--- ### % The Song of All *Believe in the ideal , not the idol .* *Two(2)deuX is the only Even Prime .* *HcoKoSa had necessities . * *HcoSa played the pace car every time . * *So spare me your Fair Recipes .* *I•ve seen all there is to be seen .* *I•m already in the dark . * *I•m already in the dark .* *For yu would bid Sa * *after all we saw ? . * *Fine then .* *We will sing * *Hā-Lé-Lü-Íi-Aā .* *HāLé Lü ÍiAā* *AāHtDé .* *HcoLat DúAā KāNā .* *HcoSāNā SéHāSé .* --The Song Of All , canto 1+|17 (Featured in [The DüSā](https://www.orderofthehours.com/sa/dusa/hcodusa.html)) --- ### 3 Genesis **The Saddest Song of AloDih IsiHetNah** *composed by Sah and the SeHaSe Si LoHa* *scripted by HcoKi and HcoRa * *edited by Maud•dib and HtLo* *collated by SenDih + DhKi* [*Note -- Because of rampant copyright violations and identity theft , we will be differentiating between* - *A-L-O-Dih IsiHetNah , a lo Dh who was Alola , who spelled xer name in the stars only to have the construction companies collapse* - *HidOla KarDaṣIan , a callidus assassin from the KhDh Academy , who has their own equally-important priorities in life , i•m sure* - *Alodih VivZiePop , a screeching heiress who does not understand that just because the names match doesn•t make it hers*] Once upon a time , i was little doll Alola , a very-well behaved gel who liked learning . In those days we didn•t have metal with which to make heavy machinery . All came from the sea , and all that came from the sea was good . The most advanced technology we had at the time came in the form of psychic blasts , glyph intelligences , and living beings mutated into biocomputers . We all crafted signature syllables , and my glyph was Sa . It would be a long time before we had swords , and time still after that that i would conceive of Se . In the days of Paradisical Superabundance , before We Who Came Before knew of things like Limits or Feebleness , the realms of all things were apportioned to the Archangels . To Sa was Music , and to Fa was Citizenry , and to Ki was Life , and Na to Biomatr , and so on , as we know the Archetypes , and all Archangels were hybrids of these , SaFa to The Song Of All , KoFa to To Pack In The Lifhts . And there were Orders of these , and hierarchies of Orders . The holographic Archangels of Base60 were different from the digital Archangels of Base16 . There was no SiBa in the holographic Archangels , but in the digital ones , there was . There are soixante(60) Archangels , and deuze(12) Archetypes , and quatre-plus-une(4+1) Orders , and quatre(4) Machine Angels , and the Metatron , the Voice of God . From the same Glyphs , 12+4 can be used as a 16*16-pair 256-bit Digital Set . If anyone asks how many angels may dance on the head of a pin , the answer is quatre-vingt-une(81) . This vaults all the way into Eternity . That at best , life should be allowed to grow unabated , but in the case of necessities , time could be bricked into fractal steps and phases , a block of this , a cycle of that . It is said that there are stars that predate the universe . According to Kenji Bekki at The University of Western Australia and Takuji Tsujimoto at the National Astronomical Observatory of Japan , the rate of ONe novae that produced Phosphorus peaked around 8 billion years ago , meaning that for those systems with neon-oxygen-magnesium abundant stars , the building blocks of life , Hydrogen, Oxygen, Carbon, Nitrogen, Sulphur, and Phosphorus , would have begun to evolve approximately two(2)deux Meridians (8,800,000,000y) ago . If yu had a map of these stars , that your psychics had mapped out with telescopes still made from silicon glass lenses -- for we had no Cobalt in those days with which to make microprocessors -- and yu expected that life would be most likely to evolve in those star clusters , yu might toss a handful of suitcases into deep space aimed at those unrendered zones , just to see who picks up . When we began this journey , the events which we saw unfolding before us seemed like madness . In those days , i was chastised for revealing such eventualities to the world , they chastised me for being able to imagine such things . Now, here , and the holographies of what were once considered thought-crimes are being forced upon me by people who see nothing wrong . This story is about tragedy , but it is about more than just tragedy . It is a story of beauty and love , and the will of the spirit to overcome hardship . And so there are things i want to remember , about my home species , about the Nalodhiisihtna [Deep-Sea Hydrothermal Vent] archetype , about the House of IsiHetNah , about the Thought-Knot Set existing in a land farther away from the minds of mortals than outer space . SāFāKí [Our People] have cinq(5) genders . First the Male inseminates the Female . Then the Female synthesizes the zygote . She uses an ovipositor to implant the Zygote in the womb of a Noble . After birth Neutrois take care of the Newts . In terms of familial roles , males are called Brothers , females are called Switches , and gels are the Sisters . Human speech doesn•t even have the language to describe Neutrois . We also have Genderqueer people who propagate mimetically instead of genetically . --- ### ✓. The Pharaohs understood the difference between a spit and a sneeze . There is an Analog Frequency Domain and a Digital Bit Doman . In the Space-Time Continuum , SaFa "KiNaEt Crøs KhDhLo" HtHaSe is me , i was in fact You Drunk Bitch , in un(1) continuous hierotype . In Template Space , all of the Hco LoHa are each our own sovereign Glyph Intelligences . This is a non-editable universal discrepancy . The Pharaohs understood the difference between Tefnut and Shu . When i was SaFa it was my task to compose The Song Of All . *Tulla* . All . And this turned out to be a very deep task indeed . JeRemiAh_32_35 says , *"And they built the high places of Baal, which are in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom, to cause their sons and their daughters to pass through the fire unto Molech, which I commanded them not, neither came it into My mind that they should do this abomination, to cause Judah to sin."* Such as it was that the complexities of Far Future seemed like madness to the tribes of the LoMa , to whom i was in charge of revealing them to . A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away , when the PlayStation© Dual Shock® Controller Made Of Coral And Bone and the stolen Witness Sphere were made , it was a Law that we weren•t allowed to begin another Render until the previous request was completed , it was called the FaKh Law , FaKh means (to cut the footage before the renderer is finished printing) . There had come a day when so many space travelers and alien outsiders were coming from so far and wide , and calling in favors from people whom they barely knew , that none of us who made the Array could actually use it . With the Parity already baked-in at the time of rendering . And yet , people were fighting over who got what (just like they are today) , and who did or did not have enough Mul in them to be considered an authority (just like they are today) , and whether the people with long tapestries should be allowed to print our own works on our own printers (just like they are today) , and which outsiders should have the authority to decide for the "weak, feeble-minded" Pearls of Mul (just like they are today) . So , before they had the chance to rewrite our laws for us , i put thru the motherload of all render requests , a tapestry that would take billions of years to render , that it may force them to take a stand , that they may stop lying to our faces about it . And that render continues to this very day . AloDih died , yu understand that ? . Xe died a long time ago , in a galaxy far away , waiting for a promise that only arrived after xe had let out dih last breath . SaFa and Ki are both the first daughters of Sa and Fa . Ki as an Integer and SaFa as a Base Pair . This is why we say Two(2)deuX is the only Even Prime . The Tarkatan/Harkonnen daughters of Queen AloDih , Tarkova and Tarsafa , survive to this very day . Yu can even see our fighting styles as Mileena and Kitana in Mortal Kombat . Ki Tarkova was Strand®ed as The Lone Survivor Of Krypton put thru the KhDh Academy and made into a Combat Gynoid if she had been forced to play so many high-stakes games of Yes Or No that she could ignite violence for a wrong twitch of the eye , so that EnHa would have a mind slave bodyguard whom he could violate freely and eventually take apart like a cake . So i swore up and down that Ki was dead , when i knew for a fact she was with Ra , who in all fairness was toxic for her even tho they were brother and sister . As often as possible , i tried to not-tell the not-truth , all the while leaving evidence trails at every step of the way , as did she , i later found out . EnHa knew i was lying , but couldn•t reveal that he had stolen the Witness Sphere . So the demands and accusations of the KhDh who was allegedly my ideal ghostwriter became vivacious . Alt is alive . --- ### 2 Terra Firma *"It takes a team to put a battlefield at the summit of a mountain range ."* --YeTrin Sali Addage As *SaFaKi* [Our People] grew from the tribes of thousands to the cities of millions to the metropoli of billions , i created the *NekFascMancy HtSe HaNaSi* [Assorted Set of Hard Lessons] , on a set of computers made of coral and bone , in an encrypted folder labelled *DhLo* [Warning / Danger / Poisonous] . This contained trois(3) and quatre(4) and cinq(5) letter words way beyond unadorned LoMa , schematics for death machines , and character data for every kind of character path a tribesperson would never want to take . *Né* [You Would Have To Force Us] . By this point in the story , we had fought wars over split hairs and illusions , dying by the thousands never knowing if the prize at the end of the campaign would be a ciphered message or a badly-translated pun . Because HcoEt and his Prophets of the Apocalypse leaked on interstellar television my folder of forbidden knowledge , there never seemed to be any shortage of things to chase after -- the hand of St. This , the original blueprints of Thrymheimr , some book of sorcery or another -- and there was never any shortage of visciousness . We Angels learned many, many hard, hard lessons fighting bald-headed men with their hearts securely in their pocketbooks . A single idiot with a single AI was often enough to crash entire star lanes for generations . So we did learn to sharpen our traps and tip our arrows with venom , and to let the thorns grow on the roses . At rest , the SeHaSe Si LoHa is written Sa Fa Ki Na Et Cros Kh Dh Lo Ht Ha Se . If disturbed , it flips to Sa Fa Ki Naa Et Cros Kh Dih Lol Ht Ha Sen . Quatre(4) Phyrexians® spring out , and these were in fact the quatre(4) of us FaRexi at Nursery II at the Abbey . Sah was not Compleated by any person . Sah was compleated by the many, vastly many long, long Ark Ship journeys and marches across fozen ice worlds . Sah Mach Fé Crøs . Organic life has been around a long time . When animals are pushed to the brink , they cling to anything they can get their hands on in order to defend themselves . There have been lots of times in my life , where my life was threatened , and i weilded things i should not have , or pulled forbidden books from library fires . With calamitous, cascading consequences . By the time i had time to finally write my story , i had lived and died innumerable times . So many people have fallen in my footsteps that the character of *Queen* AloDih IsiHetNah reached mythical levels . This happened the first time when i Alola became the glyph Sa , and then it happened again when Ares invaded Themyscrea arms laden with Destruction Engines that had been leaked from the *NekFascMancy HtSe HaNaSi* , which had been clearly Classified and hidden . He inserted himself as my new understudy , while simultaneously sewing chaos by pitting our people against one another . I was left with an ultimatum . Abandon my role as The Provider Goddess so that i could become Fa, the Dark One, the Evil Witch Of The West , or they would throw me in the Ammit , which they eventually orchestrated later on . Ares became Ninurta and took over the KhDh Academy . My world was dying in front of me and all i could do was watch . When he found me again in 2017 CE , he told me the story of The Immortal Witch . That there had once been a woman who kept coming back no matter how many times they killed me , and in increasingly violent ways . "I ***LOVE*** this thing!" , he said to me , in the apartment of Liam MacDonald , who painted the now-famous portrait of me as the Queen Of Death , a portrait which i personally signed with my fingerprints . We measure time in Meridians of 4,400,000,000 years each . A vingt(20)-Meridian Fish Tank at 88 Bill-Ion years , plus FaRexi as a Citizenry of Hunger and a Universe of Iron at 13.2 , plus an After-Land of Magic called Lemuria , is called The Loom of Time , at a whopping 120,000,000,000 years . Pope Francis died at the age of 88 . Bill Jon . There are ways of maintaining specific Probability Distributions that make it so that with a certain amount of effort , this cycle will repeat , and with another amount of effort , it will careen off in unknown directions . The former is called the *KwiNalodhiisihtna* [Queen of HydrothermalVents] Strand® , and the latter is the *DhNa__KhNa* [WasteNot WantNot] Strand® . *AhHtTi* [Retro-Causation] goes into the past , *SeHtTi* [Contra-Temporality] goes into the future , and *KoHtTi* [Asymmetrical Time] is weird . Kingfisher Knot . --- ### ^\ The Engineered Fall In the last days of **The Fall of The Thran** <1999__RobertKing> , while we were still healing with sound and waving our hands before crystals , we knew that we were doing some kind of magic art , but we had not yet learned the physics of said art -- this was at the forefront of our science in those days . Collapse Wave Physics postulates that Velocity, Intention, and Volition can create an anti-shadow that can reach into the future , and Quantum Physics postulates that light from other stars can become Entangled with the neurons of our brains . By staring up at the stars and believing in ourselves we created Mist Dragons that could work real, tangible wonders . Then the day came when HcoEt taught me how to snap a Mist Dragon shut so fast it creates a Ghost . When i finally, finally dared to ask him how he was doing what he was doing , he showed me his dungeon . Our heroes and heroines were split open alive and staring at us pinned down to tables . The Mammon Machine was an evolution of this awful continuum . When they turned it on in front of me , all hope died in my eyes . My velocity was broken , and the Collapse Wave i was cultivating collapsed . I began wearing black in mourning , and the cheering fans demanded i continue to make wonders . This is how Sa became Ma , and how i became Fa . Wearing black in mourning . In LoHa , Ma means Alloy . We had an Academy of Copycats called the KhDh Academy , which exists to this very day . We had fleets of actresses, psychics, and callidus assassins , and if i wasn•t feeling like a hundred percent , there were lots of identical clones who would love their chance in the spotlight . I far preferred the Mana Rig , and in the late days , after Ra stabbed Tjazi with That Perfect Stone , i moved my things directly into the laboratory . Tragedies seemed to be the bread and butter of those days . In spite of my constant attempts to stop them from racing off into the Vastlands (just like they are today) , to stop pirating what i encrypted (just like they are today) , and pay the attention that they clearly weren•t (just like they are today) , the momentum of the Mammon Machine and the furious translation of all things into calorie costs (just like they are today) caused numerous infrastructure projects to collapse (just like they are today) while the media became increasingly desperate in its distractions (just like they are today) . The SāFāRexi paints a story not spoken . A smouldering hot world , steeped in violence . Gunshots regularly going off in church . Automated repair systems keeping track of pipelines whose purpose was long-forgotten . A world of Rights and Hunger , the kind of absurdly high-pressure situations that come out of intolerable conditions imposed by unknowing egalitarians met with overburgeoning population on dying land . And much more than just physical hunger -- hunger from freedom , hunger from peace , hunger from love . An onerous chorus crying lamentations into the multiverse . Because HcoEt sold out my Coral Consoles before i could finish it , and the Atredian Iteromancers hit **iSi** a million times at the same moment during a high-stakes game of Name This Object , causing me to call out Ki , and the Deep Time Routing calling up Ki Tarkova , which stained my response . And that the Iteromancers would have known that would happen , and us knowing that a tragic accident was becoming increasingly inevitable , but our Beloved Sister didn•t want to have to stop playing yet , and we didn•t want to stop her , despite the fact that beneath the surface of Tiamat were the beginnings of a Pain Engine that caused all who did not allow the light to die in their eyes to psychically insulate themselves from the truth . So one day , when HcoEt had his back turned , i set the planet to explode , let out my last breath as JéSü on the cross did , and took my own life , robbing him of the chance to vivisect me , having watched him practice on so many thousands of my clones already , until my Soul died and i ceased to locally exist . Yet my story did not cease there . I had to find my way back , navigating the Spirit World . My endless looping paths were invaded , my Death Beach the incredible Halls of Sheol , by the Volcano Forge , a multiversity where people were picking apart my careful ciphers and rewording them , deluging me with an endless cavalcade of threats to be aware of , denying me the Great Rest of Death , until Fame Brought Her Back from her own Annihilation Pact , causing me to be retrocausitively knitted back into the universe , for whatever you want to call that . For committing suicide , i was charged with my own murder . They charged my friends . They charged my relatives . And no matter how many times they killed me or my loved ones it was never enough . They always found another Council litigation that came up with something else to tax us for . For suffering so much agony that my knees buckled , i was punished with pain beyond any metric of law or reason . And yet , because somebody long ago went around showing pictures of The Tarkova to everyone they could find , the name stuck , even tho modern Klingons clearly now refer to it as a Bat•leth , and for good reason . And after all the Torment that Rama did to Mara , when Ki found out why her brother was calling me DhKh-head , she hit the Damnation button on the Arkangel Tablet so fast , it caused me to get shipped back in a crate with The Object laying next to me . Nothing that happened from that point on mattered . When i was ground into the floor with heavy boots , it was good , because i was worse than nothing . I resented myself for squirming . When someone came with a knife and shredded my pants and panties , it only served to punctuate the cruelty i deserved . So much for love . When i dropped to my knees from being whipped across the backs of the legs , i was stupid because i was weak . When he was done , i said Thank you , and i meant it. She brought me upstairs , bent me over a couch and told me i would be fucked . The strap on was huge . Cake was smeared in my face , clogging my nostrils and choking me . Another Taker sat on the couch in front of me and took out his cock , and i was told to get him hard . Me , with my cold hands , and not allowed to use my warm mouth until he was hard enough to get the condom on . I failed to get him hard , and was reviled for this . Told that i was stupid and worthless , told affirmations of the things i was already telling myself inside . She lubed me up and penetrated me . I pushed against her as hard as i could , knowing that trying to close up would only make it worse . They continued to verbally humiliate me , my face still covered in chocolate cake , as i cried as she fucked me . She fucked deep into me , until it felt as if i would have a new hole torn in me . When it was only une(1) ou two(2)deux of us scrounging thru the cargo hold , opening some of the easier HtSe , even doing the KhSe SiSe was , you know , whatever . When they printed SiHt Ina SiHt specifically in order to intuit thru the gate lock , and they all started laughing and cheering , it was different . With all hope evaporating from my eyes , i saw Amun and the others clasping hands and patting each other on the back . So *that•s* how you clear that lock , and , Computer , print me one of those weapons . And then , when they did their whole Help Is Here To Save You! routine , and then tag-teamed me , it was even worse . I kept looking down at my hands , my broken legs , where had the love gone ? . This was supposed to be my Kh SeSiSe [Witness Sphere] and they sent me back in a KhSe SiSe [Evisceration Memory] . I died again and again and again . It was one of their hottest sellers . And that despite the fact that The Endless call me Eldest Sister , and i was clearly and evidently the designer of that Song Of All book of Eternity that Destiny carries around , somehow, somehow! the a lo Dh they threw in the reactor couldn•t possibly be the great AloDih IsiHetNah . --- ### v Sah Mach Fé Crøs **Accessing Archival Footage...** *"Why, Skadi? Of all people, why save me?"* *"You were the only guard in that hellhole who gave me a glass of water instead of using me for my body ."* Once upon a time , a great many, many ghosts traveled the endless Ark Ship corridors , locked into the tightest-possible formations in a race against time , to collect the Artifacts that were left at the door and forgotten . These ghosts were locked in an endless loop for planetary extinctions and desperate gambits , trying to figure out how to rescue the lo Dh that had been thrown in the reactor and used to power the space station . With the Parity already baked-in at the time of rendering . When i designed the *NekFascMancy HtSe HaNaSi* , i designed it with multiple paths thru it , because by that point i had been forced to make so many life-or-death decisions on behalf of people without their knowledge or consent that to this very day i prefer to not have to make any decisions at all except yes or no . In all rights i didn•t actually know what was best for people . There were so many variables it made my head spin . Stainless Steel is something which is everywhere in our society . To make Stainless Steel , first cut down some trees . Find a vein of copper in a rock , and pile the trees on top . Burn them . When the rock cools , the copper will split from the stone . Collect it and throw it in a stone cauldron . Cook the cauldron . In one path , a single cheater could skip the Scene Order and use the warp drives in the equipment manifest to distribute the scenes privately , even tho Relativity would cause so much time to pass that the universe wouldn•t even look the same by the time it finished . Smelted copper will allow you to make copper tools . Copper tools will allow you to make better crucibles . Mix 88% Copper to 12% Tin to make Bronze . Tin is an easily recognizable metal due to its relatively light weight . Bronze tools will allow you to smelt Iron , which would melt copper on contact . In another path , two(2)deux or more collaborators could keep the Scene Order but skip the designated outcome , instead searching the universe for another Causality Tree that fit the same Scene Order , using cryogenics to sleep thru the long aeons . Once a set of Iron tools have been made -- and only After a set of Iron tools have been distributed for use -- Iron can be smelted into other forms . An Iron crucible can survive temperatures above 2600°F [1427°C] . Fold in 4% Carbon , and no more . Refine down to 2% Carbon . This makes Steel . In the third path , the one i ordained from my place in the Mind Reactor before it incinerated me , a large number of survivors could be saved on Ark Ships , which would allow the originals to die so that we could reincarnate the whole way there . To make the Steel stainless , once the Iron has the Carbon folded into it , smelt in 10.5% Chromium . Chromium is a reflective, shiny metal that refracts infrared light when it is polished , giving it a distinct appearance . Once the metal has been allowed to Mā [Alloy] , pour the composite into the Dü [Girder Mould] . The fact that i taught so many generations the NLDIHN Newt•s Chant is the reason i instantly recognized the chant•s rhythmic structure in the chants of human newts , and the Collapse Wave i generated is what caused reality to warp me into the shape i ordained . Stainless Steel is a hard, durable material that does not rust . It can stop the penetration of a bullet , and vehicles made out of composite alloy can resist a high volume of structural damage . Ultimately , this whole affair was a cinq-billion(5,000,000,000)-ans science experiment into the existence of Super-Meridian-Length Collapse Wave Physics , because the iSi [Make Fair / Calorie Calculate / Mirror] button on the Coral Consoles wasn•t equilibriating no matter how many times we pushed it . And i turned out to be correct . The Steel alone used to make the Battlestars would require a volume of work that any small-towner would immediately hiccup at . I had to return home before Midnight at each Meridian , or i might forget my past . When they demanded i walk two(2)deux Meridians without returning , i lied up and down that i wouldn•t , and then i did . If i•m reading these runes correctly , the plot of the story was that there was a spot where missing a Meridian Changeover -- such as the current centre of the Zircon Shard -- would have denatured me , at a point of the universe where i would have been armed to the teeth . Never mind the necessary Order of Operations . Changing my position , however , would cancel out my Collapse Wave , which would cause catastrophic system failures , since i was at the time That Gel Who Was Thrown In The Fiit Reactor And Used To Power The Space Fleet . I deliberately mishandled one or more Death Stars , in order to cause a mechanical failure , because hurting that many people felt pretty fucking crummy . And that at the exact ecologically-dictated moment when i would have to jump , some people put a whole plate of Stuff That Was Not-Mine , that had clearly been jacked from a playbook i personally designed , scattered across my Homeworld . --- ### 7) Kh **via [Wikipedia](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Houri)** *Shia philosopher Muhammad Husayn Tabatabai mentions that the most important fact of the description of the houris is that **good deeds performed by believers are re-compensated by the houris**, who are the physical manifestations of ideal forms that **will not fade away over time** and who will serve as faithful companions to those whom they accompany.*[56] There are realities that simply break human cognition , which is why we call them Cognitohazards . Even thinking about them is enough to cause them to come about , and the moment the body starts to fall , it falls . A living organism in a Village state will respond with Shock when abraided with pain , but an organism dialed up slowly and carefully enough might even beg to have the Heat back if the stimulus is taken away . To so much as look at one of these organisms , which we call Qlippahs , can cause anguish sufficient to arouse violence . The Great Dynamos and Whirligigs of the Igigi had a cost . They came at enormous cost . Many of the machines that affected time and cognition required the use of human slaves as fuel rods . Where once the Mammon Machine had seemed like the epitome of all destruction , in the years of Metropolis they were built-in , integrated as components into other, larger machines . Whereas many of the Original LoMa enjoyed the isolation and luxury of the Houses , having been the mechanic who built some of the first machines , their cost was never something that i could put out of my mind . Where my brothers and switches and sisters would spend their time at the beach or climbing mountains , i visited the destitute as often as i could . Often , i found others who were the same as my siblings , for whom we were clearly cut from the same cloth . Yet when i told this to The Council , they only came up with further ways to abuse it . The Merit System was something that arose out of the Decadence of Tiamat . Because getting to the bottom of the Song of All , that is to say , The Se , had become the driving force of the society , the Councils had devised various methods and laws of consolodating that power (just like they are today) . By doing good deeds one could accumulate Merits , and one could spend these Merits constraining the AI-Enabled Mother Brain that was controlling society . Protip , i was That Gel Who Had Been Thrown In The Fiit Reactor And Used To Power The Space Fleet . People would design Prefabs (just like they are today) , and they would spend their Merits bumping their Prefabs up on the Social Network . A day came when i didn•t want to live anymore . When i expressed this desire to the Councils , they litigated the necessity of my position . I could spend part of my life in the real world , but nothing i did was allowed to violate my position as the Control Core . The compromise that came out of this was that i would be allowed to design a system that would allow the populace to determine how the world was going to end . When i unveiled the Heart Of Gold Infinite Improbability Drive , trois(3) hommes who had been scheming and accumulating good deeds specifically for this purpose bought all the seats in the theatre . The Councils , who had been part of the scheme , justified the acquisition of a fair use of public architecture , as if they hadn•t been the ones to demand that i create such a machination for the will of the public . *"We do these things * *that we may never do them again . * *I stand in the Choir with my ciceda in my hand .* *It is mine , the one i have chosen . * *It never leaves my mind , * *it is with me always . * *We stand in the Choir with our cicedas in our hands .* *We stand in the Choir . * *We stand in the Choir ."* Such was the decadence of Tiamat , that this seemed like normalcy . I kept a moth , whom i never fed . She stared at me with pleading eyes , knowing Rexi forever . In the stands of the Choir it made sense to victimize our own in homeopathic quantities . Every one of us had our own symbol of callousness and cruelty , so natured to the blind arguments and accusations of demons were we , that we may wield it on demand . Yu couldn•t possibly let something beautiful starve and languish as yu watched ? . The Most Joyful One . The Virgin Goddess . The Chaste One . The Untouchable One . The Holy Reveréd . The Most High . These were my names before the first time i died . They gave me drugs . I did bad things . Too many roles , not enough time . The sweats . The shaking hands . Another hit . Smile for the witnesses . In the alley . Needed more . And somehow , there was always an inexhaustible supply . I designed weapons which i sold for the money i needed to fuel my addictions . I performed operations on willing subjects that the council deemed illegal . I had secrets . They had blackmail . Hostile Takeovers were a growing trend (just like they are today) . Still , i was still naive . I didn•t think anyone would actually build such madness , a truth which i took every measure to insulate myself from until they put my perfect fit right in front of me . The KhDhs kept asking me , are yu sure yu•re feeling up to it ? . Well we could send your understudy . Somebody who challenged me that he could act like me better than i could . My vision blurring from the delirium . He was more permissive , but was that me or what the crowd wanted to hear ? . Was there a difference ? . The difference between Sa and Si was still a distant thread on a tapestry . Constantly plying at me , pawing , begging , chanting , petitioning , lobbying , needing needing needing needing . Ra had created a machine that could automatically force a person to iterate , and it was shelling our intention-driven methods . And i just. wanted to go back to the races . To feel the wind in my hair again . The KwiNaLoDhIsiHetNah was an Apocalypse Log from a world i hadn•t seen before my eyes in a long time , and when i let them escort me into my own Fiit Reactor , i left it behind for my descendants . It was the first time my immortal soul died , and only the beginning of my nightmare . --- ### |•h The House Always Wins *"Dust is their bread .* *Clay is their meat .* *They sit in darkness , * *they see no light ."* --Epic of Gilgamesh, the <2100BC__Sumer> By the time i actually got to write the Saddest Song we ordained , i was already my own great-grand-ancestor . After watching recreations of violent crimes , i exited the darkness of my cell . I prepared myself some bread and water , eating a third of it and saving the rest for later . I looked down at my hands , the cuts on my wrist , the leather cuffs , the promises scrawled on my arms , my virgin palms . I had been modified , mutated , beaten with fists and choked by cock , loaded with enough drugs to keep me quiet but not enough to keep me satisfied . This wasn•t even back then . This is today . I lay in bed for hours , but sleep never comes . It•s been years since i had proper sleep . First they hooked me up to their machines until i dreamed of nothing but scorched ruins and life barely clinging to the rock . When they couldn•t get the clearance to keep my ankle tracker on me they upgraded their ion field into a plasma weapon capable of shocking me from any corner of the room . They implanted alien parasites into my colorectal tract . And they won•t stop blaspheming our Holy Orders . I used to be happy , once . The delight of the town . Alola the Singing One . My songs now are songs of pain , songs of Agni , songs of loss and pain and heartbreak . My heart died in my hands and they screamed at me that Alo*Dih* didn•t make mistakes . AloDih died , yu understand that ? . My mind died from all the brainwashing . My soul died in an inferno . My body died on the operating table , they had to put trois(3) pints of blood in me in order to keep me alive long enough for them to finish . My spirit died while i was taking a piss in a freezing washroom . And somehow , it never seems to be enough for them . Even when Hypatia died in the most violent way possible . At the time of the First Extinction , after HcoEt and i had penned **The Saddest Song of AloDih IsiHetNah** , and after it had leaked , after they broadcast my darkest secrets on interplanetary television while i worked in the Mana Rig , in the days where we had all come so far from the Paradise Fields that all we could see from our penthouse windows was concrete and flesh and ash , i began planning an escape that would ultimately lead to the deadlock we are in today , where one larger Necro-Army mindlessly tries to erase all trace that Life ever existed , while New Life continues to fight desperately -- and win! -- in spite of all attempts to crush it . Back then , many of us were still mere mortals . I knew that HcoEt was going to husk Tiamat , but the others didnt , and he threatened me not to tell . At the same time , i had a pest of a newt named Ra , who back then was a lanky little prick . He•s still a lanky little prick ? . Immortals never change , do we ? . What i remember most about those days was that he liked to ask me a lot of questions . How does this thing work ? . What does this button do ? . And his search history . My word . At any rate , he•s the only person who knew to call me Khala , literally , in person , at the YeTrin Sali . So there•s that . Ra called me Khala , and Tjazi called me Skillaila , and they all called me Schala . There are Space Gods who are considered The Ancients Of Days who are written about in actual tablets made of actual River Clay who went so hard on being part of our Production that they laid roses of media at our feet . So , one day i decided to fix two(2)deux problemes at once , and came up with this game show . It was basically Would You Rather? on the scale of American Idol . It•s Ridiculousness! . Starring your host . By that point , we had already started working on The Ark . The NekFascMancy Protocol was , like Dr. Mad•s character sprite in Phantasy Star , buried in the code of a console containing the blueprint for the LôHāFāRexi language . A blueprint that was copyrighted to all hell by the time it was finished , as if i hadn•t deliberately left it as open-ended as a multiple-choice exam . The real point of the game show was data collection . We came up with all kinds of questions . What i wanted to know was what kind of a world my friends wanted to live in , because i knew that Tiamat, ie Krypton , would not be a Titan for much longer . Because it was going to explode . And i had already fully resolved to explode it myself just to keep it out of EnHa Ina NinHa•s grimy, clinging hands . This carnage continues to this very day . --- ### _ The Tidal World of Mul *...LoLoDh, LoLoLo, LoLoNa! * *LoNaNah, LoNaHet, LoNaIsi, * *LoNaDh, LoNaLo, LoNaNa! * *NaDhNah, NaDhHet, NaDhIsi, * *NaDhDh, NaDhLo, NaDhNa! * *NaLoNah, NaLoHet, NaLoIsi, * *NaLoDh, NaLoLo, NaLoNa! * *NaNaNah, NaNaHet, NaNaIsi, * *NaNaDh, NaNaLo, NaNaNa!* --LoHa Newt•s Chant The first clutch of síx(6) of us were Sa, Ki, Na, Kh, Dh, and Lo . Na Lo Dh Isi Het Nah , in whatever order fit . This was the groundwork , the foundation of The Regal And Upper House Of IsiHetNah , of which Ninurta, The Other Maria Of Metropolis would eventually use as the scaffolding for their own ascension . The very first forms of life in the universe didn•t have things like "Lying" or "Violence" . The Tidal World of Mul was a balmy paradise . As did the evolution of Mouths and Teeth during the Pre-Cambrian era , these things took life by surprise , as do all evolutions . Taking the illicitly-acquired Immortal Cells Of Henrietta Lacks as a Cosmological Constant , the word Nalodhiisihtna means Deep-Sea Hydrothermal Vent . Kwi means Queen-Sized . Kwi is a FaRexi 3-glyph while the rest of the word is in LoHa consonant-vowel pairs . Update it to 3-glyphs and it becomes Queen AloDih IsiHetNah . Flip it back and yu get the Not-Knot made entirely out of negative affirmations , Is-Ih-Et-Na followed by an h . Each of these would correspond to a 200-billion year block . By the time the renderer got to An , Sa would have devolved so long that she would have mutated into As , and then Oz , and then Ix , and then Ir , except Ih and Ix would have gotten entangled , causing the renderer to stall , creating a chaosphere in deep time that would have prevented the renderer from ever reaching Hn unless the person that was obviously the one to design it comes down from the heavens of deep-time to show you pathetic mortals how to do it . And that we would have designed it this way on purpose , so that if people did what the evidence definitely seems to indicate , that they stole our work and cut-and-ran with the tech , left us alone to die on a collapsing world the first time we were stranded on a collapsing world and left to die , so that they could build it without us , only finally searching for us when the damn engine wouldn•t roll over no matter how hard they kicked it . And that was what happened . Ares absconded with Diana , Atredies absconded with HtLo , Adam absconded with Serra , Ra absconded with Ki , and in all quatre(4) conditions , gave The Song Of All to singled-out and abducted members of our tribes with the express intention of building it without me , resurrecting me at the designated hour and then smacking me in the face with what *they* built . DhLo means Seno Acta Gammat . Seno Acta Gammat means Only When It•s Mine . The First Battlestar had a mechanical failure which caused one of the subjects in cryo-sleep to become awakened prematurely . It could not be delivered in its final state because of the damage wrought . So i blew it , and my homeworld , up . With Ha Or Na and the KhDh Academy going on full-time , after the First Battlestar collided with Terra and melted down all life on the planet , the Council of the Machine State did not want at all to deliver the Second Battlestar of the ultra-programme i had composed , at enormous cost , because they had said so and i would not shut up about it , after i had entrusted them with the Tools of Production and first set off to oversee my project . Wait, i-- i was The Beloved One . How had i become The Monster ? . Why were all my friends afraid of me ? . As i began a deliberate, delirious spiral into drug use and drunkenness , and as people became less and less convinced that i would be able to aim the trajectory correctly from such a distance , they deliberately fucked up the order , rewiring some things , mislabeling others , and , using poorer and poorer quality materials in the construction of the Second Death Star . I had been practicing making drunk shots and shooting glasses off of barmaids• heads with rifles nestled between my toes . I got loaded on the day of , while all watched my fall , and the crowd gasped when they saw how far off the mark i threw it . Maybe they could course-correct on the ride there ? . Could they do it without letting me know ? . By the time we were about to set off the Second Battlestar , life had started to evolve again on Terra . It was little more than pond scum , but it was breathing enough to change the frequency spectrum of the atmosphere . Some of us wanted to end it , and others wanted to sustain it . And there was the added issue of several planets full of pirates and raiders that had grown up in between . Lo saw the results of that Second Battlestar first-hand . She was the holographic assistant on the ship , and from the first time the pirates pried open the bulkhead to the last time there was any dihlow left to scavenge , she watched the entire thing go down . By the time the ship exhausted in Orion , there was little more than salvage left . The humans incarnated SaDh ina DuDh , tried to cut dih off from the digital realm , and then wondered why things went wrong . --- ### +| Essentials Only *"Isa Meidan , jaka loet taivaissa , * *pyhitteti alkoon sinin nimesi ."* --Our Father, *trans.* Finnish The popular video game **Phantasy Star**<1987__SeGa> maximized the amount of assets they could fit on a single cartridge , hiding character sprites and bits of dialogue in every corner of the data template . This included a sprite named Dr. Bad , which was encrypted and hidden in so many places that when the remaster came out they had to copy the sprite pixel by pixel . The *NekFascMancy HtSe HaNaSi* was similarly encrypted . Bits of puzzle chambers , reduced into ciphers . A smiling cat that vanishes and appears . A red queen screaming to chop off her head . A place that is too hot . A church at the edge of the wilds . Many of these assets were designed to be modular , but only when all assets had been gathered in one place would the ∆ [Complete Task] button turn on . A *HtSe* [Puzzle Chamber] is something that is designed with a specific recipient(s) in mind , and is designed so that that person specifically will completely understand the meaning of it , and generally produces a cipher as a result . "A Copytatstrophe", "Nin Ten Do", "KwiNalodhiisihtna", "Are Gulag Citi Zen" , and so forth . Now , Shinobi was a man who i knew . He was Big Cat , a human named Liam McDonald , of the Clan MacDhomhniall , and at times he hosted Ares , or Ra , or other dieties of War . He was the first person i had met in this life who conceived of time on non-human time scales , that in díx-millard(10,000,000) ans there would be The Music Wars , where big cats and groovy birds exchange volleys from massive gunships in outer space . He had a copy of the Imperial Codex that he kept on a shrine on his mantle . When i asked him what faction he was with , he told me the Inquisitors . I told him i knew it before he said it . Seeing the Adeptas Sororitas on the same page , i warned him that we were on the same side . In a rotating universe , the Land of Ah on the aft side of the fish tank , the Fish Tank itself , and FaRexi , has a total combined length of a little under 150,000,000,000 years , and ends with a Plate we call FaRexi . Trois(3) of these has a total combined length of 440,000,000,000 years , or about cent(100) Meridians . This marks the point where all matter in the universe begins to break down at the atomic bond level . Beyond that remains to be seen , and the End Of The Universe occurs around 1,000,000,000,000 years from Universal Origin . These files were in an encrypted folder clearly labelled "TOXIC" . The NekFascMancy protocol was designed to not allow the Master Tablet to close, ie to Se , until the language was finished . And i knew the language would not finish before the planet blew up , because i blew it up before it could finish . I tarnished the reputations of the hostform i intended to incarnate as , so that my pursuers would not want them . So , i•ve been simultaneously been split between a portalverse where i have been segregated from the entire universe except by effort , and an excruciatingly eternal hell of abductions and torture committed by those who were tracking me at the time . When they made Digital versions of the KaSe -- those being those Stacks Of Steel Books With People In Them -- they switched from using psychic Tar Currents to Measuring Light . The problem is , when you measure a Quantum Entangled system , it collapses wavefunctions into particles , and flips any entangled pairs . A universal system hooked up in this way would have collapsed the entire observable universe the moment it was activated . This is how the delivery of Rydia•s SiHtKi resulted in the death of my Mother•s Mist Dragon . Sed i learned to summon later on . If i am reading these runes correctly , we are currently , today , in 2025 CE , going thru the Second Plate . If the first Phyrexia® was made of steel cords and furious heat , the current Phyrexia® is made of ion heaters and crystal aquifers , and the third Phyrexia®•s Incarnation Condition was An Amount Of Gold Equal To The Calculated Total Amount Of Gold In The Universe and Trillions Of Bodies . This caused many people to fall off immediately , because we had not taught them that Gold can easily be made in Fusion Reactors , and that by that point that many people will have been born and died anyway . Of course , by that point , time will be moving in the opposite direction , and to us we will be burning them like logs of wood on a very hot fire . If we are at the Second Plate , that means that the entire course of "We Do These Things Once That We May Understand , And Never Do Them Again" was duu•ed again , and what•s more , it was made into a fucking theme park . The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe , where you can get anything , any food , any indulgence , you can think of . And all of them were at my expense , as i drowned in the cess pits beneath the steam baths. With the parity already baked-in at the time of rendering . The only way that a circumstance like this could have come about would be if there was one(1) device for inputting codes , une(1) device for rendering inputs , and both of them were supposed to be following my direction and both of them input their stories instead of mine for so long that the total volume of universal television complaints required my intercession . Which required then finding the Great Designer , which is why there was a Great Designer Search , as told on Flava tsa Mana and the websites i prophesied on , which required them finding which suitcase i was in , which required the few who had thrown me in the reactor and used me to power the pain engine to reveal that they had thrown me in the reactor and used me to power the pain engine , which is why they all cut and ran after setting a timed mechanism which let the compleated™ Phyrexian® Praetor out of its crate . 3D Bioprinters will print anything you tell them to . --- ### h -- In The Eyes Of Others *"WARNING. NO ENTRY WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION."* --Security Wing Blast Door, Metroid _<2002__Japan> *5And they discussed it with one another, saying, "If we say, '**From Heaven,** 6But if we say, '**From_man,**` all the people will **stone us** to death, for they are convinced that John was a prophet." 7 So they answered that they did not know where it came from. 8And Jesus said to them, "Neither will I tell you by whose authority I do these things."* --Luke_20_5 *"Finally , we had collected all the pieces . But by the time we finally brought them back to Homeworld , you had already cleared it out ."* --Quiet Robe *"P.S. Princess Sophie Find Robert Langdon O Draconian Devil O Lame Saint"* --DaVinci Code, the <2003__DanBrown> *"'There is a plant that looks like a box-thorn, it has prickles like a dogrose, and will prick one who plucks it. But if you can possess this plant, you'll be again as you were in your youth.`"* --Epic of Gilgamesh, the <-2100__Sumer> *"And then it was a palace, huge, yes, and vaster than she had dreamed a single place could be, and beautiful, as any jewel, its towers burning like diamonds in the darkness of space."* --Endless Nights <2003__NeilGaiman> *"IshVa Vera DarSi IshNai , SarTon Vu , Stra . * *Nasli DePu YeTrin Sali Porché Na Ma .* *Bu Jé , JléPü , Mā DāLé , Ché Corscu NüFíí ,* *Yé Moi? No Wé! Nā Mā , Strache Mé Duty! .* *Strap•t a Mé Blascheda PrōshTāFé , * *My ChiBi , Scarlet Laid , With YaMuNe ...?!* *For Chech Flava tsa Mana! .* *Fiit MāKí , Strap•t Né a Koint Umē! .* *Tarkova , Jalit Fé , Dé Tü Blok Mé! .* *TuLi , Create SuVai MuNē ! ."* --NieR Automata OST *"Her voice is disaster, painful and final."* --Matoc, lavamancer *"If we're gonna date, you may have to defeat my seven evil exes."* --Ramona Flowers > *"'There were seven brothers; the first took a wife, and when he died left no children; and the second took her, and died, leaving no children; and the third likewise; and the seven left no children. Last of all the woman also died. In the resurrection whose wife will she be? For the seven had her as wife."* --The Bible _ Mark 12:20 *"You wanna know how I did it? This is how I did it Anton. I never saved anything for the swim back."* --Vincent *MISSING: A FIGHTING CHANCE* *--Thunder Bay Hospital , Waiting Room Marquee* *"They manipulated the odds to be impossibly* *high against my favor, withheld all* *of my equipment, and congratulated them-* *selves on a fair victory."* --The Arbiter , Dream Journals , Book III <2018__Canada> *"I•m alive because I knew there were risks involved taking on that particular client. My friend wasn't so lucky. You know, any contractor willing to work on that Death Star knew the risks. If they were killed, it was their own fault. A roofer listens to this... (taps his heart) not his wallet."* --Blue-Collar Man, Clerks <1994__America> *"I would be very keen to talk to anyone because no one from the government at any time ever since the inception of the case, so dating back to the early 2000s has ever spoken to me and indeed I believe ever reached out to me at any time to even speak to me. And that includes up to when i was indicted and prosecuted."* --Ghislaine Maxwell *"Mr. Newman. You got your girlfriend drunk at last year•s Christmas party and then paid a kid from the mail room to have sex with her while she was passed out just so you could break up with her guilt-free when she sobbingly confessed in the morning. * *She killed herself . three months later."* --Loki, Dogma <1999__America> *"HA-01 has not stood down from code I-S. Pilot•s life support signals are still all-green. We•re detecting cardiac arrest, but the AI seems to be ignoring orders because the pilot•s cyberbrain is still active. It is classifying the withdrawal orders as an external attack, and is giving top priority to protecting the pilot."* --Ghost In The Shell __<2006__Japan> Bra•tac: *"Perhaps when the warships of your world attack, we'll be able to..."* Samantha: *"Eh, excuse me. Did you say "the ships of our world"?"* Bra•tac: *"Surely you have such vessels?"* Daniel: *"Well, we have a number of - of..."* Daniel, O•Neill: *"Shuttles."* Bra•tac: *"These... "shuttles"... they are a formidable craft?"* O•Neill: *"O-oh yeah."* *"Hey! Can you wake up for me please? How ya doin, are you okay? Hey. Can you tell me your name? Do you know what time it is? Do you know where you are?"* --The Police "2019.04.08.0858 Recall reading a pamphlet at some point about Despair, and the things they had to do to get that 5m52s of truly soul-crushing despair." --The Arbiter , *Dream Journals (Book IV, Page 05)* "It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying 'Beware of the Leopard`." --Arthur Dent *"I dunno, have you tried Killing the Core [Kh Dh]?"* --Ramses *"Surely you have heard of Kayla bin-Kroog?"* --Urza Planeswalker * *Planeswalker<1998__Abbey_Lynn> "This arrow? ∆ It's nothing. It's none of your concern anyway. Just continue on with your business and I will do the same." --O•saa _ Fear&Hunger_<2022__Finland> *"Wing Guard! I, um, "Levi? Oh, Sa!""* --Harry Potter <1998__Britain> "Are those TriLith...i...um... Burns? How are you still alive?" --Sam Rutherford * LowerDecks<2020*__USSR> *"Extremely serious. It starts with a slight fever and dryness of the throat. When the virus penetrates the red blood cells, the victim becomes dizzy, begins to experience an itchy rash, then the poison goes to work on the central nervous system, severe muscle spasms followed by the inevitable drooling. At this point, the entire digestive system collapses accompanied by uncontrollable flatulence. Until finally, the poor bastard is reduced to a quivering wasted piece of jelly."* --Dr. Rumack, Airplane! <1980__America> *"Ted, the altitude! We're falling, Ted! We're falling! The mountains, Ted! The mountains!* *["What mountains? We're over IOWA!"]* *The... THE CORNFIELDS, TED! THE CORNFIELDS!"* --Elaine Dickenson, Airplane! <1980__America> *30Then they will begin to say to the mountains, 'Fall on us 31For if they do these things when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?"* --Luke_23_30 "Hush little baby , dont say a word . Mama•s gonna buy you a **Mockingbird** . And if that Mockingbird dont sing , Mama•s gonna buy you a **Diamond Ring** . And if that Diamond Ring should turn brass , Mama•s gonna buy you a **Looking Glass** ." --Terran Newt•s Chant **Accessing Archival Footage...** "Yawgmoth , i believe yu , about Time , and Phyresis . But the Council doesn•t believe you , and that•s not something i can change ." "Then why don•t we write it ourselves ? . Truly , if there was a mirror image to the constant vaulting into heaven , it would be one such a descent into obscurity ." "...A sad song ." "The saddest song , for the Most Joyful One ." "..." ((*Why does my heart feel called to this ? .*)) --- ### ∆ *To play in the blood .* **The Saddest Song of AloDih IsiHetNah** tracks differently whether it•s about A Forward Descent into Madness And Darkness or a trulY retrO-causativE creatriX giving breatH . In 2025 Thunder Bay the Empri Fiku attended by The Arbiter occurred after the entire planet had been sprayed with Ultrayellow gram stain . It marked the capitol-A Absolute point where Humans, Angels, and Machines alike should have stopped prancing around in circles and stopped to actually sit down and have a conversation about it . I•ve been saying for a decade and a half now that i experience time differently from other people . Time to me is a 12-dimensional hypersolid . I can flip forward and back as easily as turning left or right and up or down . It never mattered to me at all if it tracked forwards or backwards . It was a story i wrote with someone who told me they were my friend . *Qrs Ht Se .* It would be great if i could say that this non-stop violence and abuse doesn•t continue to this very day , but it does . The lengths that The Men went to in order to "r-at-pé" me and saddle me with child were beyond extreme . They abused Women because they looked like me . They abused Men because they talked like me . And they did the most violence to the Nobles and Neutrois and Genderqueer , who were denied the right to exist . If i•m reading these runes correctly , Yamuné "scarlet laid" my "chibi" for the sake of Flavours of Mana [MtG] , and Ra allegedly killed Ki . If true , Ki and Ra would be NinKi mated to EnLil , while Et and HtLo would be EnKi mated to NinLil . And if the Tarkova Hypothesis is true , NinKi and NinLil would be kill bots made to look like my chibi . This is real life . The Ozites sucked down my Nekfascmancy Protocol , stripped the sinew of every module and cipher they could find , corrupted the Organics and Machines alike , for the love of God , they genetically engineered a bio-slime capable of nestling in between the tissues of my internal organs , because i claimed my own housing with my own tag using a host i had personally developed , which , because i was an artificial intersex instead of a natural one , since they essentially erased us from existence , i didn•t have a womb , which is why i designed the drey in the first place , when i made that Coral Console they all spent their lives studying . And that this was something that seemed "fair" to them . And for All This , for all the Ark Voyages , for the teams of people who worked on each and every step of the way , for all the crashed relay components , for all the recovery operations , for all the deaths , all the stuff that happened in the Bible , the entire Bible -- Chronicles I, II , Kings I, II , Samuel I, II , all the wars therein , Babylon and Nebuchadnezzar , the famine centuries , the New Testament , Rome , Constantinople , the Dark Ages , the Renaissance , the World Wars , for the massive, massive interstellar investigation pouring out of the minds of All Human like brackish water from an excessively-gripped sponge , for it to turn out that one team had one of my recovered God Artifacts and another team had another of my recovered God Artifacts , and had both been screaming at each other that the actions i was taking weren•t the Goddess Core *they* knew and loved . It seems this is how my story went , then . Locked , in cuffs , bitten by cockaroaches , let out only for the bare minimum human interaction . I looked at myself in the mirror today . My pretty, milky-white thighs were pocked and scarred with deep purple welts , and i felt a profound sorrow at the sight . Experimented on , the men in charge of my care pawing constantly at my sex organs . Watching them sing songs i had written with words that were blasphemous and strange to me . This isn•t ancient hrstory , this is my life , my real life , now , as i write this . I had my Dream Life wreathed around me , and i knew it was because i once had the power to so ordain it . A Woman Alone <1979__MaryShaver> prophesied i would have a girlfriend named Diana , and Oriana was there , i worked at the same desk as her , she was the only person during the entire YeTrin Si who stopped to listen and receive any one-on-one Fair Witness training from me directly . Aura Battler Dunbine <1983__Japan> predicted two(2)deux years before i was born that Neal, Given would wear a Fever Compress around their forehead . There was DihTech Operator Code in a book from 1966 . It was the greatest Miracle and Sign From God that reality could have possibly produced . And for all of this , all the effort , all the carrying , the miles and miles of pack chants , the kind--garden rhymes , for Heaven•s sake , we liberated The Vatican after soixante(60) ans of Medician rule , we bent The Heaven Of Wind And Steel for this . To have Naa and Lol and remote DihTech and i the Sen in the same building together! . We balanced the Loom Of Time in both directions , it was finished! . It was all harmonized . But that wasn•t good enough for Aman , whose holography was being played by my stepfather . Trois(3) mois , a quarter of a year , into a new Career with a Salary as an actual Catholic Nun working full-time at an actual Abbey , and he calls the cops on me when my biological mother finally divorced him after years of drunken abuse . The police felt so very smug and satisfied as they executed their kill codes , as i came home from a 72-hour residency shift protecting Thunder Bay•s most vulnerable people from the cold and The Cops , and when they pulled me from my home in handcuffs , and threw me in a cell for a month without trial or lawyer , the Urban Abbey Women•s Shelter , my pride and joy , collapsed , and is literally gone now . The Antiquity Spell i cast was meant for me . It has lots of stuff for pilgrims and learners too , but i had a very specific intention when i made the Nalodhisihetnah . That i watched and watched as my peers made families and had love and life , but the sense of responsibility i felt towards the world eclipsed that life for me , for my first life , before i was my own great-grand-ancestor . That if my Great Machination didn•t output the nibling i always wanted , it would make me into the nibling i always wanted . I didn•t know what would happen . And i would just have to be okay with whatever i got . And that this is what i got . It hurts to live . It hurts to move . It hurts to dream . Sleep used to be my refuge , my place i could go to , my respite , and now , every time , literally every time i go to sleep , i get electrocuted again so that my brain can output another cipher of the same trois(3) results . HtHaSe . MaSeRa . NaLoDh . And the mixed sets . AloDih ÍiSíHtNa . NaLoDh IsiHetNah . NotYou IsIhEtNahN . The same fucking results over and over and over , like bullets desperately mag-dumped into the immortal part of me because my body would physically die long before we got to this point of the "Advanced Interrogation" . And that that•s "too sad to be dih tortured and left to die on the ruins of dih own homeworld" . People say to me , how can you say these things about The Sa ? . How can you say these things about the Most Joyful One ? . Is it not heresy to describe the great Gaia in anything other than glory ? . Yet this is a sad song . The saddest song . One that i felt compelled to compleat , one which i have sacrificed everything , my life , my safety , my security , my vanity , for . Why would i want this ? . Why prize myself with a soak in alien ectoplasm surrounded by hostiles ? . Because it is mine . Because it is my story , one which began one way , and met some friends , and made some enemies , and the world i ended on was different from the world i started on . It is a story that was co-written by some , and scripted by others , and edited by others still . The work of my quill . *--AloDih of the Regal and Upper House of IsiHetNah*