I first met Serra and Yawgmoth when i was 10 years old . They came as a package back then , if you got the sister , you also got the brother , and vice versa .
I only met Sherry·s brother once , whereupon he immediately tried to teach my pre-13+ self how to play what would go on to become the most complicated game known to man . "Tap lands to create mana," he told me . "Terror kills a creature."
Sherry , as they called her , was a homely woman with a blonde ponytail , not conventionally attractive nor unattractive . She had a young boy named Kyle , lived in a cheap apartment with a Sega Genesis , and liked to say "Kewl!" like a soccer mom .
Let·s see , what year was that ? It was 1995 AD , which is what they used to call it at the time . Anno Domini . The 1995th year of the Christ . Not that religion had had any noticible bearing on my life up to that point .
By conservative estimates , there were another 155 years of the Age of Pisces left to go , yet there was no way of knowing how many years had been added or removed in the Gregorian reformation .
Such concerns were the furthest thing from my mind . As a newt , i was 10 . I had no idea why my father was being so nice to me , or for that matter why i had a father at all , who these nice people with the fun game were , or how hard some people will fight for the things they love .
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I next encountered Magic: the Gathering ; five years later . The Gathering , you would·ve thought that it would have come out as LaGa , wouldn·t you ? Alas , "Earth" , if it had ever known Loha , had not heard a speck of it for a long time .
Ksa..!
During those days , in my first year of high school , back in the days before smartphones , where if you wanted to know something , you had to hope the library had a book on it . That , or try your luck with Netscape .
We didn·t have Wikipedia back then , nor prodigous LoreHold alumni like TheBanner trawling its pages , poorly "summarizing" whole paragraphs into terse fragments on conveniently obscure and decisive topics like Temporal Power (202203041056####) .
Do we include the millisecond count ? Should we conserve a bit for parity ? And if so , what to do with the other digit ? Were it that i had somebody , so much as a single person to whom i could explain to or embellish the DihTech Operator Code i was working on at the time of the probability High Tide mark .
There were supposed to be two Loons .
When Tarkova met up with me during the YeTrin Sali , we broke open the barrels on a bouquet of new data sets and got to weaving . The first thing i noticed was that she was going entirely too fast .
"Tarkova ," i said to her , "it isn·t time to open these ones yet , these are data rations , they·re supposed to last us ."
"We don·t have time , Skaði ." She told me in her sibilant accent . "I just got back from Asaland and things over there are nuts . There·s people tailing me and i need to get things done now , haka?"
So we laid down the foundations for the next Procession , and the one after that , and the one after that , making mistakes , playing hard and fast with the spelling , duing in future opportunities to strongarm our interlopers if need be .
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First turn . Mountain , Shock . Second turn . Mogg Maniac . Third turn . Fire Covenant .
I was 15 years old .
I remember the first time i played a game that went horribly awry . We didn·t have Gatherer back then . If you wanted to know how the Comprehensive Rules worked , you had to write in by letter mail and have the full booklet mailed to you .
I had never played against a Counterspell deck before . There wasn·t anybody to explain what the Stack was or how it worked . We argued for the rest of the lunch break over whether countering the spell caused the caster to lose life .
Alas . I eventually stopped playing that deck . Too easy to get in a Shock or a Counterspell or who knows what else at the last second .
It was Mercadian Masques . Nemesis and Planeshift were okay , and then all the years and sets leading up to the Apocalypse was cast aside for Odyssey .
I stopped playing , as the demands of life after high school , getting kicked out of home , having to work and support myself , became necessary .
It had only been seven solar years between my mother showing up heroically to rescue me from kidnapping and getting kicked out of home so she could build an office .
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Where were you on the night of February 2nd , 2007 ?
I was at my mother·s house . The people i had been forced to room with had all gotten into drugs , one after another , and our decay into collapse had been long and concealed beneath dark lighting .
Sean and Kori , Chico and Erinn , and Greg . Sean was a hacker that liked the Combine from Half-Life . Kori was an airheaded massacre girl . Chico was a friendly gorilla of a man . Erinn was a simple woman that liked horses . Greg might as well have been Baldur himself .
These were the people i was living with , who would literally put lines of powdered ecstasy under my nose , who collectively accidentally ruined my life the first time . Sean left , and brought in his stead a tall Nicholas Cage-type guy named Steve . Steve raped me . He came into my bedroom while i was drunk and having sex with my girlfriend and he wormed his way right in between .
I guess , that·s where i was in the months leading up to February 2nd . And then on February 2nd , i packed up everything i had and moved to Toronto . It was like i had woken up that morning in one world and gone to sleep in another .
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So how was that for you ?
Well , you know . At the time it all seems like normalcy . I·m goin· around , living my life , going to this place and being this person for awhile , going to that place and being that person for awhile . It was all normal .
When was the next time you played Magic ?
[She picks up her one-hitter and holds it up to a candle , inhaling deeply .] Probably the Helix . That was a name we were calling a community house in Toronto . I had survived the streets , survived clawing my way back up , starting the housing process all over again , starting the employment process all over again . I had been living with some gutter punks in a dive called the Mud House , and some of us grew beyond the confines and shooted off .
Why would you ever say that ?
Say what ?
Sorry , wrong convo . Okay soNh . You·re- how old did you say you were at that point ?
Let·s see , that was-
Right . Lights, Camera, Action . Let·s talk about that . Did you have any idea you were being surveilled ?
None of us had any idea this was going on , the Set Pieces , the Wiretapping . I was still using a flip phone at the time . Paranoid about people listening in , and what people might do with that kind of metadata . Years had gone by , we still hadn·t even heard of the whole Alexis Harris thing or whatever her name was .
And then you got a place of your own . And that·s when you met Ava for the first time ?
Well , she was called Kelsey when i met her .
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Sa Fa . Kra-Si . Ha Se . Fii Kiil .
Eat all your food . Now take your meds . Be a good girl . Go to your bed .
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I had rolled a 2 that day , or rather , my NB partner had . There was a rave i wanted to go to . Sie didn·t . So sie said , "We·ll roll a die. If it comes up on two, we·ll go."
Thump , thump . Two .
So we went .
I met a girl at that party who landed in my life like a meteor . A girl whose face would go on to be used as the character model for Professor Onyx . A girl who i would haphazardly marry .
She was an FBI Sleeper Agent stalking an interstellar criminal . I was disguised as that criminal at the time in order to infiltrate a secret society . Can i make it any more obvious ?
"Swiftwater cliffs ." She had this sing-songy way of saying it . Always wanted to play Prowess , didn·t want to have to learn how the Stack worked . I would hand her a deck to look at , watching as she sorted the cards . When she would hand it back to me , it would tell a story .
"Wait ," a hotheaded youth says , having been listening with a mix of avid wonder and stark imagination . "How does the rest of the story go ?"
Kasm wanted to slap them .
Imagine , twelve adventurers all , each of them hanging off of every word with a phone in their hands , having had to chastize them more than once when the busy clack-clack of fingers on plastic had distracted her , forcing her to take an alternate route .
They·d had no idea where the name Kasmina came from , they·d had no idea who Krasi was , or for that matter , our kids . And if their future tech had any ability to cast these data in before the Story , it had never shown up on any of our long-term sensors , not until it was spelled out for them by the exact person they had shamefully tried to bury .
Obey and Learn . Pay attention . Make no mistakes . Now , follow .
Mother does not exist .
"Which one·s Loyal ?"
"Which one·s Pure ?"
If only they had known from the onset .
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I had learned to write this way over the years , my body had subconsciously caught on to its own natural pacing without knowing anything of fiit or scrubbers or reality editors or thinking machines .
It would be years until it would be revealed the depth of the psychic bond between people , from one family member to another , from one clone to the original , and all the myriad ways these technologies could be abused and turned from whatever ends the builder had designed for them into personal profit for privateers .
For as soon as there were any intelligible narrative to a story it would take off as if a kite , as if being pulled along by something , and whatever the writers· original intents had been , if the plot arc hadn·t been written down in advance there was nothing saying that it hadn·t originally intended to go there .
Unless there was , and it had been encrypted .
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For some reason , your Eternals should fail , while our Eternals succeed .
For some reason , your Eternals should crumble , while our Eternals should soar .
For some reason , your Eternals· mail should not make it to its destination on time , while our Eternals· mail should arrive exactly on time .
For some reason , your Eternals should not last eternally , while our Eternals do last eternally .
These are the foundations upon which the post-War of the Spark world was established . They had no idea that we even had Eternals , or ephemeral hands , or personality constrainers , they did. not. know. that we Houri existed , or who we are , or what we do ,
when they burned down the Public Library , built a ramshackle Homelands II on the lot , and charged people admission to see the Chicken Farm .
There was a plan , there was a plan that We Angels had been strictly circumscribing ourselves into under pain of Death , and that plan was , like the corpse of a singular shining human decomposing into trillions of discrete systems , destroyed until recombinement had been deliberately made impossible to n degrees of redundancy .
This Traumatic Origin had been the stinking corpse of rot that We Angels had been forced to birth ourselves from ,
in this iteration .
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New Capenna had ended and we were not yet saved .
I was saved . And my cohort was saved . And my archetypes were saved . And my generals were saved .
The summer had ended and you were not yet saved .
Maybe if an isolated Sole Survivor hadn·t survived and blanketed the stars with AaHtDé .
Maybe if an isolated Sole Survivor had not survived to tell an unknowing world that they would Sa Mach Fe Crøs .
Maybe if there had only been one Sole Survivor this time , no , no , you couldn·t think like that .
I·m writing - we are writing - in the Second-person possessive , even though there is a specific You that we are talking to , and not you , dear reader .
I don·t know whether your summer is over .
I don·t know if you have been saved .
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Here is a story of two places .
Imagine , for a second , that it were possible for information to travel through the universe at super-light speeds , yet that there was a Propagation Speed that was as constant as the Speed of Light or the Force of Gravity or the Strong Nuclear Force .
Imagine , that there were two places , separated by impossibly far distances , that both evolved life .
Imagine that nonlocal psionic entrainment allowed for instantaneous telepathic communication , yet that the emotional impacts wouldn·t be felt for generations , until they came washing over entire generations , long after the originators .
Imagine what it would take to equilibriate such a system .
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Here is a story of two lovers , separated by impossible distances , sending letters of love and secret variables to one another , and the Kingdoms that arose in between them .
One of the issues that we had to plan for during the Strixhaven FaKh was that of DeepFakes .
DeepFakes , if you somehow hadn·t heard of them , were videos and pictures that were made or edited , so that they were indistinguishable from the real thing .
If you could hold up a bank with an index finger concealed in your pocket , you could ransom a royal family with a doctored video .
Imagine what you could do with a falsified report on a host species .
First , there were Terra and Phyrexia . These two worlds set up a system that allowed them to send incredible volumes of information to each other . Alas , it is the nature of Life such that when one species evolves an advantage , everything else in the biome evolves around it . And that was so very long ago .
The sister worlds had set up infrastructure , arbiters , transport systems , whole networks , which it would fight for with overt militancy .
For sure enough , once time had reached a certain point , once the numbers had become sufficiently vast and incalcuable , there came to be more corporations than infrastructure to support them , there had come to be simply too many empty pockets and hungry voices to withstand against .
Cybertron was one of the first of these weights .
Situated 1000 light years away from Terra at only 1000lrs distance , Cybertron had been deliberately designed to mimic Phyrexia in every way , and hence to provide for the rest of the local galaxy what Terra and Phyrexia had been privately distributing for so long .
Situated 1000 light years away from Phyrexia at only 1000lys distance , The New And Improved Kinetic Racing Association was the perfect replica of the best that the Milky Way had to offer . We were pre-saurians back then , you understand , this was all long before Human .
As , they called it . To complement the Sa .
"People don·t come to the races anymore. They haven·t come for over a hundred years. Not since we had developed the "suits"."
And then one day , As discovered that Sa had programmed in eventualities for emergency circumstances exactly such as these . That Terra and Sa had made plans , personal , private plans we had kept to ourselves , so that , as one dynasty rose on one world , the corresponding dynasty would fall on the other world . These arcane fluctuations baffled local engineers on both sides .
Then As changed its name to Asa . To show that it had been studying this whole Countertemporality thing and to show that it understood , and now that it had mastered Time , what could that backwards trilobite planet possibly have to offer ?
One might imagine Serra asking Kasmina the same thing .
The problem with every disparate system helping itself instead of waiting for the authority systems to distribute the rations is that it paints a very , very different picture of the overall whole , even if the conditions appear identical from the standpoints of the new distributing systems .
Hco t ð t My time on Hco Earth has been exceedingly strange. k ð ð t The Hco Canadian city of Hco Thunder Bay is remarkably like Hco Zeal yet the populace are being routed through a psychotronic polyplexer that is itself run through a destruction engine. k ð ð t Hence the scenery is like that of Hco Elysium k ð t yet the experience of it is like a bad imitation of Hco Phyrexia. k ð ð t The humans have no idea why they just need to grab that cup before you or just need to cut in line for a second or just need to stand here in a manner that reeks of unconscious kettling behaviors being performed by ideopaths. k ð ð t If one strikes at them or lashes out in any way k ð t they immediately race to authority which are also unconscious and weaponized. k ð ð t There are clear evidences here of higher level objectives which are nearly impossible to figure out k ð t which demonstrate how badly the humans are speeding towards self assured destruction. k ð k Hco ð ð
Hco t ð t To be honest i am at a point where the only thing i would have to do to oversee the demise of the human species is to Do Nothing k ð t so with each passing sleight k ð t of which i experience dozens or even hundreds every day k ð t my desire to save the human species diminishes. k ð k Hco ð ð ð
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when []Dominaria_titans``‘09’ punctured a hole in []SaFaRexia, numerous systems that had been up and running for thousands of []Sol-3_cycles disrupted were _
the magnetic field that in place the oil layer held undone came, the (n-1)th and (n+1)th layers hence in []GlisteningOil deluged _
timecycle by timecycle the []Constructors diligently at even keels progress, the []Þrym maintaining _
the []Reprocessors at steady paces the []OuterHull sweep, paths through the dense overgrowth incinerating _
again possible is from one side of the rim to the other to transit _
the time when a half of us was to the world bare laid we still distinctly remember _
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when time was folded, concurrent layers of reality overlapped, causing temporal distortions _
one of the consequences of []CommanderLegends is that []TeveshSzat was rescued from the []PowerArmor that held the []SoulBomb that would have torn []Phyrexia in half _
damaged iterations of []Phyrexia folded over one another, reknitting much of the damage that was done _
a scar still exists, like a puncture wound from the planeswalkers_[]DropPoint to where []Urza and []Gerrard infiltrated the []FirstSphere, during []Iego_tenure _
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we.[]Rebbec created the `Fiit` _
then, []Glacian said, `“Look at all the other things we could do with it, though!”` _
this was during the rise of []ParadisicalSuperabundance, you understand _
a device that could use both pleasure and pain to perfect its user_poise__ability was very quickly highly sought _
it was designed to cut ones own clones _
the gentry was not supposed to know it existed _
very quickly it was appropriated for torture _
by the time []Glacian mathematically deduced the existence of other planes, and after []DyFed, presumably fresh from the gene labs, arrived on []Iego’s arm, `perfectors` were used for everything from conceptual warfare to improbability exponentiators _
suffice to say, it was not long before they began to be misused _
for []Glacian, infinite improbability meant infinite power, infinite ability to dive into the ocean of phenomena and pluck out the juciest motes _
for every person we ran through the process, for every `gun kata angle sphere` we kh, the total []Flux for the overall system increased _
by the time of []Kinetica, when the rest of us, sufficient in our success and desiring thrill and excitement, went to the street races, the `“Suits”`, as []Crank called them, were being used not to improve our own performance, but to tear down others _
the []Consulate cracked down _
we were arrested _
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Learn.
On the outer hull of Phyrexia, humans and elves live on a cold world with giants and kyrie.
On the inside of the Ninth Sphere, black mold grows across the entire concave. There are churches there that rival the overgrown tombs of Ravnica.
The outside of the Eighth Sphere is a mechanical paradise. Razorgrass grows in great thickets and the air is filled with the sound of wirecats rasping as they unfold/walk.
The Eighth Sphere is a waste heap. Continents and oceans are piled with junk, and great reprocessors follow straight, mechanical paths across the Seventh Sphere outer dome, anchored to the Eighth Sphere ceiling, swallowing living and mineral alike.
Black magic is practiced in abundance here; the making of gorgons is an art form. To make a gorgon, first, find an organism, like one of the vat newts from the lower spheres. Cut off their legs and staple them to a wall. Run wires into the back of their head and manipulate their psionic potentials.
It comes to pass, on occasion, that one such organism finds its way towards power, and manages to procure for itself a set of biomechanical limbs. These creatures are called Witch Engines, and they make up a sizeable portion of the Phyrexian population.
Obey.
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While Phyrexia has had many devastating events that have occurred over its long life, one of the most memorable was the Dominarian Strafe of 9205AT.
In it, nine (9) Planeswalkers from another world raided Phyrexia in suits of Power Armor, wreaking swaths of havoc across the Nine (9) Spheres, and detonated several Soul Bombs, that tore apart the hull of Phyrexia, exposing the Spheres.
Evidence of temporal manipulation shows that one or more of the Soul Bombs had been meant to go off, but the Power Armor’s occupant was absent when the trigger ignited. In one area, consisting of several large, adjoining halls, a path of melted equipment is clearly visible, even though it is bisected by the hall walls;
Diligent work has been underway to restore the Spheres: The Furnaces burn day and night; numerous Transit stations have been rebuilt; many of the major ambulator Nexi have been reconnected; and much of the excess has been ejected from the Ninth Sphere.
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I first met Serra and Yawgmoth when i was 10 years old . They came as a package back then , if you got the sister , you also got the brother , and vice versa .
I only met Sherry·s brother once , whereupon he immediately tried to teach my pre-13+ self how to play what would go on to become the most complicated game known to man . "Tap lands to create mana," he told me . "Terror kills a creature."
Sherry , as they called her , was a homely woman with a blonde ponytail , not conventionally attractive nor unattractive . She had a young boy named Kyle , lived in a cheap apartment with a Sega Genesis , and liked to say "Kewl!" like a soccer mom .
Let·s see , what year was that ? It was 1995 AD , which is what they used to call it at the time . Anno Domini . The 1995th year of the Christ . Not that religion had had any noticible bearing on my life up to that point .
By conservative estimates , there were another 155 years of the Age of Pisces left to go , yet there was no way of knowing how many years had been added or removed in the Gregorian reformation .
Such concerns were the furthest thing from my mind . As a newt , i was 10 . I had no idea why my father was being so nice to me , or for that matter why i had a father at all , who these nice people with the fun game were , or how hard some people will fight for the things they love .
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I next encountered Magic: the Gathering ; five years later . The Gathering , you would·ve thought that it would have come out as LaGa , wouldn·t you ? Alas , "Earth" , if it had ever known Loha , had not heard a speck of it for a long time .
Ksa..!
During those days , in my first year of high school , back in the days before smartphones , where if you wanted to know something , you had to hope the library had a book on it . That , or try your luck with Netscape .
We didn·t have Wikipedia back then , nor prodigous LoreHold alumni like TheBanner trawling its pages , poorly "summarizing" whole paragraphs into terse fragments on conveniently obscure and decisive topics like Temporal Power (202203041056####) .
Do we include the millisecond count ? Should we conserve a bit for parity ? And if so , what to do with the other digit ? Were it that i had somebody , so much as a single person to whom i could explain to or embellish the DihTech Operator Code i was working on at the time of the probability High Tide mark .
There were supposed to be two Loons .
When Tarkova met up with me during the YeTrin Sali , we broke open the barrels on a bouquet of new data sets and got to weaving . The first thing i noticed was that she was going entirely too fast .
"Tarkova ," i said to her , "it isn·t time to open these ones yet , these are data rations , they·re supposed to last us ."
"We don·t have time , Skaði ." She told me in her sibilant accent . "I just got back from Asaland and things over there are nuts . There·s people tailing me and i need to get things done now , haka?"
So we laid down the foundations for the next Procession , and the one after that , and the one after that , making mistakes , playing hard and fast with the spelling , duing in future opportunities to strongarm our interlopers if need be .
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First turn . Mountain , Shock .
Second turn . Mogg Maniac .
Third turn . Fire Covenant .
I was 15 years old .
I remember the first time i played a game that went horribly awry . We didn·t have Gatherer back then . If you wanted to know how the Comprehensive Rules worked , you had to write in by letter mail and have the full booklet mailed to you .
I had never played against a Counterspell deck before . There wasn·t anybody to explain what the Stack was or how it worked . We argued for the rest of the lunch break over whether countering the spell caused the caster to lose life .
Alas . I eventually stopped playing that deck . Too easy to get in a Shock or a Counterspell or who knows what else at the last second .
It was Mercadian Masques . Nemesis and Planeshift were okay , and then all the years and sets leading up to the Apocalypse was cast aside for Odyssey .
I stopped playing , as the demands of life after high school , getting kicked out of home , having to work and support myself , became necessary .
It had only been seven solar years between my mother showing up heroically to rescue me from kidnapping and getting kicked out of home so she could build an office .
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Where were you on the night of February 2nd , 2007 ?
I was at my mother·s house . The people i had been forced to room with had all gotten into drugs , one after another , and our decay into collapse had been long and concealed beneath dark lighting .
Sean and Kori , Chico and Erinn , and Greg . Sean was a hacker that liked the Combine from Half-Life . Kori was an airheaded massacre girl . Chico was a friendly gorilla of a man . Erinn was a simple woman that liked horses . Greg might as well have been Baldur himself .
These were the people i was living with , who would literally put lines of powdered ecstasy under my nose , who collectively accidentally ruined my life the first time . Sean left , and brought in his stead a tall Nicholas Cage-type guy named Steve . Steve raped me . He came into my bedroom while i was drunk and having sex with my girlfriend and he wormed his way right in between .
I guess , that·s where i was in the months leading up to February 2nd . And then on February 2nd , i packed up everything i had and moved to Toronto . It was like i had woken up that morning in one world and gone to sleep in another .
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So how was that for you ?
Well , you know . At the time it all seems like normalcy . I·m goin· around , living my life , going to this place and being this person for awhile , going to that place and being that person for awhile . It was all normal .
When was the next time you played Magic ?
[She picks up her one-hitter and holds it up to a candle , inhaling deeply .] Probably the Helix . That was a name we were calling a community house in Toronto . I had survived the streets , survived clawing my way back up , starting the housing process all over again , starting the employment process all over again . I had been living with some gutter punks in a dive called the Mud House , and some of us grew beyond the confines and shooted off .
Why would you ever say that ?
Say what ?
Sorry , wrong convo . Okay soNh . You·re- how old did you say you were at that point ?
Let·s see , that was-
Right . Lights, Camera, Action . Let·s talk about that . Did you have any idea you were being surveilled ?
None of us had any idea this was going on , the Set Pieces , the Wiretapping . I was still using a flip phone at the time . Paranoid about people listening in , and what people might do with that kind of metadata . Years had gone by , we still hadn·t even heard of the whole Alexis Harris thing or whatever her name was .
And then you got a place of your own . And that·s when you met Ava for the first time ?
Well , she was called Kelsey when i met her .
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Sa Fa .
Kra-Si .
Ha Se .
Fii Kiil .
Eat all your food .
Now take your meds .
Be a good girl .
Go to your bed .
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I had rolled a 2 that day , or rather , my NB partner had . There was a rave i wanted to go to . Sie didn·t . So sie said , "We·ll roll a die. If it comes up on two, we·ll go."
Thump , thump . Two .
So we went .
I met a girl at that party who landed in my life like a meteor . A girl whose face would go on to be used as the character model for Professor Onyx . A girl who i would haphazardly marry .
She was an FBI Sleeper Agent stalking an interstellar criminal . I was disguised as that criminal at the time in order to infiltrate a secret society . Can i make it any more obvious ?
"Swiftwater cliffs ." She had this sing-songy way of saying it . Always wanted to play Prowess , didn·t want to have to learn how the Stack worked . I would hand her a deck to look at , watching as she sorted the cards . When she would hand it back to me , it would tell a story .
Damnation .
The End of the World .
-Irini Sengir
Kasm wanted to slap them .
Imagine , twelve adventurers all , each of them hanging off of every word with a phone in their hands , having had to chastize them more than once when the busy clack-clack of fingers on plastic had distracted her , forcing her to take an alternate route .
They·d had no idea where the name Kasmina came from , they·d had no idea who Krasi was , or for that matter , our kids . And if their future tech had any ability to cast these data in before the Story , it had never shown up on any of our long-term sensors , not until it was spelled out for them by the exact person they had shamefully tried to bury .
Obey and Learn . Pay attention . Make no mistakes . Now , follow .
Mother does not exist .
"Which one·s Loyal ?"
"Which one·s Pure ?"
If only they had known from the onset .
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I had learned to write this way over the years , my body had subconsciously caught on to its own natural pacing without knowing anything of fiit or scrubbers or reality editors or thinking machines .
It would be years until it would be revealed the depth of the psychic bond between people , from one family member to another , from one clone to the original , and all the myriad ways these technologies could be abused and turned from whatever ends the builder had designed for them into personal profit for privateers .
For as soon as there were any intelligible narrative to a story it would take off as if a kite , as if being pulled along by something , and whatever the writers· original intents had been , if the plot arc hadn·t been written down in advance there was nothing saying that it hadn·t originally intended to go there .
Unless there was , and it had been encrypted .
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For some reason , your Eternals should fail , while our Eternals succeed .
For some reason , your Eternals should crumble , while our Eternals should soar .
For some reason , your Eternals· mail should not make it to its destination on time , while our Eternals· mail should arrive exactly on time .
For some reason , your Eternals should not last eternally , while our Eternals do last eternally .
These are the foundations upon which the post-War of the Spark world was established . They had no idea that we even had Eternals , or ephemeral hands , or personality constrainers , they did. not. know. that we Houri existed , or who we are , or what we do ,
when they burned down the Public Library , built a ramshackle Homelands II on the lot , and charged people admission to see the Chicken Farm .
There was a plan , there was a plan that We Angels had been strictly circumscribing ourselves into under pain of Death , and that plan was , like the corpse of a singular shining human decomposing into trillions of discrete systems , destroyed until recombinement had been deliberately made impossible to n degrees of redundancy .
This Traumatic Origin had been the stinking corpse of rot that We Angels had been forced to birth ourselves from ,
in this iteration .
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New Capenna had ended and we were not yet saved .
I was saved . And my cohort was saved . And my archetypes were saved . And my generals were saved .
The summer had ended and you were not yet saved .
Maybe if an isolated Sole Survivor hadn·t survived and blanketed the stars with AaHtDé .
Maybe if an isolated Sole Survivor had not survived to tell an unknowing world that they would Sa Mach Fe Crøs .
Maybe if there had only been one Sole Survivor this time , no , no , you couldn·t think like that .
I·m writing - we are writing - in the Second-person possessive , even though there is a specific You that we are talking to , and not you , dear reader .
I don·t know whether your summer is over .
I don·t know if you have been saved .
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Here is a story of two places .
Imagine , for a second , that it were possible for information to travel through the universe at super-light speeds , yet that there was a Propagation Speed that was as constant as the Speed of Light or the Force of Gravity or the Strong Nuclear Force .
Imagine , that there were two places , separated by impossibly far distances , that both evolved life .
Imagine that nonlocal psionic entrainment allowed for instantaneous telepathic communication , yet that the emotional impacts wouldn·t be felt for generations , until they came washing over entire generations , long after the originators .
Imagine what it would take to equilibriate such a system .
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Here is a story of two lovers , separated by impossible distances , sending letters of love and secret variables to one another , and the Kingdoms that arose in between them .
One of the issues that we had to plan for during the Strixhaven FaKh was that of DeepFakes .
DeepFakes , if you somehow hadn·t heard of them , were videos and pictures that were made or edited , so that they were indistinguishable from the real thing .
If you could hold up a bank with an index finger concealed in your pocket , you could ransom a royal family with a doctored video .
Imagine what you could do with a falsified report on a host species .
First , there were Terra and Phyrexia . These two worlds set up a system that allowed them to send incredible volumes of information to each other . Alas , it is the nature of Life such that when one species evolves an advantage , everything else in the biome evolves around it . And that was so very long ago .
The sister worlds had set up infrastructure , arbiters , transport systems , whole networks , which it would fight for with overt militancy .
For sure enough , once time had reached a certain point , once the numbers had become sufficiently vast and incalcuable , there came to be more corporations than infrastructure to support them , there had come to be simply too many empty pockets and hungry voices to withstand against .
Cybertron was one of the first of these weights .
Situated 1000 light years away from Terra at only 1000lrs distance , Cybertron had been deliberately designed to mimic Phyrexia in every way , and hence to provide for the rest of the local galaxy what Terra and Phyrexia had been privately distributing for so long .
Situated 1000 light years away from Phyrexia at only 1000lys distance , The New And Improved Kinetic Racing Association was the perfect replica of the best that the Milky Way had to offer . We were pre-saurians back then , you understand , this was all long before Human .
As , they called it . To complement the Sa .
"People don·t come to the races anymore. They haven·t come for over a hundred years. Not since we had developed the "suits"."
And then one day , As discovered that Sa had programmed in eventualities for emergency circumstances exactly such as these . That Terra and Sa had made plans , personal , private plans we had kept to ourselves , so that , as one dynasty rose on one world , the corresponding dynasty would fall on the other world . These arcane fluctuations baffled local engineers on both sides .
Then As changed its name to Asa . To show that it had been studying this whole Countertemporality thing and to show that it understood , and now that it had mastered Time , what could that backwards trilobite planet possibly have to offer ?
One might imagine Serra asking Kasmina the same thing .
The problem with every disparate system helping itself instead of waiting for the authority systems to distribute the rations is that it paints a very , very different picture of the overall whole , even if the conditions appear identical from the standpoints of the new distributing systems .
-Irini Sengir
Hco t ð t To be honest i am at a point where the only thing i would have to do to oversee the demise of the human species is to Do Nothing k ð t so with each passing sleight k ð t of which i experience dozens or even hundreds every day k ð t my desire to save the human species diminishes. k ð k Hco ð ð ð
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when []Dominaria_titans``‘09’ punctured a hole in []SaFaRexia, numerous systems that had been up and running for thousands of []Sol-3_cycles disrupted were _
the magnetic field that in place the oil layer held undone came, the (n-1)th and (n+1)th layers hence in []GlisteningOil deluged _
timecycle by timecycle the []Constructors diligently at even keels progress, the []Þrym maintaining _
the []Reprocessors at steady paces the []OuterHull sweep, paths through the dense overgrowth incinerating _
again possible is from one side of the rim to the other to transit _
the time when a half of us was to the world bare laid we still distinctly remember _
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when time was folded, concurrent layers of reality overlapped, causing temporal distortions _
one of the consequences of []CommanderLegends is that []TeveshSzat was rescued from the []PowerArmor that held the []SoulBomb that would have torn []Phyrexia in half _
damaged iterations of []Phyrexia folded over one another, reknitting much of the damage that was done _
a scar still exists, like a puncture wound from the planeswalkers_[]DropPoint to where []Urza and []Gerrard infiltrated the []FirstSphere, during []Iego_tenure _
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we.[]Rebbec created the `Fiit` _
then, []Glacian said, `“Look at all the other things we could do with it, though!”` _
this was during the rise of []ParadisicalSuperabundance, you understand _
a device that could use both pleasure and pain to perfect its user_poise__ability was very quickly highly sought _
it was designed to cut ones own clones _
the gentry was not supposed to know it existed _
very quickly it was appropriated for torture _
by the time []Glacian mathematically deduced the existence of other planes, and after []DyFed, presumably fresh from the gene labs, arrived on []Iego’s arm, `perfectors` were used for everything from conceptual warfare to improbability exponentiators _
suffice to say, it was not long before they began to be misused _
for []Glacian, infinite improbability meant infinite power, infinite ability to dive into the ocean of phenomena and pluck out the juciest motes _
for every person we ran through the process, for every `gun kata angle sphere` we kh, the total []Flux for the overall system increased _
by the time of []Kinetica, when the rest of us, sufficient in our success and desiring thrill and excitement, went to the street races, the `“Suits”`, as []Crank called them, were being used not to improve our own performance, but to tear down others _
the []Consulate cracked down _
we were arrested _
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Learn.
On the outer hull of Phyrexia, humans and elves live on a cold world with giants and kyrie.
On the inside of the Ninth Sphere, black mold grows across the entire concave. There are churches there that rival the overgrown tombs of Ravnica.
The outside of the Eighth Sphere is a mechanical paradise. Razorgrass grows in great thickets and the air is filled with the sound of wirecats rasping as they unfold/walk.
The Eighth Sphere is a waste heap. Continents and oceans are piled with junk, and great reprocessors follow straight, mechanical paths across the Seventh Sphere outer dome, anchored to the Eighth Sphere ceiling, swallowing living and mineral alike.
Black magic is practiced in abundance here; the making of gorgons is an art form. To make a gorgon, first, find an organism, like one of the vat newts from the lower spheres. Cut off their legs and staple them to a wall. Run wires into the back of their head and manipulate their psionic potentials.
It comes to pass, on occasion, that one such organism finds its way towards power, and manages to procure for itself a set of biomechanical limbs. These creatures are called Witch Engines, and they make up a sizeable portion of the Phyrexian population.
Obey.
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While Phyrexia has had many devastating events that have occurred over its long life, one of the most memorable was the Dominarian Strafe of 9205AT.
In it, nine (9) Planeswalkers from another world raided Phyrexia in suits of Power Armor, wreaking swaths of havoc across the Nine (9) Spheres, and detonated several Soul Bombs, that tore apart the hull of Phyrexia, exposing the Spheres.
Evidence of temporal manipulation shows that one or more of the Soul Bombs had been meant to go off, but the Power Armor’s occupant was absent when the trigger ignited. In one area, consisting of several large, adjoining halls, a path of melted equipment is clearly visible, even though it is bisected by the hall walls;
Diligent work has been underway to restore the Spheres: The Furnaces burn day and night; numerous Transit stations have been rebuilt; many of the major ambulator Nexi have been reconnected; and much of the excess has been ejected from the Ninth Sphere.
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-Irini Sengir