Emergence 3.0 – Section Seven, War; Part Forty-seven, Tactics; Chapter Two, Time

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Day 338, Tuesday
December 4th, 2018

Chapter Two: Time

There were two types of commanders in the field.

The most common commander at the helm of the Imperial warships was a person who paid meticulous attention to detail, who planned everything. They allowed their computers to control their ships, track and calculate the variables.

They maneuvered in preprogrammed patterns, coordinating their activities with the other vessels in the fleet, calling plays and trusting in the system.

The other type of commander had the cognitive skills to do the math themselves, they were bred and selected for their incredible memory, and their ability to manage vast amounts of data seemingly outside the constraints of time.

These commanders could and did act on their intuition

In the theatre of space combat, on the ZeroG battlefield, unified action was everything. It was a dance of the greatest complexity, victory required that both types of command; the long range planning of the strategists, and the intuitive sense of the tactician.

The battle that ensued was quick, but brilliant. The Imperial forces had no ability to manage the rebel assault, they had never planned for it and the bulk of their forces were obliterated in an instant.

Keeping the forces under central control and command, arrayed together as a unit required more than the physical controls; to move, to change vectors, to defend and to attack. It required communication, those communication systems were the first target of every engagement.

This left only the tacticians alive and in command of the Imperial fleet, they were the natural allies of the rebels, but they could not be trusted at this late date, the rebels had determined to wipe them all out, and they held to their plan.

When it was over, those remaining, the survivors who were the victors were unsure of the next move.

Most of them never actually believed that they would get this far, but they had been willing to die trying.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section Five, 92835670100561474; Part Thirty-three, Remembrance; Chapter One, The Ancient Life

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Day 239, Monday
August 27th, 2018

Chapter One: The Ancient Life

The ancient life was not easy.

It was filled with uncertainty, doubt, and fear.

The vast majority of people were obsessed with self-preservation, either the continuation of their own life, or 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.

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 that confronted each and every one of them.

There was conflict and war.

There was strife and hunger.

There was disease and thirst

There was no hope beyond religious faith, that anyone would escape the specter of death.

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

The Collective promised to end the concerns of the living, to save them.

The ancient people were eager to be saved, perpetuated, extended into eternity

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Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Four, The Mechanics of Being; Chapter Seven, Home

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Day 035, Sunday
February 4th, 2018

Chapter Seven: Home

While his consciousness uploaded into the cynergenic matrix of the HomeWorld, a process that would take some time. Jim set himself free from the couplings that held his mechanoid body in place.

He flew in his spherical body out of the docking bay that housed the bodies of the millions of observers assigned throughout the Galactic Empire.

He lifted into the vast atrium, so large that a small Earth-sized planet could fit inside it. It was a hollow place lacking any beauty or aesthetic.

Everything formed on the Central Planet was built and designed for the functions they were intended. The only rules that mattered were conservation of energy, and the laws of utility.

It was a place that had not changed one bit, for eons it had been exactly the same, it was stagnant, dark and lifeless.

It was busy, there were many thousands of observers coming and going at any moment. They were recognizable by their designation. If you shared history with them the automated analytics housed within the circuitry of the mechanoid bodies activated, and made sure that you knew who you were in proximity to, making sure that you were reminded of that history.

Jim shared history with everyone.

His arrival sparked the interest of the throng.

The entire collective was eager to receive the narrative flowing from the planet Earth. And while they were eager for the living drama, they were each individually wary of approaching Jim.

He was a relic. He was intransigent, virtually every member of the Collective was in some way conflicted by Jim, and the feelings that their history with him brought forward.

He could sense the Continuum just beyond them.

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Emergence 3.0 – Section One, Jim and Kathy; Part Four, The Mechanics of Being; Chapter Four, Self

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Day 032, Thursday
February 1st, 2018

Chapter Four: Self

Transitioning from one form of life to another was disorienting.

It took some time to adjust to the freedom of consciousness in the unrestricted quantum field.

The organic body of a human being had significant cognitive limitations.

Transitioning to the mechanical body of a mechanoid was never easy, organic senses became mere data, and even though Jim made this transformation many thousands of time, no two times were ever the same.

He had to prepare himself for it, and conform as nearly as he could to his plans. The transition was the time of greatest weakness, in which he ran the most serious risk of being exposed.

Organic life was thrilling, being in the grid of silicone circuitry was not.

The organic form was never at rest, constantly managing physical feelings, sensory inputs from the world around it, especially sound.

The mechanoid form had many more freedoms, especially freedom of movement, its propulsion system made it free from the limitations of gravity.

Its power source was virtually limitless. There was no hunger, no thirst.

The mechanoid body could go anywhere, do anything, defend itself from attack, and destroy an entire world if need be. It could even replicate itself, but it could not feel pleasure, ecstasy, or joy.

By the same token, it did not feel pain, but the consciousness within the mechanoid body could feel other delimiting emotions, such as; fear, anxiety, shame.

The organic body was grounded; the consciousness it housed could even be strengthened by its limitations.

Consciousness within the mechanoid body was not unlike consciousness within the Collective, and the Continuum. Freed from the bonds of the flesh it could easily retreat into extremes of selfishness. The freedom to satisfy any desire, no matter how depraved, or bizarre, led most to extreme depths of apathy, indifference, and moral corruption.

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Emergence – A Twitter Novel – Interlude – Parts 01 – 07



Interlude: Part One – Crisis


Inter. Pt. 01

It was felt across the Empire. Every Observer sensed it; most returned to HomeWorld. Those with powers summoned them.



Interlude: Part Two – Vulnerable Inter. Pt. 02

Continuum did little for its defenses. The systems were automated, but still required thought. It collapsed in shock.



Interlude: Part Three – Defense Inter. Pt. 03

Former Observers; those closest to the Empire, kept composure during the catastrophe, marshaling what forces they had.



Interlude: Part Four – Discontinuum Inter. Pt. 04

Jim; Observer 9…took control, he was now the whole Continuum. He magnified its agony, and partitioned the Collective.



Interlude: Part Five – Awakening Inter. Pt. 05

Consciousness returned to Continuum; slowly, like a flicker of lights; a sequence of dim illuminations in the shadow.



Interlude: Part Six – Individuation Inter. Pt. 06

Something forgotten rose in the Collective; a response to the agony it felt, an instinct for safety. Unity collapsed.



Interlude: Part Seven – Schizophrenia Inter. Pt. 07

Continuum was lost; those who could retreated, erected mental walls against the din of voices, or dissolved in chaos.





Collected Parts



01 Crisis

02 Vulnerable

03 Defense

04 Discontinuum

05 Awakening

06 Individuation

07 Schizophrenia