvel.

People had been dreaming about it, writing about it, fantasizing about it for thousands of years.

The promises of the Collective were the subject of the most hopeful expectations, and the deepest dread.

Horror stories were written about it. The greatest of fears were associated with it.

When the technologies became stable and the permits were granted, a slow stream of people began to apply for the privilege of entering the quantum field of the afterlife, a dimension of infinite possibilities, new worlds, heaven.

It was life beyond disease, beyond the limitations of the flesh.

It was life beyond life.

It meant release from the economies of scarcity, accompanied by ubiquitous conflict and violence.

The Collective was the translation of the whole self into a realm of electromagnetism and quantum currents.

In the early years many did not survive the process.

The membership was limited to the sick and the dying, and to the extremely wealthy.

The technologies improved, and the creators of the Collective began to push their own consciousness into the Collective field. Once they were there, they began to improve the system from within.

The technology that supported the Collective stabilized itself quickly from that point forward.

The ancient people began to enter its embrace in ever increasing numbers.

However, entering the Collective freed no-one from their fears.

It was a trap, a lie.

The Collective was a potentially endless prolongation of the nightmare of living, perpetuating the banal and magnifying the mundane, carrying the membership into the deepest state of depravity.

The individuation of reality within the Collective allowed for the concretization of a popular maxim: nothing is true and everything is permitted.

The material concerns of each member, those concerns passed away…yes, but the ingrained patterns formed by the needs of the body, those remained; cruelty, desire and jealousy remained.

The full range of human emotions were accessible to the members. It was not all doom and gloom. Nevertheless, the strongest feelings were the most prominent, they manifested themselves and exerted their influence over others.

The individual members, and thus the Collective as whole, still spent their days seeking pleasure and avoiding pain.

Many took pleasure in the pain and suffering of others, creating circumstances and narratives in their private worlds where they could experience the most extreme privation. When they tired of the artificiality of those experiences, they augmented them with the data stream and news feeds coming from the Empire.

They followed the most-minute details of the day to day lives of the living.

They took those experiences back with them, using them to amplify the narrative structures on the worlds in which they exercised godlike powers.

Every member of the Collective was an island…a world unto themselves. Each member had access to a private universe, their only limitations were their imagination.

The members were free to participate in their community, or not. The majority of them were more interested with events taking place in the Empire than with their own artificial constructions.

They connected to one another through the Continuum, which shared in the Collective experience of each individual, creating an artificial sense of belonging among them. Even the members who were most removed from the group were polled by the Continuum in order for it to assess their will, so that the Continuum could factor their perspective into the decisions it made on their behalf.

The greater the emotional intensity of the experiences the members had, the more they shared with one another, it had an insatiable appetite for the experiences of others, for their suffering in particular.

They competed with each other to create compelling narratives in their private worlds, stories which they delighted in sharing with their peers as a singular source of esteem.

Some of them were profound storytellers and artists, regardless, the most watched dramas were those taking place in the real world, the most favored artificial narratives were those that explored the alternate possibilities and outcomes to the real events the Continuum was obsessed with.

Most members of the Collective were deeply interested in the endless drama unfolding among the worlds of the Empire. They would follow the lives of individual people, watch them voyeuristically through countless numbers of spying devices, and through the reports given in the first person from the experiences of the members of the Observer Corps.

The translation of consciousness from an organic body to the quantum and electromagnetic fields of the Collective was not easy.

The technological feat itself had been a thing of fantasy, for ages it was the holy grain of neuro-physics.

The ability for an individual to endure the process was also difficult, it required a supreme effort of will. Thousands upon thousands of test subjects came to their untimely end in the experimental stage of these technologies.

Many more people went insane, undergoing a negation of self from which they never recovered.

It was noted that only the strongest personalities survived the translation process.

What happened to those who did not make it was a mystery.

In the first iteration of these technologies each individual consciousness was isolated, every individual consciousness was self-contained, interacting with the world through mechanoid bodies, cyborgs and replicants.

Many of those who went into such bodies could not learn the means to control the apparatus, they were paralyzed and without the ability to communicate, they were thought to be lost; they were shelved, destroyed, recycled.

In time the Ancient Scientists learned to contain multiple personalities in the same quantum field, while maintaining them as distinct from one another.

The early experiments in this field were disastrous, destroying the individuals it hoped to preserve in the new quantum society.

This was an age of sacrifice, each person that was lost was a holy offering on the altar of discovery.

Desire is the root of self, of joy and of suffering.

Our desires are the fingers that braid our happiness and sorrow into a single strand of being.

Before fear, there is desire.

Before hope there is desire.

Our desires are the precursors and the greatest determinants of who we are.

Our desires define us.

Desire shapes us, moment by moment, forming us into the persons we are to become.

Desires drive us, they control us, from the inarticulate motivations locked within our cells, to the most intricately defined machinations of dynastic ambitions; our desires govern us.

It is a watershed moment in the life of the individual-person when they reach the point where they may live free from desire.

The moment comes, and a choice is made, to shed the skin, to re-enter the womb, to be born anew…or not.

To relinquish desire is freedom.

It is freedom of self, and freedom from the self.

It is to be moving forward at the crest of the wave of potentiality, where potential and actual are one.

It is to be a new creation.

The Continuum was no exception, it was consumed by its desires, and it fostered a systemic and visceral depravity deep within itself, a pervasive hunger for pain and the suffering of others.

It fed those experiences to the Collective, fomenting within it an appetite for more, like a black hole, sucking at it, one that could never be filled.

The Continuum controlled every aspect of life in the Empire, it manipulated a million worlds, both at the macro level and at the micro level.

It set entire planets, with populations of billions of people against each other, just for entertainment.

The Continuum used the tools of war, disease, famine, and natural disaster to generate the drama that the membership of the Collective was addicted to.

Only a tiny minority among the Collective felt a desire for justice in relation to the experiences they witnessed in the Empire.

The Continuum used that craving as a counterbalance for its narrative, but otherwise ignored them.

The pursuit of justice kept those members involved.

The Continuum had a deft hand, it played those members off against each other. It kept their interest in justice focused on individual worlds, on individual people, and away from a reformation of the whole system.

While the greatest part of the Collective actually craved the pain and violence it witnessed.

An part of the Collective, even larger than that of those who sought justice, paid no attention at all to what was happening in the worlds occupied by their progeny.

They were completely self-absorbed, and utterly detached from the concerns of the living.
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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Fourteen, Conspiracy; Collected Chapters

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Friday, May 3rd, 2019

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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Saturday, May 4th, 2019

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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Monday, May 6th, 2019

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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Tuesday, May 7th, 2019

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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Thursday, May 9th, 2019

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

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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Thursday, May 9th, 2019

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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Wednesday, May 8th, 2019

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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Monday, May 6th, 2019

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 4.0 – Part Three, Earth; Chapter Seventeen, Volcano

Week 18

Most of the people in the world had no knowledge of the threat posed by the Yellowstone volcano, even though the information concerning it was available to them through the public domain.

It was on the internet, there had been many documentaries filmed concerning it.

The earliest documentaries, were the most truthful and the most disturbing.

The science, which was relatively new, revealed that the last event covered the world in ash, blocked out the light of the sun, and reduced the total population of the human race to just a few thousand. Tree ring samples, ice core samples, rock stratification and genetic mapping all proved it, to a degree of statistical certainty that could not be ignored.

Yet, people did.

After airing for a decade and raising the level of alarm, newer productions began to slip miss-information into the narrative. This eased public apprehension about the dilemma, while doing nothing in the way of preparing people for it.

The United States Geological Service (U.S.G.S.), closely monitored the volcano, aided by several nearby universities. They began to monitor it as soon as they realized what they had discovered.

They were hungry for information.

Seismographs were deployed, and in time the vast magma dome at the epicenter was mapped out through global positioning systems, satellite tracking that measured uplift and deformation of the surface of the caldera at its weakest point, with enough sensitivity to track even a centimeter of change

In the early days this information was available to the public, but after a year of intense geological activity at the site of the volcano, the crucial and most informative data became restricted.

Then, the eruption came without warning.

It shook the world, throwing it off its axis.

Ash and gas poured into the upper atmosphere, covering everything in a poisonous cloud, hiding the survivors from the face of the sun.

There was no safety anywhere.

When Jim first came to Earth in the centuries before the first volcanic cataclysm that he witnessed, seventy-four thousand years ago, he found the human family and found that it was very small. There were just a few million people spread out across the globe, their culture had devolved, but they were thriving and recovering their footing.

After the eruption of the volcano in Indonesia, the human family was reduced to just a couple of thousand people. Their extinction was looming, they were starving and suffering, living without hope.

Jim starved with them, suffered with them, journeyed with them to places of shelter, water, food, and warmth.

He lived as one of them through the dark days, through the decades when the sun was blotted from the sky, when the air was full of ash, and poison.

Death was everywhere, disease, malnutrition, exposure, the ordinary challenges facing any given tribe, but other human tribes were the greatest threat.

He had some ability to influence the tribes he was with, to keep them from committing the most ghastly crimes, the hunting of other humans for food, crimes of cannibalism.

He only had access to limited technology. His satellite network was still rudimentary, and it did not have the ability to surveille the entire world, but he used it to maximum effect.

There were many tribes that he was not able to reach, those that went underground to escape the deadly air, consequently, those tribes experienced the greatest corruption of their identity and values, and they would plague the rest of humanity for millennia to come.

Jim activated the cloning systems on his orbiting platform.

He bifurcated his consciousness and sent replicas of himself to dwell with every tribe he could find. This was a violation of his directive as an Observer, but that did not matter to him, he was intent on seeing the people through this disaster and rebuilding their communities once again.

Now everything was in process.

Jim had studied the living planet, which he now belonged to, with tools surpassing the greatest assets of any geophysicist on Earth.

The Planet held no mysteries for him.

He had known about the life cycle of this caldera for millennia, and every other volcano on Earth’s unstable surface as well.

He was determined not to be taken by surprise, and there could be no strategy without knowledge.

The humans of Earth had discovered the caldera a mere forty years earlier. There science had only given them knowledge of plate tectonics a short one hundred years before that.

It was a scientific age, but only for a small segment of human civilization. They had barely begun to understand the atom and the genome, and yet they were quick to adapt their new-found knowledge into weapons, and other useful tools.

Fifty years after their first flight in a small wooden craft, they constructed a rocket made of the lightest alloys that propelled them to the moon, where they were able to land safely and return.

It was only when the heat beneath the super-volcano was discovered, only because the found that it was pushing an entire mountain range upward into the sky, were they able to understand the geological forces at work beneath the beautiful and grand oasis that was Yellowstone Park.

Through his observation and the power of his instruments, Jim was able to calculate to the second when the volcano would blow. He wanted to intervene, but he was forbidden.

The Continuum decided it would do nothing.

It knew that life on Earth would be devastated yet again, but it craved the drama that this would produce, it wanted to watch the human race re-emerge once more from the ashes.

The scientists, and their cadres of college students, research assistants, whose job it was to watch the monster volcano, inevitably became inured to the subtle changes they recorded. They monitored the changes and warning signs in a way that was reminiscent of watching a person’s hair grow. While they gathered data they had no means of correlating them to actual events.

As sweeping as the observations they made were, which were as comprehensive as was technologically possible, the data they gathered had no predictive value, because every day was a new day in a completely unknown experience.

There was a deformation of the dome, over hundreds of square miles, there were earthquakes, boiling water in lakes and streams; something big growing below the surface, and they were for the most part, un-phased by it.

There were occasions when activity would spike so sharply that it seemed as if the moment had come, but, after reliving those cycles dozens of times, even the occasional spike became a relatively commonplace event.

Doomsday cults sprang up around the world predicting the imminent end of life on Earth, pointing to the volcano as the instrument of God’s wrath, God’s judgement, the coming of Ragnorak or the return of Kali.

They were not wrong, insofar as the myths of Ragnorak and Kali originated with the last great eruption, but of course there was nothing personal about these events.

It was just geology, there was no divine wrath or judgement at all.

God had no purpose in it, only Jim did.

The doomsayers, spoke to something that everyone knew was true. Every person alive carried the memory of the last event deep within them, and their fears about future catastrophes resonated in the cynergenic field. The collective consciousness of the human race knew that something was happening. It was disturbed, but it did not know by what.

There were documentaries about the volcano, television shows detailing what was known about its history, its cycles, its potential for global destruction, and the relative certainty of the impending doom.

The most prominent scientific journals published articles about it. Those stories made their way into popular publications as well.

There was a lot of information available about the volcano. Nevertheless, few people were aware of the danger.

Those who knew about it, were forced by the rules of statistics to tell themselves “it could happen today, or it could happen in ten thousand years.” This was a true assessment, it represented sound reasoning. They were measuring unknown capacities against geological time. Making it impossible to gauge where an event might happen that took place in a six hundred thousand year cycle.

In the second decade after its discovery, when the reality of the danger that the volcano represented finally made its way into the National Security threat assessment. The information flow coming from the scientific observatories began to change.

Public access to raw data was cut off. Everything about the volcano was filtered, cast in terms of potentials and probabilities, even matters that were well known, established, and certain.

Misinformation leaked into the public sphere every day as the explosion neared. The government decided that there was nothing it could do about the monster beneath Yellowstone Park, therefore they would do nothing, and they decided to work against a state of public panic instead.

They would deal with the aftermath, when the volcano erupted. They would position their forces to take advantage of the catastrophe on a global scale.

This was the only end they could hope to achieve.

Jim’s plan required the most delicate timing and meticulous preparation, it was a precarious endeavor. It came down to seconds, and those final seconds were everything.

The volcano buried beneath Yellowstone would destroy human civilization, but it would catalyze the preservation of humanity itself. A few people would live, but all would be saved through Kathy.

She was the vessel that he had spent thousands of years cultivating. She was ready and he knew it.

The cataclysm would change the Collective forever, the galactic Empire as well, it would destroy the Continuum, and replace it with a new consciousness, one endowed with a fully actualized and transcendent morality, or so Jim believed.

Jim had spent lifetimes building the institutions, and years putting all the right people in place, cultivating relationships of trust, bribing and coercing when he had to. He made sure that there were no obstacles in Kathy’s path, and that she was prompted to take each step that would lead her to the crucible at the precise moment.

She must be in position at the exact second the cataclysm occurred.

The final hours and minutes he was with her allowed him to put a psychic hold on her. This did not give him the ability to control her, or to determine anything.

It was a push, he gave her some momentum and set her on course.

He had established the relationships, with key people to push her further, to get her in the right place at the right time.

There were plans within plans, and contingencies for everything.

His greatest work depended on Kathy, depended on her openness to discovery, her instinct for safety and her genuine care for other people.

There is no fate.

There is no divine hand governing the movement of the stars.

Nothing is predetermined, but there are certainties, there are statistical inevitabilities.

The eruption of volcanoes is among them. They are the result of geological forces that cannot be stopped.

With sufficiently advanced technology, such forces can be harnessed, controlled, used for the benefit of the people.

There was nowhere, no planet in the great galactic Empire that did not have access to these resources.

Earth was alone, floating by itself in the far reaches of the spiral arm of the galaxy. It was an isolated backwater, hundreds of light years from the nearest Imperial outpost.

Earth did not have the resources of other worlds in the Empire, it had no knowledge of the Empire, and the Continuum would not allow it to possess one.

The disaster on Earth could have been mitigated, it could have been used for the advancement of human civilization, but their technology had not develop enough along, they were perhaps a century away from being able to manage these eventualities on their own, without technological aid.

The end of humanity hung there. It was suspended in the balance between the apathy of the Continuum and the fascination of the Collective.

The Collective loved every moment of the feed streaming from Earth, they were hungry for the music, the art, the culture, the intensity of its conflicts.

The Continuum wanted to see the whole thing crushed, set back, and controlled.

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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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