Material
Material glanced about, able to glimpse images through the holes in the silver speed stream.
A park. A rocky shoreline. A traffic jam-packed urban center. A child with brown braids. A woman with a blonde ponytail.
Huh.
Material was slower than Light, than Sound, but Material still flew through the multiverse like Light and heard like Sound. Now, Material had substance. Material was becoming something, something with purpose, something with knowledge.
Material knew things, now.
Material knew what the midday sun looked like reflecting off of the cirque glaciers in the Italian Alps and how a white dwarf star shines brilliantly in its final days before its implosion.
Material knew that the becoming was not yet complete. There was still one more stage to go.
Material slowed down.