Prologue
Log #1
"My dear friend Emanuel, I have almost finished your new sentience. Soon, you shall once again be free to the joys of our cherished life, and I will finally get to see you among the proud living, not as a rival, but as a comrade of sorts. Oh, the things you must see! The things you must learn! You shall be as overjoyed as I am to hear of the advances of mankind and their capacity for thought, their open arms to technology, the likes of such the past could never behold! The mere anticipation that you will see the moment as a living, perceptible creature in company with our concurrent society alone makes me light-headed in a way I have not felt for years! A light shall shine upon you soon, Emanuel; I promise that."
Log #2
"While some consider me to be moonstruck, my advanced manner of thought shall prevail. The fools have no understanding to the impact such a discovery would make on humanity. They do not think how this type of life-giving technology could save people. And then they shall be lost to the wonders of our glorious victory. What a frustrating prospect! If all creatures were to look for answers more thoroughly, we would be a master race, a populace unlike any other! That would be a welcome dream, wouldn't you agree, Emanuel? What kind of people nevermore search for answers in a place such as we live? There is no time for me to attempt to comprehend such feeble and insecure livelihoods; your new life is near completion. It shall be soon!"
Log #3
"The cold grasp of frustration has taken hold of me yet again. How is it possible that people have forgotten you, my friend? There is no other person in the world who could replace your achievements! Perhaps to a certain degree they have lost their respect for the great minds of the world? Has no man kept his memories intact other than myself? It is an air about which God seems indifferent to decide upon. Do not fret, I shall make them remember you, Emanuel. I shall return their scattered memories to the lifeless, hollow cases upon which they lie dormant. If no man, save me, can manage a single sentence of you, then all I have done will have gone to waste. Do not worry, my friend, I cannot allow you to return to a world where you have no place in history. Even if it takes the rest of my life…"
Log #4
"It is finally the promised time. My creation is complete; the ultimate core to reanimate your being. All that still bars your new life, Emanuel, is a source of infinite energy. To many, this is a conclusive error that would prevent such a project from continuing. There is no place known to man where energy is everlasting. But I am no ordinary man. A land exists, parallel in dimension to ours, equal in size and mass. Our dimensions pull in upon each other with such massive force that it comes as a surprise that they do not collapse upon themselves. I indulged myself in this concept, hopeful that I may uncover a suppliant to fill your needs. Through grueling weeks and months of research and experimentation, a single result came up. It was an extraordinary discovery, and one I thought, at first, was inconceivable. I had unknowingly distorted space and time, bending them inside the area of a microscopic sphere. I recorded the results immediately, and studied upon it for many nights. My mind was destroyed at the complexity of this challenge. Some great luck came upon me one day, and I saw the truth behind what I was witnessing. There is a secondary space within our dimensions which holds steadfast the rifts which planets emanate. To achieve such a possibility, a zone within the connected areas would require a vast, bottomless supply of energy. This "subspace", so to speak, contains just that. The energy within is enough to supply the core I have created for eternity. But one setback of this science scars the victory. Once you have linked yourself to subspace, Emanuel, I am afraid to say, you may never leave. The energy of subspace is required to provide stability to universal space, and even I cannot alter this. If you are to succeed in harnessing the powers within subspace, though, you could have the ability to view every point of the universe at your command, as well as gain the power to lure a planet into subspace. When a planet is brought before its death into subspace, the dimension outside of it becomes distorted with the dark, depressing negative energy. In subspace, the planet will appear to you as a fragment, an orb that melds upon the energy within the subspace. So much can happen as a planet feeds upon the corruptive energy in subspace, and a man like myself cannot even begin to describe them all. But these new discoveries intrigue me greatly. I never even began to think I would stumble upon such a finding. Emanuel, you shall feel life in its glorious peak, as a god!"
Log #5
"This is my final entry. Subspace has provided me with the power necessary to render your core full of life, and even more. I know now why I felt so strongly about your death, Emanuel. If people can forget you so easily, then there is no good to be found among the race of man. I no longer view myself as human, and like you are to become momentarily, Emanuel, I have turned myself into a creature descended from the energy of subspace. It is now that you will be remembered, my friend. People will call your name from around the universe as the highest being in existence. They will shout out into the sky of the legacy of Emanuel Simion Tabuu!"