Here we are! The ending has arrived!

The end of this chapter in The Cosmic Codex nears. Let us flip the final pages and learn what we do not know. The burning question that lingers is 'Where did Koyomiko come from?'. Indeed, The Great Eye of the Universe will not leave such important queries unsettled. To understand the answer to the question we must return to a previous chapter in The Cosmic Codex, for The Great Tome does not repeat itself. Let us return to a time seven years earlier than this time frame. Let us return to when Tomo Takino and Koyomi Mizuhara were but girls of eleven...

"Geez, Yomi! You act like it's the end of the world!", Tomo whined as she tried to poke her head around the shoulders of her rapidly evading friend to catch a peek at their math homework.

"No, Tomo! You can't just keep using my homework to copy! You'll never learn anything on your own!", Yomi explained as she hid the worksheet under a stack of books.

Instead of jumping to fight like Yomi was expecting, Tomo simply turned her back and huffed.

"Hmph! You're such a butt, Yomi! Maybe I WILL do the homework myself, you know, cuz I'm totally better than you when I try!"

Yomi giggled at this suggestion. In all her years she had known her, Tomo had rarely ever applied herself to schoolwork. It was a needless, but expected, conundrum because the moment Tomo left school she would apply herself fully to all other tasks such a video games or her favourite pastime of bothering Yomi at ungodly hours of the night.

"What are you laughing at, four-eyes? You're just afraid to be embarassed by my awesome grade I'll get on the paper!", Tomo boasted.

"Maybe if you had my brain.", Yomi retorted.

Tomo wrung her lips into a sneer and ground her teeth together.

"I'll take energy over brains any day of the week!"

"Sure, if that's even good for anything.", Yomi said, shuffling her papers into her binder. She was always one to keep her schoolwork nice and orderly, lest she lose something.

"It's good for a lot of stuff...like running around and jumping and laughig and having fun. You know, stuff you don't do!", Tomo retorted as she bounced her bottom on Yomi's bed.

"I like to have fun, Tomo! You know that. Just that I have enough control that when I have to do work, I get it done first.", Yomi said.

Tomo shook her head as she bounced.

"Nah! Better to have all the fun you can and then get all work done at the last moment!"

Yomi smiled and shook her head at Tomo's brashness. She loved the girl, but she was so...impulsive.

"You're like my...worse half, Tomo."

"More like better half!", Tomo said, landing one last bounce before jumping and planting her feet squarely in the center of Yomi's room.

Yomi thought a moment and smiled.

"If we were half-and-half we'd be an interesting person.", she mused.

"You mean like one person?", Tomo asked.

"Yeah, let's see...we would be like an incredibly energetic and intelligent person."

Tomo's eyes went wide. And when her eyes went wide, Yomi knew it could only mean one thing: She had an idea; a bizarre idea.

"YOMI!! Let's have a kid!! She'd be awesome!", Tomo jumped with glee.

Yomi simply stood at sighed at the apparent ignorance of her friend.

"I guess you don't listen in Health class either. ...Two girls can't have kids.", she explained.

"Yeah, I knew that!", Tomo looked hurt. "But...what if it could happen, huh!? You're the one that always says, 'Nothing's impossible!'", she put on a rather unconvincing impression of Yomi.

"Well,...it's not likely to happen.", Yomi said.

"Have some imagination, Yomi! You're the one who brought this up in the first place!"

Yomi noded after a moment.

"Ok, well...she would have to have my brains and creativity."

"Alright! But she has my energy, right!? She would be UNCOMFORTABLY ENERGETIC! And she can have some of my live-for-the-moment style too!", Tomo said, practically bouncing off the walls.

"I wonder if she'd have to wear glasses...?"

"Probably! With those soda bottles on your face all your kids are gonna be blind!", Tomo laughed, holding her stomach to keep herself upright.

"No, she would just need glasses is all...stylish ones too...", Yomi mused.

"And she certainly wouldn't have style without my hair!", Tomo said, posing with her short hair.

"Your hair is too short. I bet she would rather have it longer."

"Fine! But she has dark hair like me!"

"OK, then...she also inherited my bangs.", Yomi said.

"Well, she has brown eyes like me!"

"We both have brown eyes, Tomo."

"Oh...well, she's got my smile too!", Tomo said, flashing her patented 'Wildcat grin'.

"She sounds...kind of cute.", Yomi said with a blush.

"Maybe.", Tomo then laughed. "It's not like it'd ever happen. Not like I'm in love with you or anything. Hahah!"

"Yeah, well...me either!", Yomi said.

"Uhh...why did we start this anyway? It's kinda stupid.", Tomo cocked her head.

"Have some imagination!", Yomi rebutted with a smirk.

"Hey! That's my line! ...Jerk.", Tomo snided.

"At least our daughter would love her Kaa-san.", Yomi said, using the name she called her own mother.

"Nuh-uh! She would love her Mama more!", Tomo returned, using the name she used for her mother.

Yomi nearly broke down laughing. She definately was having fun with this.

"Would she call our other friends Ba-chan and stuff like kids do?", she wondered.

"Hah, that would be totally cute.", Tomo responded.

"Hmm...you know what she needs.", Yomi said.

"What?", Tomo asked. "A real dad?"

"No, ...she needs a name."

They sat there in wonderment and thought, perusing the deepest reaches of their minds to try and dredge up a respectable name for their thought-child.

"Ai?", Tomo said.

"No, too overused...hmm...Eiko maybe?"

"Nah, that's lame...how about like...uhh...Miko?"

"Maybe...or...how about Koyo..uhh..."

"Hey! She's my kid too!", Tomo said.

"I'm being creative! Shut up!", Yomi rebutted.

"Ok, Miss Smarty-Pants, how about Koyomiko.", Tomo said.

"It's a cute name...Koyomiko.", Yomi blushed slightly.

"Yeah! We can take care of Koyomiko together and I can bother you alllll day long!", Tomo sneered.

"Yeah, right...", Yomi let loose a wide yawn. It was getting late and they had school in the morning.

"Awww, shumones schweepy!", Tomo poked her friend's face as she pouted in jest.

"Shut up.", Yomi droned, swatting Tomo away. "I just worked too hard."

"Maybe if you listened to me and didn't work-", Tomo began but her diatribe was interrupted by Yomi's fist in her mouth.

"Tomo...go home. It's late.", Yomi said simply.

Tomo rubbed her injured jaw and walked over to the window she always entered. She turned back to Yomi with a grin on her face.

"Koyomiko thinks Kaa-san is too violent."

"Get out!", Yomi screamed, throwing a book at Tomo.

Tomo just giggled and jumped out the window to quickly disappear into the inky night.

Yomi lay on her bed after Tomo's departure. She plunged herself into thought that far exceeded that of many other eleven-year-olds. She concluded that she really did love Tomo. They had been friends for almost six years now. Sure, Yomi had had other friends, but none had stayed with her. None had stuck by her side. Except Tomo, of course.

Now that they had spoken about their hypothetical child, she felt a stronger connection to Tomo. She definately believed that their child would be something special. Something that would make them both happy. To be proud of one's own children is one of the Great Wonders of the Universe.

Yomi lay there, letting thoughts of Koyomiko fill her brain.

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Tomo, suffice to say, thought no different. Yomi was her 'other half'; always have been, always will be. Tomo would never admit that she would like to take care of a child, but indeed she did have maternal instincts.

She would love to have a child like the Koyomiko they invented, because she would contain all that she loved about Yomi along with all that she loved about herself.

So, as Tomo crawled back through her own window into her bedroom she continued to pour thought into the subject of their little girl.

Her mind was filled with it, and to be honest, her mind was rarely filled with anything.

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"It all came though, correct?", asked Dagon of the other alien man working at the computer console.

"Yes.", the man answered, shifting himself away from the screen to allow Dagon to see the scrolling series of nucleotide bases.

"This should work well.", Dagon smiled.

The man at the computer entered a series of strokes into the keyboard.

"It has been saved on the database."

"Excellent. Now we wait. I have a good feeling about these girls."

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And thus Koyomiko was officially created. Though, the question still stands; 'What is Koyomiko?'. Aside from being the Beast of the Apocalypse, she is in all technicality, a thought form brought into true life. Please allow the Great Eye of the Universe to explain. A thought form is a being brought into existance on the physical plane through intense thought and emotional outpouring. Thus, the being is given life by being assigned a personality and appearance. This is what Koyomiko is. The Dagon somatic cell reproduction was the last step in bringing her to life. She is nothing more than thoughts coded into a DNA sequence.

tgagtaaatc gatacatcat acgcgcgctc ctctggccgc ccctccctcc gacgatcggg

Isn't that what all living beings are? Aren't all living beings nothing but thoughts of some godhead? Thus, all beings are encoded into a sequence, be it RNA or DNA. Life is nothing but a sequence given to all beings.

gaccctggcg ggcggcagga ggacatggcc agcgacgccg tgcagagtga gcctcgcagc tggtccctgc tagagcagct gggcctggcc ggggcagacc tggcggcccc cggggtacag

Everything is a thought form. Reality is how it is seen by the individual. To crawl into the brain of another is to deny one's own reality. Yet, true understanding of all workings comes from this view of differential reality.

cagcagctgg agctggagcg ggagcggctg cggcgggaaa tccgcaagga gctgaagctg aaggagggtg ctgagaacct gcggcgggcc accactgacc tgggccgcag cctgggcccc gtagagctgc tgctgcgggg ctcctcgcgc cgcctcgacc tgctgcacca gcagctgcag

Everything alive exists for a purpose. Expand your thoughts, reader of this tome, and discover your purpose.

For all is encoded within these strands.

gagctgcacg cccacgtggt gcttcccgac ccggcggcca cccacgatgg cccccagtcc cctggtgcgg gtggccccac ctgctcggcc accaacctga gccgcgtggc gggcctggag aagcagttgg ccattgagct gaaggtgaag cagggggcgg agaacatgat ccagacctac agcaatggca gcaccaagga ccggaagctg ctgctgacag cccagcagat gttgcagga

But life is not at their mercy.

agtaagacca agattgacat catccgcatg caactccgcc gggcgctgca ggccgaccag ctggagaacc aggcagcccc ggatgacacc caagggagtc ctgacctggg ggctgtggag ctgcgcatcg aagagctgcg gcaccacttc cgagtggagc acgcggtggc cgagggtgcc aagaacgtac tgcgcctgct cagcgctgcc aaggccccgg accgcaaggc agtcagcgag gcccaggaga aattgacaga atccaaccag aagctggggc tgctgcggga ggctctggag

We are nothing but letters. And all can be changed, destroyed even, by a simple change in one of those letters. Letters that represent the chemicals of life. Our entire being, all that we are, cn be reduced to simple letters.

cggagacttg gggagctgcc cgccgaccac cccaaggggc ggctgctgcg agaagagctc gctgcggcct cctccgctgc cttcagcacc cgcctggccg ggccctttcc cgccacgcac tacagcaccc tgtgcaagcc cgcgccgctc acagggaccc tggaggtacg agtggtgggc tgcagagacc tcccagagac catcccgtgg aaccctaccc cctcaatggg gggacctggg accccagaca gccgcccccc cttcctgagc cgcccagccc ggggccttta cagccgaagc ggaagcctca gtggccggag cagcctcaaa gcagaagccg agaacaccag tgaagtcagc

Encoded within is who we are.

actgtgctta agctggataa cacagtggtg gggcagacgt cttggaagcc atgtggcccc aatgcctggg accagagctt cactctggag ctggaaaggg cacgggaact ggagttggct gtgttctggc gggaccagcg gggcctgtgt gccctcaaat tcctgaagtt ggaggatttc ttggacaatg agaggcatga ggtgcagctg gacatggaac cccagggctg cctggtggct gaggtcacct tccgcaaccc tgtcattgag aggattcctc ggctccgacg gcagaagaaa attttctcca agcagcaagg gaaggcgttc cagcgtgcta ggcagatgaa catcgatgtc gccacgtggg tgcggctgct ccggaggctc atccccaatg ccacgggcac aggcaccttt

Encoded within is our potential...

I had a spectacular time writing 'Helix' and I hope you all had a good time reading it as well! Through talks with various authors and readers of this community I have realized that 'Helix' is quite the popular fic, and I thank you all for reading it.

Thus, my next fic will continue this storyline, except far into the future.

Don't miss 'Terra Anima' Coming soon!

(Oh, and for all those who care, that nucleotide sequence is approximately half of the gene that encodes the protein 'kinase')

One last thing, I usually don't ask things like this of my reviewers but I am actually very curious of something. If you can, replace yourself with one of the characters in 'Helix' and tell me how you would react under the same circumstances. I'm just curious is all...

Thanks,

-Jay