Chapter 21-11 The Paths of Futures Broken (I)

Chapter 21-11 The Paths of Futures Broken (I)

Veylis Avandaer: Father.

Jaus Avandaer: Veylis? Is there something you need?

Veylis Avandaer: I wish to speak to you about our undertaking. The safeguards we are building into the future.

Jaus Avandaer: The paths?

Veylis Avandaer: Yes. While I have been building the superstructure, I have encountered half-formed simulations.

Jaus Avandaer: They trouble you.

Veylis Avandaer: They trouble me. I have seen developments that disturb me and threaten the fruition of our goals.

Jaus Avandaer: Hm. You are not alone in this. I. Your mother. [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] have all encountered hallucinations. Undesired generations created by the system. The paths feed off the world and everything it can detect. The Chrono-Spatial array is a complex mechanism. And an intrusive one. More likely it is reading patterns from our actions and generating potential outcomes from the decisions. But that is all that they are. Probabilistic generations assembled from an accelerated reflection of our world.

Veylis Avandaer: This was more. It was clear. There was a logical sequence of events. I saw an intact narrative come together.

Jaus Avandaer: Was Naeko involved?

Veylis Avandaer: No. He is affected thereafter in the simulations, but only as a bystander. Father, I am not using the paths to generate probabilistic outcomes for my personal relationships.

Jaus Avandaer: It wouldnt be unnatural. It would be

Veylis Avandaer: Father.

Jaus Avandaer: I tease no more. So. Tell me about what you saw.

Veylis Avandaer: We finish the Ladder. We root the paths to it. The chronologies are locked into placebut there is one that all others rest upon. One that is made of material before all others. In it, you demand that all Godclads surrender their Frames back to gods. Or something like them. Castrated of desire, our new wardens mirror the minds ruling the polities, and we are made trophies instead of cattle. Nourished. Pleasured. But worthless. Powerless. Unable to grow.

Jaus Avandaer:

Veylis Avandaer: Father?

Jaus Avandaer: And how did you uncover this sequence?

Veylis Avandaer: Come. I will show you.

-Conversation between Jaus and Veylis Avadaer, 4 months before the dissolution of Noloth and banishment of the Hungers

21-11

The Paths of Futures Broken (I)

I must say that among all the Famines of Noloth, you are my Zein paused and took a moment to think. Second least favorite.

Just second? Chambers said, cringing at the simulated form of Peace. Every word out of this guys mouth is fuck, cunt, sow, mongrel, or some other curse or slur. Rust-licking half-strands got a mouth that belongs to the gutters. Who the hells is worse than him.

Joy, Zein stated simply. I could never stand the crying.

The interior of the George Washington's command nexus was an interplay between light and dark. The walls had been made transparent, revealing the plane of darkness beyond. Coils of trailing ink and flecks of drifting hue clashed ceaselessly with neon interfaces and flickering holograms streamed from Metaminds and consoles.

The cadre had spread across the room, holding each of the corners but never straying far from a mirror. They all had their eyes locked on Zein, waiting for her to uncoil into another attack.

Relaxed though she seemed, an air of violence clung to the Godslayer.

She facing out the window now. Staring into the black and watching the others from the window. Avo stood next to her, the ghosts manifesting Peaces projection flowing from his mind. Behind, Chambers sat atop the risen throne, a constructed map of Scale hovering above him. Kae had formed a seat from the smart-matter, and Denton was just behind her. Tavers, Draus, and Dice held to their own corner, ghosts wisping between them in private conversationone that Avo remained apart from.

More than once, Thousandhand peeked at the aged squire, as if an old killer recognizing another. But instead of respect or acknowledgment, Thousandhand merely frowned while Tavers kept her Hellgun close by.

Avo used Peace as a puppet to recount his visit to the Deep Nether, elaborating on how he passed through when materializing the LGI core using Kares memories, how he evaded the Hungers and the Low Masters before ambushing them, his invasion of the city eternal, and finally meeting the Doublethinkers thereafter.

Prior conversations and conflicts flowed in condensed scenes, and all came to an end when Avo lept into the Hungers upward-spilling wound.

Across the entire recounting, a smug smile of satisfaction became Zein, her amusement growing greater with each offending act the ghoul performed.

Ah, you've claimed quite the prize, Avo. Quite the prize. She tried to prod at Peace using her umbrella, but the phantoms merely parted while the Low Master snarled.

+Don't touch me, you fucking cunt. you fucking sow.+ More curses, more rage; no matter.

One of my best templates, Avo agreed, speaking as if Peace wasn't there. Much greater insight into traumas. Wards are unmatched as well. Enhanced my cadre. Avo drew from Benhata and Abrels social engineering experience to hide his obvious intent. Could help you as well. Trade favors.

Leering at Zein, the Famine of Peace scoffed. Hear that, you fucking sow? The truth. The truth of your reckless hedonism. The truth of why I always despised yousince the first day you came, blade drawn behind your lie-spitter of a lover, hand over the bastard-lump swelling to become your butcher of a daughter! This is not the dream. But what do you know of dreams? Attack dog? What do you know of dreams, you creature of base pleasure.

And there it was. A twitch. A shift in her eyes. A dangerous gleam in Zeins expression.

Twelve meters across the room, Draus rose, her arm shifting as the glass around them began to shimmer. She tasted the scent first. The threat of violence. The building of tension.

+Hold,+ Avo said.

He then played his part, hissing in outrage at the Low Masters template, creating imagined tortures and traumas, peeling the scabs from the mans body, and drowning him in Lucilles memories. It took drastically resequencing Peaces mind to make him react with pain, but the effect was more than worth it.

Zeins face cooled from a thundercloud of coming rage to a cold winter breath of hatred. More, she breathed. Make him feel it more.

And in that moment, Avo grasped her nature betterhow to provoke her. But also what her Heaven lacked.

The Fisher That Wasnt could fling constructs across time or place Zein ahead of all others on the pace of chronology. But it hadnt detected him at first. His appearance had surprised her, just like back at the Trident, just like she didnt know the nature of his templates. Perhaps she thought they were full copies of minds. In a way they were, but their lack of will must have gone unnoticed.

Regardless, this was his absolute advantage.

She might have the full picture and the ability to manipulate and foresee coming events, but he could peer into minds and systems with unmatched efficiencyand twist them to his own ends.

Between them, another duel had just begun.

One that Zein didnt even know about.

Howling curses sputtered out of Peace, his countenance a visible canvas of agony. As his suffering continued, Zeins fingers tapped her umbrella.

Dice and Draus were still, the nu-cat at their feet laying on its side, trying to understand why the people were so tense. Beside them, Tavers checked the condition of her armor and lined a Phys-Sim trajectory to Zeins head.

Kaes fingers were digging into her arm and Denton turned off her holo-tie pre-emptively.

The only one who remained relatively loose was Chambers, who only acknowledged the situation through Ghost-Link. +Fuck it. Im game for round two. She moves and Ill rash her. Sorry Kae.+

+No,+ the Agnos said, squeezing her arms to get her nervousness under control. +We might need that this time.+

Making Peace wail was fun for Avo as well, but he kept his eyes locked on Zein the entire time. Full minds. I dont enslave them. Hold them back from talking. Truth is usually more useful.

The truth, Zein said, Peaces wailing expression splashed over her faceplate. Is that what that was supposed to be?

The blessing of having over a million other minds simulated inside your consciousness ensured you had a response to almost any trap question. His truth. Tells me who he is. Shows me his weakness.

The Godslayer nodded. She tapped her umbrella three more times. But would you agree?

That Jaus wouldnt want this?

She finally looked away from Peace and met his stare.

Only knowledge of Jaus is tinted by myth. Comes through Peace. And I dont care about that. I dont care about Jaus. Im just embarrassed by you.

The silent anger inside Zein broke and she did a double take. Embrassed?

By your weakness, Avo elaborated.

The disbelief in Zein grew. As did the incredulity among the cadre.

+Avo,+ Tavers said, mind tight with anxiety.

+Know what Im doing,+ Avo replied. +Probably.+

Dice said nothing. She merely picked her nu-kitten up and placed her beside the glass. The small animal mewed at her in confusion, but Draus understood.

Keep the cat away from the fighting.

Told you about my encounter with the Hungers, Avo continued. Memories spilled out from him, manifesting as a collage of scenes to infuse his words with emphasis. Met the Doublethinkers at the end. Begged me to free them. Found them pathetic. To fail their own power. Their own idealization.

He let out a slow hiss and glared down at Zein. Expected better of you. Taunted by a Low Master. And surrendering to the future instead of shaping it. Are you an ephemeral or a Godclad.

Zeins eyes were unblinking now, her thoughtstuff impossibly still.

Avo kept going. I shape things with my power. Opportunities. Circumstances. Outcomes. I struggle for what I want. I engineer possibility. You have it as part of your Soul. But no. Kares death holds significance. Thats acceptance. Thats surrender. Thats human. Avo released a mocking laugh while Peace began to whimper for mercy, his mind so different he was another person. But maybe I dont understand. Maybe Im just ignorant. Said you were going to tell me about the paths. The future. How Im too loud. Well. Suppose this is a good point to start then: why must you sacrifice the Paladin?

But Zein didnt speak. Instead, her fingers tightened around her parasol.