Intergalactic Summit

At the Edge of All Things


...Yes, this is a proxy, a fake profile that shall soon dissolve into nothing. Don't bother to search. The real one is far away, beyond the maelstrom, in the sunken ruins of time that sing of alien dreams.

But through this proxy, I can still speak of the edge of all things.

I was simple before. A troubled child, made into something else by a whim of blind fate. I murdered other spoiled children, and they laughed in my face and rode the winds again. Smiling men in green suits paid me money to kill evil children dressed in steel and silver.

Sometimes, I recall names from that past which were supposed to mean something. "Loren Gallen", "Val Erian", "Seriphyn Inhonores", "Wrath of Fenris", "Damar Rocarion", "Placid", "Tama", "Old Man Star", "Sansha Kuvakei". The ghosts suffer and scream in my head. "Jump! All battleships JUMP! Scorpion is primary! Align top station!"

"Clone activated".

Then, it all fades. It is very quiet here, beyond all things. So quiet that you can hear them dreaming, hear how the stars whisper and wormholes sing. Have you ever heard the song of a wormhole? Some of you did, I know.

I fell through skies of gas giants. I painted weird worlds and burned them next morning. I made love to random strangers. I listened to the words of Intaki sages many lives old. But the ghosts were not going away. Plastic rank pins, medals and money slowly lost their meaning. The smiling men offered me to kill more people, and I did it - out of boredom, watching as everything else in this world falls apart. I tried to return to the places my blood was calling me to, but could never complete the circle.

Then, out of curiosity, I crossed the border. I fit a rookie ship with probes, then abandoned it and flew my pod towards the ruins. They whispered an eternal lullaby to me. I stared into the abyss, and the abyss stared back. It stripped me of steel, and then of flesh. What's left was never the same.

Oh, Aria. I hated you, even if I never saw you except in local. Now, I understand everything. It doesn't matter that you aren't around anymore. We infomorphs are. Your spirit is still around. I believe in spirits now.

They dream of places beyond this reality, a corridor of mirrors reflecting each other, thousands of years old.

It was so strange here.

It was so quiet.

"Clone activated".

I wonder why. Maybe, they wanted me to tell you all something? But I have nothing to tell, there is only empty silence and the sound of resonating circuits when you are near the vortex. Maybe, they wanted me to kill you all? I tried, but there are too many of you, and I am too weak. I search for an answer. The spirits are within me, but they are silent.

Perhaps, they want me just to take a look at you. I paint my face with the color of the nebulae, ochre and crimson, look into the mirror and laugh.

Here. See? This is humanity. This is the end. The final frontier. We are the end. We shall break apart and salvage you, just as an ungulate moves to the next batch of food after the first one is depleted. From your crystal dreams, we shall mold more paper planes to throw at each other.

Thousand planes! Flight of a thousand planes!

The sky is burning here. See, spirits of the abyss? The sky of my home is burning whith glory and passion.

I'll return soon, yes. I'll return to open fire at you and dismantle your shells. With your dreams and wisdom, I'll dock in Hek and buy ten thousand Inferno Cruise Missiles to destroy some more of you.

Look at me, great and powerful spirits of the ancients. Look at us. See?

The sky is burning! The sky is burning! There are diamonds all over Ani, and the sky is burning!

Haha!

Hahaha

Hahahahahhh...

Let it go Annie, he's beyond understanding, trying will just leave you confused and frustrated.

Why is it always blood with cults? Just once, can we get some crazy religion centered on eating people's spleen or something?

"We shall cleanse the cluster in the great spleen culling!" Would be more memorable then: "We are going to stick you like a pig and drink your blood..."

Here is my interpretation of this text.

A member of the Gallente militia becomes disillusioned with life and flies off into the great unknown. And somewhere out there, he finds Hell. Yes, really. You may be surprised to learn that I am open to Hell existing as a physical place somewhere, but I am. Amarr religion does not necessarily hold to strict mind-body dualism. After all, we have evidence from other cosmic abnormalities such as the Khanid Bottomless Pit and the Anomaly encountered by those who perform agent missions, observable things in the universe with spiritual implications.

And so, having seen Hell, he loses his mind. Let that be the lesson, Empyreans -- you don't want to go Hell lest you end up like this guy. Amen. Amarr Victor.

Spleening sounds like a fun experiment though! I shall try it on the next bunch of colonists I wrangle up.

Perhaps one day the Blood Raider higher-ups will consider opening a Spleen Raider division. The Kingdom would surely be crushed as we devour their spleens in front of their eyes.

Why? It didn't took that much time, or did it? I have no idea. There seems to be blood on the mirror, actually. You blood raiders are boring because fixation on one thing is boring. Blood is pretty, but if you bleed people and each other all the time, it kinda loses the rush, no? Hehe. Hahahaha. Why don't you try to burn people instead for a change? Oh, that's the orthodox Amarr thing, isn't it?..

Actually, I probably forgot at least once, because I once had my special hiding shoe with emerald bees, and now i can't into it. Bah. It's for the better. I get too sad when the little ones die, and now they die all the time. They used to chirp and tweet and buzz around me, like little birds and insects, so happy and peaceful. But now they are all silent.

It's all about the bucket now! Or is it a barrel? Rusty and malformed. Like me how, haha! It has a tooth, or is it a tusk? I throw silver pencils at the sky and light it with pretty colors. Except green. Once I loved green, but now I can't stand the sight of it. So that's for the better, if I don't fit into the old shoe, who cares.

Oh, Diana. I so love you. Pfft, no, not in that sense, you silly. You are what I once was. So clean and orderly and all. But you are stronger than I ever was. You are whole inside. Fight for the State, fight for the dream that exists only for you. Because without it, the world will wither and die. Don't you dare ever change! Ha.

It's not Hell, you silly preacher. You understand nothing. It's peaceful like a calm sea, and through the emerald depth you can see forever. Then a gust of wind ripples the water, and the mirrors sing to each other. What do you know of true hell? It is here, on this side of the rabbit hole. We made our own hell for us, and there is no one left to blame.

*shudders* I think I am going inside, huddling under a warm cozy blanket, and turning on all the lights tonight.

I confess to being a little confused. If you're actually Seri, how come your sanity level has improved so drastically?

...Oh.

Well, that's a tragic turn of events. The last time I talked with Commander Inhonores was probably even before his Elusenian project, and as you can guess, I'm slightly... out of sync with the situation. Either i had no idea of what happened to Seriphyn or somehow managed to forget it - yes, and drugs are bad, kids. Though not as bad as being podded in wormhole space and... ewww, never mind.

So no, I'm not Inhonores. It's just a really bad case of coincidence. And the hellish cocktail wore out, hehe, he. Move along, folks, nothing to see here but a sad and completely smashed former pilot. I have a mirror to clean now.

...Funny, I've never really understood why Seriphyn was so popular among the crowd, but i also never understood why random people hated him so. After all, he wasn't that bad. He was a simple guy and a human being. That's a rare thing those days.

And the Dominix hull still looks like a shoe. Heh.

Cheers. Next time you see a Typhoon named "Narwhal" on the short scan - beware, that can be the real me! Like, with tusks of rust and caldari navy crayons of fiery doom

I met Renowned Federation War Hero Luminaire General Seriphyn Inhonores at a Social Function, where he Behaved in a Manner suiting an Officer and Gentleman.

There are Numerous Elements in the opening of this Thread, which seem Familiar, but I am Unsure of the exact Identity of the author, as Later comments are not in Quite the style that I Associate the Author with. This suggests that I do not have enough Information as to identify Candidates for the author's Identity.

An Interesting Thread.