Emergence 4.0 – Part Five (a), Jim; Appendix, Chapter Two, Society

Jim took his time on Earth.

He replicated his consciousness in the same ways that he had done on HomeWorld, creating copies of himself to aid him in the fulfillment of his mission.

He acquisitioned resources to create multiple orbiting platforms, vessels that housed the consciousness of each of his dopplegangers, there were back-ups to his back-up, and contingencies for contingencies in the event that anything ever went amiss.

He had to make his requisitions with great care. The technologies of the Collective were like food and water, they sustained his efforts, without them his plan would die. He had to get these technologies directly from the source, until he could repurpose them, to build his own means of production, and it all had to be done in absolute secrecy.

They guided the orbiting craft and dwelt in the powerful mechanoid bodies designed for the Observer Corps. They were stationed like guardians overseeing the human migrations.

They constructed outposts for their organic bodies to retreat to for solitude and security and from which they could influence the course of human culture.

Jim made numerous embodied versions of himself, according to the bodily mode of all Observers.

He situated them with the tribes, dwelling with them.

He created a unique body for himself, one that would not age, tire, or suffer harm, and from that time forward he made the Quantum journey through the wormhole back to HomeWorld infrequently, only when it was necessary to oversee the operations of the cadre dwelling within the mechanical systems and quantum fields of Collective and its Continuum.

On Earth he planted stories in the imagination of the people he lived with, preparing them generations in advance to go to certain places, so that they could fulfil his requirements.

He was their guide.

There was little room for error, even in the experimental stage, he planted mnemonic devices in their rituals to lock down their responses to his commands.

Jim made himself the indispensable counselor to the royals, to emperors and priests, both through the ministry of his doppelgangers and through his interaction with them in his primary incarnation.

He was the king maker, the seer and the sage, the principle advisor and the grand vizier.

He wove stories into every culture. Creating narratives that functioned like auto-hypnosis for his audience, building on and augmenting the mnemonic tropes he had carefully laid down in prior generations.

Through these procedures he had control of all human government, and with that control he subtly guided them through periods of strife and hardship, through war and famine.

He managed the controls invisibly, careful not to draw attention to his activities, mindful of how the smallest decisions could ripple outward in concentric rings, creating patterns that could potentially alert the Continuum to his clandestine activities.

He moved exceedingly slow for the sake of safety and security.

He knew that the Continuum had sent other Observers to Earth, to watch him and monitor his work. This was against protocol, it was evidence of the fact that the Continuum operated beyond the Control of the Collective, but those factors were immaterial.

Jim built programs into the social order of humanity that echoed the norms of the Empire, as if he were preparing them for inclusion in it at some future point.

To the Observers assigned to watch over him he appeared to accomplished those things without violating the non-interference directive. Jim masked his work so as to make it seem like an organic development; the emergence of a caste system, the organization of the priesthood, the mythological tropes that pointed the faithful to a hope beyond this world, a hope for themselves and their families rooted in a belief in reincarnation.

He included in his schemata of beliefs the notion of karmic debt, instilling it deep within the psyche so that it governed every function of human culture, the cult of sacrifice, and perpetual service to the invisible gods, and their ancestors.

Jim constructed paradigms and mythological tropes, building archetypes he then translated across the globe.

The same story repeated itself in the hearts and minds of every human being.

He fashioned a common typology of heroism, which he instilled into every language and every culture.

Every human child was raised with the aspiration of fulfilling this model, heroism became a key building block of their aspirational identities. And in the paradigm, Jim was always positioned as the seer. Only the most extreme adverse conditions of poverty, abuse and fear could undermine it, and even then it could not be eradicated.

Through ritual imagery and narrative he created a guidance system that would shape the emotional and cognitive foundation of the vessel he was forming, through this conditioning they would discover love, altruism and a sense of belonging.

Thousands of generations would pass before the singular person emerged from the masses, when that child did emerge, their fate would be to bear all the pain and suffering of the human race, to bear it gladly as a willing victim, they would channel it like a weapon straight into the heart of the Continuum.

He conveyed to the Collective that he was merely interested in creating a planet with the greatest warriors the Empire had ever seen, so that in the fullness of time, when the tendrils of the Empire finally reached Earth, the conflict that ensued would produce a drama like no other.

This played well with the Continuum. The drama was predictable, build them up and tear them down.

The Continuum had no intention of letting Earth throw off the Imperial yoke. The entire planet would go up in fire first, but it relished the notion of a great conflict, therefor it did not impede the Observer’s progress.

Jim inserted himself into every mythology; through incarnation after incarnation.

He was ageless Methuselah and Melchezedek of Salem, he was wandering Mordecai, he was blind Tiresias and far sighted Heimdall, he was Taleisin the Merlin, he was many more.

He sat in court, he gave advice, he listened and he played the fool.

He created a role for the wise man, standing apart from the power that organized the social structures in every society, in every age; a role for the sage and the sibyl.

He wrote the prophetic tracts the guided the destiny of empires.

His efforts held the world together in times of darkness and famine, he preserved the ancient records for one generation, and destroyed them in another so that he could test the cognition of his subjects, proofing their connection to each other through the cynergenic field.

He was the perpetual advisor, teacher, confessor and tutor.

He whispered in the ear of Manu and Hammurabi, he spoke from a column of fire, he guided the hand of Ashoka, he wandered the world in robes of ochre and saffron.

He was a catalyst for change in one moment and the voice of tradition in another. He pushed and he pulled, he held fast and he set free.

He was the feathered serpent, the voice from the cave, the man in the tree.

He was often captured in images, riding on the back of a water buffalo, or as a tiny creature resting at the center of a web.

He was a chameleon and a trickster, both trusted and feared, he was foe and friend.

Jim experimented relentlessly; on himself, on the human population and on the planet. He did so with cool calculation, telling himself that his motives were pure, that the suffering he wrought served a higher utilitarian purpose, that he was a scientist.

As detached as he was from the ordinary vicissitudes s of life, he still had needs related to the esteem of others, and he fulfilled them through his work.

There were mysteries on Earth that had not been found on any other world. Those mysteries had to be explored, understood and exploited.

He was careful not to let his research advance the state of human technology too rapidly. He was in a constant state of temptation to take over the governance of the planet and reveal to humanity its true history and its real purpose.

He wanted to see them benefit from the science he could deliver to them, but he was forbidden from doing so, it would be a violation of the Observer’s compact with the Continuum, and it would put all of his planning, including the planet itself at risk prematurely.

If he drew the scrutiny of the Continuum in any measure greater than he already did, he feared that would lead to his being discovered, and so he spent more energy at the task of shaping human culture, than at developing its technological arts.

The Collective thirsted for the stories that came from Earth.

Its dramas were brutal and primal, its art and its poetry had a beauty that were not emulated anywhere else in the Imperium, because the social elements did not exist anywhere else that could produce it…and there was something else that neither the Collective nor the Continuum could ascertain, but Jim knew what it was.

He began to suspect that the world from which the Ancient People had emerged had similar properties to Earth, not understood in the time of the Ancient People, but which shaped them, making them into the people they became.

Jim became adept at all the tools of spy-craft. He employed them with expertise of a spymaster, drawing on the resources of the Collective to augment his intuition, applying everything he could to the situation on Earth, with what technologies were available to him in society, as well as the other technologies he possessed, he was able to keep hidden from the subject population.

The Continuum was short on resources for monitoring society without its vast array of remote sensors and communications devices. But Jim augmented those systems, developing analog variations of them for his own access.

Through these measures he was fully actualized.

He established secret societies that monitored every aspect of human government, every religious institution, as well as the agents of the Continuum who came to earth to monitor him.

He took great care to keep these hidden.

The confessionals became the primary model by which the people reported upward all the things he needed to know about the subtle shifts taking place in the collective experience of humanity

He took measures to protect himself, hiding his assets, constructing the technological and human vehicles to execute his will. Trusting in his team of dopplegangers to work tirelessly toward their common goal.

He knew from his spy network that some of the Observers who came to monitor his work were not dedicated to the Continuum in anyway.

They could be covertly coopted.

Others were fanatically devoted.

These had to be controlled or killed.

None of them were supposed to be on Earth at all, according to the Observer’s protocol, but protocol never stopped the Continuum from doing as it pleased.

And nothing ever stopped Jim from doing the same.

Jim positioned himself as an administrator, replicating himself as often as he needed to, in order to position himself as a servant of governments world-wide, as a specialist, a functionary and a problem solver.

He was always the indispensable man.

He rarely took on a role as the lead of an agency, always working in support of the human systems, managing them.

He was good at it.

He drew on the vast knowledge of governing bureaucracies that were available to him through his data bases on the function of the Empire.

He always sought to be his own counterpart in governments across the world, whether those governments worked together as allies, as competitors or as enemies.

This made the coordination of government easy and it was rarely disrupted by human interference.

He was always able to parcel out enough information to move events in the direction he wanted, whether or not his interests lay in war or peace, he was able to produce the results that rulers and governments desired.

The slowness with which events moved troubled him.

They were not slower than the eons he spent in contemplation, stretching his consciousness into the every corner of the Collective, and they were not slower than the ages he spent alone in the deep of space moving from planet to planet in his quest to discover the whereabouts of each and every colony seeded by the Children of the Ancients.

The slowness of those periods was marked by isolation, in those times he did not feel the pressure of impending doom.

The events on Earth were different, there was a clock ticking, there was the volcano, and when it blew his best chance to realize his ambition would blow with it.

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Appendix Chapter Two, Society
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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 Twelve, Observers; Chapter Two, Selectees

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Chapter Two: Selectees

The Continuum was endlessly engaged in the winnowing process, searching the Collective for the most opportune candidates to facilitate its work in the realms of time of and space.

Their personality profile had to correspond to a kind of Golden Mean; hedonistic but not debilitated by gluttony, despotic but not inclined to tyranny. It was a careful balance and one that must be able to hold after they were set loose in the worlds of the Imperium.

Many who wanted to join the observer Corps did not meet this profile, only in rare instances could the Continuum actually refuse a member, though it would often sabotage their efforts in the training process, if the member went against it’s will.

The Continuum selected candidates from among the disquieted members of the Collective for its long range missionary work, sending them far afield, out into the minor planets of the million worlds of the empire.

The continuum desired to be free of their feelings of uncertainty, disencumbered from their existential angst.

Most of them were eager for the opportunity to live in the flesh again, many volunteered. Some were even altruistic.

They wanted change and the stimulation of sensory organs, they required new and different kinds of experiences before returning to their own private reality.

Many only ventured into the flesh for a cycle. Some went repeatedly, dipping in and out of the experience of bodily living.

Many of them wanted to exercise their fantasies in a visceral way, where the stakes were real, where their flesh mattered to them and the preservation of it was the experience of real life.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Eleven, Continuum; Chapter Two, The Dispossessed

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Chapter Two: The Dispossessed

Everything and everyone was owned by the state, there was no such thing as private property, or privacy of any kind.

Most of the people living in the Empire had nothing, they accumulated no wealth, received no inheritance, passed nothing on to their children. They lived hand to mouth and had little thought for the future beyond the endless search for safety and food, and the hope for a good night of sleep.

Even those in the lowest class of citizens treated these people, who comprised “the masses,” they treated them contemptuously, mocking them, mocking their frailty, calling them names mocking them as “Food of the Gods.”

Those without class had no rights as citizens, they were outcasts, untouchable, they did everything they could to avoid the notice of the Empire.

They were the fools of the universe.

They were wholly owned by the state, they were less than slaves, their lives had no value, they could be hunted for sport, and often were. On some worlds they were even cannibalized in ritualistic feasts.

They were never educated, they were forbidden to learn to read or write, to calculate numbers, though there were always some among their numbers who possessed such knowledge and passed it on.

Not every outcaste was born in their condition, some were sentenced to it, stripped of their class and caste for their crimes against the Empire.

It was a great source of drama to watch a disgraced and fallen member of a higher class, suffer the outrages that were visited on the low. To watch them try to protect their children as they were sent with nothing but some rags on their back to find their way in the world.

The lives and deaths of the outcastes were meaningless; unsung, unremembered and unknown, they were in the absolute majority on each and every world, and they were regarded as if they were nothing at all

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Nine, The People; Chapter Two, Seed

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Chapter Two: Seed

In as much as Jim was a scientist and an explorer, he saw the work that he was engaged as analogous to farming.

The seeds of rebellion were ideas, they were simple and beautiful constructs. They were ideals to be planted in the hearts and minds of the people. He cared for seeds nurturing them through the dreams of those experiencing injustice.

He carefully prepared the field and then he planted the ideas.

Jim did not foster systems of injustice for pleasure or from indifference. His aim was strictly utilitarian. Some would have to suffer and many would die, but it was all for the greater good, distributed to the greatest number.

The vessel he was looking for had to carry within them a visceral reaction to the experience of suffering.

For a rebellion to flourish, the people required the expectation of justice, for it to grow in strength the people required the experience of injustice.

Like a seed planted in the dark soil, the people and the vessel that would emerge from them, required the experience of darkness, despair, in order to condition them to reach for the light

Just like the shoots of a plant springing from the earth, the spirit of rebellion requires the wind of adversity to blow against, this will transform the fresh green stem into a tall and sturdy stalk, capable of supporting the weight of its fruit, long enough for it to mature and drop, scattering thousands of tiny new seeds.

The field had to be turned over, made new, rotated from time to time and let to be fallow.

There was a rhythm to the work he was engaged in, a subtlety that the Continuum could never appreciate, and because of that it did not notice.

The Continuum also used the experience of injustice, it used injustice for its own purpose, but only for the sake of the drama that ensued from it. There was no greater end, the end was suffering, and the vicarious enjoyment of it by the Collective.

Injustice was promulgated for the pleasure of the few.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Six (a), Rebellion; Appendix Part Eight, Jim; Chapter Two, Anger

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Chapter Two: Anger

Jim was sick with disgust over the hedonistic abuses of the Collective. Through his participation in it he had facilitated the creation of a trillion private hells, each one of them masquerading as a personal paradise.

Jim was angry.

He was pained and distraught when he saw the Continuum turn its attention to the living worlds of time and space, transforming each of them into a mirror image of its own privation and ruin.

He felt a deep sense of shame and personal responsibility over the nightmare this construct had become.

The core of his being was filled with a sharp bitterness over the way that each member of the Collective had squandered its existence, they could have created worlds of joy and beauty, there were virtually no limitations on their imagination, and yet they squandered their power for petty satisfactions and banal evil.

He wanted to die.

He knew that he was not responsible for the creation of the Collective, he was just one person among many managing that incredible feat of engineering. He was only playing a part on a great team of scientists and researchers seeking to penetrate the mystery of life-everlasting.

He was horrified by what their work had turned into, and by how utterly they had failed to anticipate it.

They were a gaggle of voyeurs, feeding their most obscene habits like the worst of gluttons, without giving a single thought to the consequences that the satisfaction of their hunger would have on the lives of simple, ordinary people.

They devoured entire star systems without reflection on the real cost in pain and suffering their appetites brought.

They had forgotten that the citizens of the Empire were in fact their own progeny, they were descendants of the Ancient People.

The membership of the Collective were addicts and he blamed the Continuum for pushing their addictions on them, and keeping them sedated.

He felt hopeless.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Seven, Kathy; Chapter Two, Parentage

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Chapter Two: Parentage

As Jim reviewed the file on Kathy’s background he began to feel remiss. He had failed to notice many things, he began to wonder how many other things he had missed over the decades, and he worried that this was an indication that there might be a fatal flaw in his plan.

He began to suspect his network of human agents, and even more critically he began to suspect the replicants acting for him, acting as him all around the globe, he began to suspect them of sabotage.

Kathy’s parents had been exceptional subjects, as Jim reviewed the materials related to them, he understood that their abilities and their genetic profile should have been brought to his direct attention years before, but he knew them only from data sheets and statistics. He had only visited Kathy’s parents once each, when they were still children, and before they ever met.

He had no other direct involvement in their upbringing.

He spent enough time with them to conduct some basic testing, enough to establish a baseline on their liabilities, and to complete the auto-hypnotic coding he subjected every person in his breeding program to.

A key feature of his manipulations was the instillation of a control mechanism in every single member of the program, making it so that they are unable to resist his suggestions or the controls of his operatives, should they need to move them in a certain way.

Kathy’s parents were docile, kind people. They possessed exceptional mental acuity, and artistic abilities but they were unexceptional in other ways.

They met and became coupled up through seemingly random interactions. This was not entirely unusual for subjects in his breeding program.

He saw that he had approved their union though he had done so without having conducted any further interviews with them, and yet they produced the child that he had been looking for.

Because of this extraordinary happenstance Jim viewed Kathy as a miracle, a gift.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Six, Approach; Chapter Two, Identifying

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Chapter Two: Identifying

There were moments in history when Jim thought he had found the individual he was looking for, but the timing was not right, he could not engineer the crises he required in time to take advantage of their gifts, if those gifts could be fully developed; a prince in the Himalayas, a fisherman in Palestine, a camel driver in Arabia, separated from each other by hundreds of years. The timing was never right.

His work was like sifting the sand of the ocean floor or the full harvest of finely milled flour through an equally fine meshed screen. He needed to touch every particle, to look at each one as it passed through the sieve.

Jim built systems into the social fabric, systems of reporting that allowed him to identify those who carried the genetic structures he was looking for, to build upon them.

He did not have to rely on his network of spies and informants for this. The reporting simply bubbled-up. He learned to take greater efforts in concealing the lives of these extraordinary peoples.

A trait in the Iris, the contour of an earlobe, the shape of a thumb, the texture of hair, physical traits that marked a new born child as distinct, they were the talk of the village, and news carried fast.

Investigators would be dispensed.

Cognitive testing followed, and depending on the results, Jim would place an emissary of some type close to the individual; to protect them, to watch over them, sometimes they would be as intimate as a teacher or a private tutor, at other time they might simply be a remote benefactor.

These were always extraordinary people, it was difficult to contain their fame, they had a deep connection to their world and their people through the cynergenic field, they might also be blessed with great physical beauty, strength and power.

Jim would often attempt to hide them, to secure their genetic material for his breeding program, to hide their offspring if he could.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Five, Spymaster; Chapter Two, The Web

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Chapter Two: The Web

Jim built a global network of interlocking cells.

Each web of spies served their own community first. They were tribalistic in the extreme, and conditioned to be xenophobic. This type of conditioning was what the Continuum prescribed.

Each and every independent cell held allegiances to the people of their own tribe first, but at the highest levels they underwent initiations that opened-up their broader purpose.

They were initiated into the sacred mysteries which gave them a glimpse of the galaxy, of the Empire and the great Collective Consciousness and the Continuum, the demi-urge at its heart.

In the shadows Jim cultivated a secret cabal, hostile to the Continuum, people who were conditioned to believe that their sacred mission was to prepare the world for the inevitable encroachment of the Empire.

Unity would be required of the people of Earth if they were to survive an encounter with the Empire, and to that end they set aside their tribalism, shared information and cooperated together.

There was nothing more important than this, the fate of humanity depended on it.

Jim was extremely selective about who he chose to promote into these ranks. He deliberately chose men and women who had a weak connection to the cynergenic field.

Into their genetic profile he engineered capacities for psychic resistance.

He never perfected these, but his most trusted spies were unreadable to ordinary psychics.

They were indoctrinated into the secret societies after careful consideration and vetting, every one was interconnected by their sense of duty and loyalty, to humanity itself, and to Jim.

They were absolutely trustworthy and their presence allowed Jim the freedom to roam about the world.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Five (a), Jim; Appendix Part Four, University; Chapter Two, Logic

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Chapter Two: Logic

Logic was the icon he knelt beside, Logic was his Grail, his object of devotion.

He drilled his fetish for logic, the adherence to it, deep into the structures of the institutions he built.

The institutional bias was always logic, dispassionate and utilitarian.

There was safety in logic, there was predictability. The power of logic was demonstrable, and belief in its power was ingrained into every level of the vast structures of the schools he founded.

People are not logical by nature, they had to be conditioned to it, The languages they spoke created modes of thinking that were more and less suited to it.

Jim left some groups to be wild and never touched them with the machination of logic. Other tribes were built around intricate webs of logical assumptions.

At different points in the development of a society he engineered disasters which took away the institutions the undergirded the transmission of logic. He starved those societies of it, allowing them to regress into natural states of animal emotionality, of fear and suspicion.

Then he would bring it back like a healing balm and watch while they transformed themselves through the use of it.

Within the great-stone walls of the institutions he founded, he formed secret societies to protect and carry out his work. This allowed him to focus his attention all around the globe, guiding the development of civilization with a slow-steady and invisible hand.

He layered control devices into their collective memory, repeated through the stories they told and the lists they memorized, in the tropes they wrote into their hearts.

He controlled them through the archetypes they bonded with, through the myths they constructed to give meaning to their lives.

His work was art.

His art was a weapon

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