ENTELECHY – 3 – Crepuscular of Limited Questions

Topher begins revolutionizing the world by acknowledging Artillects and computer-based life forms as equal.  By appealing to the maligned and forgotten Topher forms his power-base.  Next, Topher decrees that Magnolia Orchard, will be known as Star Garden, and seceded from NAU.  Topher requests from the World Nations Organization to have the Gardens acknowledged as a separate country.  The Malthusian Commission rallied other WNO blocs to deny Topher’s petition.  In retaliation, Topher raises the numerous Sacred Orchards around the world from their countries, creating tribal utopias with unlimited power, clean water, food, etc…  This begins a quickly escalating terrorist war between Rejenys and status quo.

The conflict began in earnest when a series of Malthusian coordinated terrorist attacks occur at Sacred Orchards across the world.  In Afruika, hysteria reaches pitch when Rejenys followers are lead into a mass execution in Mount Eros; among them is Melissa Cobalt, who prays to Topher but Nico arrives, taking the survivors away.

Next, in Vargaria, while on a romantic hunting trip with Ninive, Wyte is killed by Malthusian Coalition soldiers.  After Wyte’s funeral, Topher sends apostles out to purchase items for a Pantheon dinner.  With his friend murdered, Topher believes that peaceful existence with the current WNO cannot be.  Using the Sacred Orchards as hubs, Topher enflames the Burning Ember, whose Tear re-emits an electric-magnetic pulse that leaves 79% of the population in suspended animation.  When the remaining 21% of the population awaken their memories and identities are reset.  The Pantheon takes residence within The Ember, abandoning the amnesiacs to build a new society unburdened by preconceived ideals.

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Entelechy – 2 – Vespers at Sacred Orchards Outline

Returning to Earth at Ulurru Megalith, everyone returns to Magnolia Orchard, where Nico and Topher began constructing the first Sacred Orchard.  While in the market buying goods, Nico meets John Smith, and not knowing Earth customs interjects on his behalf, inciting him to become obsessed with Nico.

Topher leaves without a word and is tracked down by Ean Felix, under NEON orders.  Ean finds Topher at Ulurru Megalith going under ascension, fully accessing his godhood.  Topher does this with an audience of Rejynis followers, cementing the cult as a mainstream religion.

Nico, new to Earth, gets a world tour while going under her own ascension.  As Nico travels the world she sets up the sites of the sacred orchards and learns about various Earth cultures.  During Nico’s World Tour, she begins assembling several followers who arise to join a pantheon forming at Magnolia Orchard.  John Smith tracks Nico through interwebs, covering his apartment in newsprintings.

Acting in NAU’s security interests, NEON begins trailing the Magnolia Orchard Residents’ World Tour, beginning with Wyte & Ninive showing Nico Huxia (Japan) ruins.  Nico then travels to Varagia and Ascomanni with Oen; Mesogeois with Ien; Afruika with Wyte; True Cross with Topher.  When Nico & Topher return to Magnolia Orchard they find throngs of Rejynis followers, and John Smith among them.

The military and political tensions in The Valley are a microcosm of the larger societal problems that were found around the world.  One day, while touring Magnolia Orchard’s garden Nico re-meets John Smith and arbitrarily experiments with her pheromone powers on him, pushing his obsession to fanaticism. The General of Praetorian Guard, with NEON surveillance, confronts Topher about his worldly travels, warning him that whatever is planned will not occur in a void, he will be watched.  Topher’s college ex-girlfriend, Melissa Cobalt travels to Sacred Orchard and confronts Topher about him disappearing and returning without any word, and they have closure.

Following a terrorist attack at a local hotel, Topher lays out his plan to the assembled Pantheon to speed the evolution of Earth.

ENTELECHY – 1 – Matutinal Dialogues (Outline)

Topher Moore went through his life believe he was only typical.  Then taking an internship on an inter-discipline expedition to the Megalith at Ulurru Rock.  There his presence sends the Megalith into radioactive spasms, which send Topher and the rest of the interns to the distant Aeolya Belt.

At the Aeolya Belt Topher learns he is the embodiment of the populace’s primary religious deity.  Topher discovers that the other interns were Aeolya and had been sent to retrieve him.  Upon discovering a political conspiracy by the P’iytha Citadel to consolidate power during next leadership vote in The Senate of Citadels, by setting off a false terrorist attack. Topher is murdered and left for dead in Plᴂtuo.  He is found by the young political disrupter Nico, who nurses him back to health.  She teaches him Aeolya language, history, and culture.  Under her guidance Topher awakens his innate ability, and regains his memories.  Topher takes Nico to all the other interns only to discover they’ve been seduced by Aeolya decadence.  Their last check-in is with intern Wyte, who at the same time has just left the revelation of the underside of Aeolya society.

Breaking into the Senate vote, they battle waves of Atchium and other Aeolya.  When they arrive, the vote is already underway.  Topher gives his life to stop the bombing, and he survives the explosion unscathed.  P’ithya tries to turn the situation to her advantage but is stopped by Topher who denounces her actions and beliefs.  Topher then denounces Aeolya Belt, announcing his intent to leave for Earth.  The remaining interns go as well, disillusioned by the compromises needed in governing.

Aeolya Interplanetary History

The Aeolya dived deep into the Promenades to seek their origins.  They experimented on the microbes and organisms that were discovered, and sewed onto Helixes.

In Mourning Cry Promenade, at the Tear of the Burning Ember, The Phylx bred Soot.  The Senate of Citadels argued over the Soot’s value, its part in their origin.  The oldest of the Citadels saw Soot as the same as themselves, but several of the younger Citadels found a connection insulting, and The Great Hemorrhaging broke out amongst Citadels.  Reaching a cold war, Promenades were divided amongst Citadels as territories. 

The Zyius Citadel was granted the Mourning Cry Promenade, and immediately began building their primary outpost, Uluuru City, at The Burning Ember.  To hasten the spread of Zyius colonies, Atchium were created for experimentation to facilitate adaption to climate changes.

As Ulurru City’s opulence grew, Atchium’s role transitioned from experiment to slave. Eventually, the Atchium outnumbered their creators and engineered independence by disrupting economic benefits to resource cultivation.  The Atchium created environmental disasters that isolated outposts and colonies, resulting in most forces being removed from trade-protection to being applied to maintaining order.   With resources deemed inadequate, the Zyius emigrated back up Promenades to The Aeolyan Belt, abandoning the outpost to the Atchium.

Nico Finds a Body

As the first sun rose to mid-morning it winked over the skyline, Nico, with hands in her pockets, kicked a rock as she walked the shadowed streets of Plᴂtuo.  She passed a particularly dirty alley when a long deep barely audible moan came from a pile of trash.  Nico walked into the alley to investigate the origin of the unique noise.  In the silence she lost the path, but then from under the farthest heap came a burst of yellow and blue light.  Nico quickened her pace, knowing her destination, and then dropped to her knees next to the pile of trash.  She pushed the trash aside when there was another moan.  A man’s body become revealed under Nico’s efforts, and she began moving the trash quicker.  Had it been later in the day, surely, the sound would’ve been inaudible, she thought.  When the man’s body was completely freed from the trash Nico cradled him in her arms; he looked very familiar to her eyes.  Quickly, she looked around the debris for materials to create a makeshift cot.  There weren’t pieces large enough make a study vessel, so placing the body down Nico rummaged through her bag.  She pulled out three candles, placed them in a tight pyramid, and used a thumb flick to light them.  Nico said a quick prayer calling the refuse to gather under the man, lift him, and followed her back home.

Œn’s Bath

Œn Phyᶅx floated in the center of the bath watching amber ripple across the domed ceiling.  He stared through the illusion, occasionally sighing.  Eventually, Œn swam from the center and out of the bath.  In the gold-resin light, runes on Œn’s body danced across his mercury skin, dictating to two Céilophaïs to wrap him in a ᶄhiᵵon then pinned it over his left shoulder.  Œn’s zoster rose from the table near the water and wrapped its self around Œn’s waist, up his torso and down the right arm.  Rubbing his eyes Œn then motioned for the tarook, which had been next to the khiton, came into Œn’s left hand.  Œn motioned for two more of the Céilophaïs to follow out of the room.

In the hallway, Œn guided his Céilophaïs left before halting them.  Œn delegated three of the Céilophaïs to the roof to handle the spy by disposing of the body in Plᴂtuo because there a dead body isn’t of notice.  He took the remaining Céilophaïs to the library, where Œn sat in the center of the ᶄricᶅiniᶏ.  There he spread he placed nine tarook face down on the center table.  In a brass bowl, Œn lit a cone of bahroot and inhaled as he turned each of the cards face up.

Topher Moore’s Death

Topher Moore squatted and peered through the translucent domed roof.  Inside was a large circular bathe that was filled by a stream from the wall.   There was a lone bather in the bath, which was flanked by six guardsmen, dressed in scaly armor.  The room was lit by floating orbs that lined the room.  The bather swam from the center and walked out of the bath.  His skin was mercury and decorated with swimming black rune-tattoos.  Two of the present six guards wrapped the man in a long cloth, and then a belt, which wrapped itself around the bather’s chest, and then down his right arm.  The bather motioned for two more of the guards to follow as they walked out of the room.

The remaining guardsmen dimmed the orbs as they made their way around the perimeter of the room.  Topher could see their lips moving, so closed his eyes and focused on silencing the ambient noise from the streets.  There was sudden hot pain in Topher’s left shoulder, quickly followed by two more sharp pains in his kidneys.  Looking down at the source of the pain Topher saw sharp blades protruding from his body.  Slowly he turned his head around to see that the blades weren’t from swords but purple cloth ribbons, which were extended from the three guardsmen that had escorted the bather out.

Entelechy Prophect Dream

Nico slowly walked barefoot through a reflective cave, where different living images of herself stared back at herself.  As she moved through the labyrinthine cavern a pinpoint of light appeared, and acted as guide, growing the closer she came to her exit.  As the light overcame her, Nico stepped out onto the balcony of a morpheous-house, constantly remolding itself like a sandcastle, looking out across panoramic views of a deep-sea valley of green and red mercury.  Nico made her way to the ocean’s large beach, which she found covered in a chilly fog.  An unfamiliar young man stood before her; his hair was messy, with alien brown eyes, but was dressed in Sect garb.  The young man was gored.  The ocean’s waves behind him gave off gentle silver illuminating shadows.  The moon’s sky journey sped, searching for its apex before driving into the fathoms, repeatedly, unlit it became a comet.  He let go of Nico, looking over his shoulder he evaporated in a gray mist.

The ocean’s waves gave off gentle silver illuminating shadows.  The moon’s sky journey sped, searching for its apex before driving into the fathoms, repeatedly, unlit it became a comet.  He let go of Nico, looking over his shoulder he evaporated in a gray mist.  As he disappeared from view, his disturbing far away green-glass eyes that did not belong in his face were the last to leave her.  Nico bit her lower lip, unable to describe life only as apathy.  As the calm polluted the area, a slowing tik-tok filled the air until it stopped.  Her hair fell around her face as she covered it with her trembling hands.  She hasn’t once had a night since then without him appearing in her dreams, either as the primary topic or as a haunting peripheral.  She cried, running from the ocean into an orchard that lined a grass path, and when she came to the river she pulled her night gown to her knees and crossed.  The trees on the other side were wet the past rains, and matted Nico’s hair as well as soaking her skin; the wet hid the tears that now streamed down her face.  Nico ran to the far side of a disintegrating Aeoli, continuing up a hill to the crumbling Temple with crooked stairs, supervised by the Seer Who Never Speaks.

Behind the Temple was a cemetery of disintegrating tombstones engraved with forgotten names.  Nico turned left through sculpted gates into a formally landscaped terrace surrounded by foreign weeping trees, that increased the sense of distance between her and Aeoli. To the south was a parterre garden of pink, white, and blue flowers, encased a wrought fence, enhancing the feeling of complete seclusion.  There a waterfall which filled a pond near the largest apple tree.  This time rather than flowing into a pond, it emptied into a great and silent mercury ocean.  A great and gorgeous woman rose from the mercury sea a distance from shore.  The woman was covered in exquisite jewels, but otherwise was completely nude.

“I am the daughter of Fortitude,” said the woman approaching, “ravished continuously since youth.  I am the sister of Understanding and Science; and the Single Light Star oppress me.  They cover and desire me the infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I exist robed in the mist of the Circle of the Stars.  My actions come like a zephyr, and are sweeter than lamprocanos dew.  My garments are from the beginning, and my dwelling is in myself.  The Fifth House know not where I walk, neither does the Ninth Fields understand me.  I am deflowered, yet a virgin; I am sanctity and am not sanctified.  Fortunate is embraced by me: for in silhouettes I am thorny sweetness, and in the day full of gratification.  My company is a symphony of many symbols and my lips sweeter than health itself.  I am a harlot for such as ravish me, and a virgin with such as know me not.  For lo, I am a loved of many, and am lover to many; and as many as come unto me as they should do, have entertainment.

“Purge your paths, Soot of the Light, and wash your feet clean; bathe in the holy, and garb in righteousness.”  The nude woman’s voice echoed, “Cast out your withered flower seeds, and burn their chaff; abstain from company of the besmirched, and then will I dwell amongst you; I will bring forth generations, and they shall be of comfort.  I will open my legs, and stand enflamed before you, that your love is towards me.”  The closer the woman became the clearer the words she chanted became: “Oh my darling, my darling…”

When the purple woman’s feet touched the sand beneath the water, the binary suns sped up their axial spinning, and the Aeolya Belt vacillated in its rotations.  Uncontrollably Nico embraced the strange woman as mother, and the sun came closer, so that Nico could see its orange halo and destructive flares.  The clouds blew across the sky as if blewn by a hundred kilometer per hour winds.  Behind Nico she could hear buzzing like a mosquito.  The sun continued to rise searing the sky, stretching shadows until they turned grey.  When the suns reached their apex, the moon rose followed by blue noiselessness.  Mother’s hands pushed Nico from the noise, transforming into white silence, which in turn encapsulated invading sounds of Aeoli.

From behind Nico thunder clouds formed and advanced.  The clouds swirled and formed horrid images, absorbing the stars in its path.  When the clouds covered Nico they opened up releasing rain that dissolved the home around her, leaving only great ocean.  Nico held her breath as she collapsed to the ground.  She cursed tasting fear.  Then the ground opened and took Nico in.  The tree leaves encased her body, sealed in place by marching ants.  As the ant bejeweled cocoon fell over Nico’s face she saw the sky go black, and she was then blind.  Mercury leached from the walls filling the cavernous ground.  Nico smelled burning flesh, bones, and abstraction.

Nico woke late that morning, a pillow cradled between her arms, and sweat coated her warm body.

The Lone Vagabond

The Lone VagabondI stood, dressed in a vintage 50/50 Merc-Tile shirt and Adidas track pants, in front of my leather lined full length mirror, holding both outfits critiquing for all flaws or compliments; examining and modifying for the best narrative.  The first was J. Crew dark jeans, blue Gant Rugger cardigan, denim grey colored shirt by Band of Brothers, and Ralph Lauren shoes.  The second outfit was all Sean John: a brown leather racing jacket, black crewneck sweater, dark vintage wash jeans, and white shelltop shoes.

It had been two years since Ian Jimenez; four years since ending with Jeremy Schwach.  I believed they were different, but they weren’t.  Both smiled to confuse, while I talked; they were egocentric, but I thought myself unique.  They were cowards asking opinions like collecting pebbles, demanding emotional risks from others.  I expected others to provide answers I was not willing to discover; I read greedily choosing pieces of others’ ideas to get through situations with a minimal guilt.  To help with this delusion conversations and gestures were considered foreign languages to be deciphered.  I had dated but remained perpetually single, only selecting those that were unavailable either emotionally, physically, or by lifestyle; there was no risk of fault or blame when everything went wrong; I only wanted the appearance of trying, that way people felt sympathy.  “Dating is difficult,” they’d say and stop asking questions, so I could stay safe by not including anything that wasn’t previously established.

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