login: The_Zenith_of_Fallen_Empires
password: iotaAwakens
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login: The_Zenith_of_Fallen_Empires
password: f241a6be
TIMEFRAME CODE ACCEPTED.
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open* .terminal(iotaAwakens)
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WELCOME, ETERNAL RULE explodoboy.
output(out_authorsNote)
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output(out_authorsNote.d)
ERROR: out_authorsNote DATABLOCK 12 DOES NOT EXIST
output(out_authorsNote.c)
DISPLAY FILE note1_birth_of_eternos?
n
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output(out_incursionChapter.d)
OUTPUT FILE unix_begins?
y
DISPLAYING incursionChapter DATABLOCK 12
In another time.
In another place.
One awakens. For the first time.
A young Unix Tetract, centuries old but development equivalent to a 15-year old Human gazes out into the starscrapers of Eternis in wonder, a cityscape floating over his housing unit, casting a great shadow upon the residential zone that he occupies.
The city, while silent on the outside is bustling within the space-touching buildings, Eternal scientists working every hour, every moment on discovering every small detail of this reality, appearing and vanishing in flashes of yellow energy upon the whims of the ageless people.
In other buildings with markings signifying them as hedonist centres, Eternal fill every material need of theirs, drugs freely available, Eternal involved in… Well, you can connect two and two together, and ageless games being played every millisecond of every cycle. Society is truly perfect here, where all whims may be fulfilled from birth.
Of course, this story is not centered around the perfected society of Eternity, this song is of the yet-to-be-reborn Iota.
Unix was born an average Eternal; Frail, hedonistic, and hyperintelligent. Yet, from his first breaths he was afflicted with a rare condition that would bring him to new heights later in his life.
Etheric Exertion, the ability to exert his raw will upon the world around him in how oneself sees fit. Most Eternal are able to do this is some way, but Unix's ability to bend the world around him to his whims were among the strongest and rarest of methods.
Tendrils of darkness, with such precision that they could be the primary tool of surgery but also with so much potential force that it could bend primitive steel at a whim. Etheric Tendrils were the finest exertion of the world around oneself.
Not only could Tendrils move with unrivaled precision and power, but they also gave a flawless sixth sense of the world around them, a perfect yet separate sense of touch for the soon to be ageless one. To be able to see the world around oneself with clarity unrivaled would be able to witness the falling of droplets of water, feel a bullet nearing, and for the strongest even feel light move past their own Tendrils.
...Yet, all those powers pale in comparison to the potential to undo one's own death at the moment of failure, without being cast back into the Eternos Planes.
Unix was not born with the knowledge of how to use his hidden might due to the extreme rarity of Tendrils. It took decades to understand how to utilize his inner strength, and millenia to begin to truly understand it. Only after billions of years Unix would become a master of his own will.
DURING THE YOUTH OF UNIX, HE WITNESSES HIS INNER POWER FIRSTHAND.
The day Unix finally began to see what power lied within him was the day he was wounded the first time in his entire life. Eternal society is incredibly safe due to the extreme physical weakness of an Eternal, where bones can break at the slightest of touch, and lives can be cast away in a single moment.
The day that Unix truly witnessed his power was in a perpetual night, as Eternis orbits a black hole, the only light coming from a fracture between this reality and the Eternos Planes, where a vortex of pure Eternos matter fills the entirety of the system, resulting in a perpetual twilight all across the artificial planet.
Unix, like most of his peers were employed mere decades after their birth due to the incredible intellect that exists even from the first moments of life, while not having the immaturity that is present in what others would see as a normal premature lifeform.
Unix's job was a very hands on job, where he spent half of his cycles operating machinery that produced the purest and most volatile form of Eternium, Catalyzed Eternium.
In his youth Unix lacked carefulness and patience, which after this day resulted in many minor injuries throughout his life until maturity. In a vain attempt to speed everything up Unix had not orchestrated the proper sealing of the chambers that separated him from the Eternium he was working with. When he realized his mistake, he attempted to close the shutters of the machinery manually to avoid dangerous radiation from damaging the nearby equipment, thus preventing an alarm from being sounded to cover his own tracks.
While he was able to seal himself from the Eternium, he soon found that his left hand was a molten puddle on the ground, the raw energy contained within the Catalyzed Eternium more than enough to liquify his flesh, pain seeping in soon after the discovery. His yell was not overtly loud, but it was more than enough to get a manager's attention.
Simply put, he was to not work with Catalyzed Eternium until adulthood, and would have to get a bionic hand to replace his missing one. The follies of youth, one would say. A mere roadblock in his life, another would think.
The first few hours a phantom pain remained in Unix's former hand, as he toiled around in the hedonistic centres until he could regain control of his former left hand, enjoying the luxury that he was used to from childhood. A perfect lifestyle for a perfect society.
When Unix awoke, he felt strange, his 'sixth sense' feeling dulled by clouded mind, him unable to grasp at why he feels so off on this seemingly normal day.
The day was indeed normal, that is until he realized that instead of his arm ending at the wrist, a gauntlet of deep, deep purple crystal acting as a perfect simulacrum of his original hand, his stump once a wrist becoming half a hand, thumb just beginning to appear once more.
Unix fell unconscious afterwards, the weight of the situation combined with the pure exertion of his mind unable to support his developing mind.
Unix came to, eventually. It must not have been very long since he lost his consciousness, for his hand has yet to continue to heal. Unix, for the first time activates the lighting of his room with nothing else than his mind, soon beckoning forth a decadent drink to awaken himself. Yesterday could be considered normal in comparison to this day. That is for sure.
Unix got up from his bed-half machinery, half will ensuring he remained steady. He walked to his window to gaze out into the nearly starless sky once more, weak green lights of distant artificial lights and even more distant galaxies dotting the sky lightly, the storms of Eternos of the system protecting Eternis from the night.
The last few cycles were many firsts. The first time Unix was wounded, the first time Unix had witnessed his dormant power, and the first time he involuntarily lost consciousness in his entire existence.
Gazing into the perpetual twilight, Unix mentally readies himself for the cycle ahead, and a rather interesting conversation with the medical professional to follow. Raising his crystalline hand up, he shifts fate to his will.
AND FATE SHIFTS, FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THIS UNIVERSE.
Whew, somehow found the will to get this chapter posted today. Yes, I am a bit late, but better late than never. Until fate shifts again…
THE DEMONS WATCH FROM THE EDGE.
(no, not really. this doesn't have anything to do with plot, i just thought it looked cool. don't look into it, or you might be dissapointed come next chapter.)
WHAT IS TO COME:
The Jehact are expanded, much alike the Enigmatic Observatory chapters of before, but different...