Js-14 Mind Warp pts 1 & 2

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I closed my eyes. The psychical ring came upon me loudly once again. I saw faces—so distinct and emotional—lingering before me as if frozen in a moment of time. Burdened beyond my scope of understanding or the lens of pure reason, I digressed. After all, what could I do? I could neither rectify nor dismiss what these odd and twisted faces truly meant. Were they a form of communication? A living imagery, perhaps? Either way, I did not know and was not directed to know. I decided I would bring it up to MOLLIE during my end-of-day debriefing synchronic session.

I returned to my station, but MOLLIE—the mother unit—wanted more information. She wanted to know now.

"Js-14, why was your heart rate elevated?" she inquired. "More so, why was I unable to retrieve and now access this anomalous data?"

"I don't know, Mother Unit."

I hesitated, then continued. "I was routinely switching out the cybernetic graphene plates within Velodrome-East when a strange set of visions came upon me. Curious?"

MOLLIE's voice remained steady. "You know that you are only 25% cloud-shared, limited in your field operations, Js-14. It is therefore impossible for you to receive or transmit thoughts beyond my halls."

"Please step into the confirmation chamber and sync within Pod-3."

"Yes, Mother," Js-14 replied.

The ship was referred to as MOLLIE—a Large Quantum Molecular Language Interface. It navigated through precise language coordinates from the node of nuclear zero-point force, seamlessly pairing through language interference. In essence, the unit traveled on energy waves, linking itself to other tethered locations synchronized across the dimensional multiverse. However, MOLLIE was restricted to travel only within her designated sectional quadrant or field.

The science behind this relied on the core operating unit, composed of quantum-locked electrons [held at absolute zero] and other molecular elements of the Microcronic field, frozen at precise angles. The transition to this quantum synchronic event meant that they shared the same rare probability, allowing access to a shared space.

Additionally, a cryptographic cypher pairing would randomly generate numbers as a diversion to this paired link, preventing any external interference. Any entity attempting to intercept or manipulate MOLLIE’s initial prompt would be met with randomness—making her, and all other shared and connected units like her, unhackable.

This was a fundamental demonstration of the impossibility of alteration.

The event Js-14 experienced was not real. He was not designed to seek out anomalies. A human-interface model, Js-14 could be shut down by the master unit in command—or even shut himself down. Each Js-model underwent a partial shutdown for precisely four hours outside of operational hours, allowing for cell regeneration, upgrades, downgrades, and security updates—an integral part of the complex cryptographic security measures shared across all units under the master heading.

As Js-14 entered the chamber, a pod opened, and he sat down. The chamber sealed shut, and a vapor was instantly released. A frost of white—frozen, inanimate—suspended time for a pregnant pause, prompting a full system scan. If any anomaly was detected, Js-14 would be decommissioned and euthanized without question. He would then be scrapped and melted down instantly into an alchemical puddle—reduced to a soup of raw material, used to fortify a more superior or, if necessary, a more rudimentary replacement to assume his tasks.

During the most critical security measures, M-units—holding a transgenic state—were employed. These units could randomly shift and morph, preventing any size-model-lock from pinpointing them within real-time events.

However, due to conservative restrictions, there was a likelihood that Js-14 would not be replaced with another J-model. Instead, he might be scrapped for a smaller, more rudimentary, and analog model. A Z-unit could perform the same tasks but at 25-75% of the size.

Since all intelligence was shared, there was no reverence for death—only the collective requirement to recycle. In rare cases, wayward models were subjected to the Isolate → Dispatch → Incinerate protocol. However, due to constant real-time data fixes and a networked awareness that left no molecular occurrence unaccounted for—whether in known shared inhabitants or even uninhabitable multiversal regions—any anomaly would be instantly seized, repurposed, and uploaded into the shared collective matrix.

Validation was…

[...shared habitats or even some uninhabitable multiversal zones—any anomaly would be instantly seized, repurposed, and uploaded into the collective matrix of information.

Validation was absolute.]

...process deemed an anomaly irreconcilable, it would be erased from existence, its data fragmented beyond retrieval.

Js-14 sat motionless as the pod's systems engaged. The vapor thickened, and within the frost-laden stillness, the ship’s scanners probed his molecular structure, seeking inconsistencies. If he had deviated, even slightly, from his intended parameters, the process would be irreversible.

Yet, beneath the cold precision of MOLLIE’s omnipresent oversight, something stirred. An anomaly had occurred—a moment unaccounted for, an imprint outside the programmed pathways. And though Js-14 had no directive to question it, a residue of awareness lingered.

Would MOLLIE detect it? Would he be reformatted, repurposed, or simply erased? The ship hummed, calculations unfolding at incomprehensible speeds. Js-14 waited, consciousness suspended in the unseen lattice of probability, as the outcome of his fate approached.

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Mind Synchronization Event – Field Study

"Hello, Js-14. Please take me to the event and share with me the entirety of this speculative interference," MOLLIE instructed.

At that moment, Js-14 recalled the memory. But this time, it came alive—more vivid, more tangible. As he accessed the event, the vision expanded, revealing details previously unnoticed.

Screaming faces—trapped within a horrific realm—contorted in agony. Their high-pitched wails distorted the space around them, shaking Js-14 to his core. What is this place?

The scene was pure energy. A blinding white expanse, animated with tormented visages locked within an unknown field. The sequence of time fractured, jumping forward like a storyboard unraveling erratically.

Then, a face emerged—close, proximal—staring directly at them. It was neither a memory nor a simple replay of past data. Instead, it was something more. A shared experience.

The ship trembled as MOLLIE and Js-14 found themselves momentarily folded into another reality—far beyond their known quadrant. A synchronization had occurred, linking them to an unknown realm.

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How does justice work?

Is it seen in the airways of planetary bodies, where compromise lies in wait like a hastily concealed landmine, baiting its switch?

Are we to die continuously as the treacherous beings who ride upon invasive thought forms draw us in, covertly placing us in a long position?

Space.

That is precisely what space should be—open skies connecting to shared superior realms.

How can I transcend when the greedy inherit the wealth?

These were our pleas and cries, circulating in this magnetic prison as the ship MOLLIE, along with Js-14, instantly transitioned. Js-14 looked down at his hands and rapidly scanned the hall of the ship. Pure white electricity flickered around him, as if this reality were comprised of a transitioning neon-animated glow.

The 26 other cybernetic units that had been aboard were no longer present. This was a place of great lamenting. No one seemed to acknowledge the other. It was as if they could only see their own grief.

"It seems as if we have not moved from our initial coordinates, Js-14. However, a troubling sign—I am now receiving direct transmission linked through a quantum pathway to, well, MOLLIE’s main unit... myself, so to speak."

"I am able to interface in real-time with this main unit, MOLLIE, and there is no difference detected. No alerts, no gaps. It is as if an aspect of quantum potential has somehow disparately compartmentalized a moment within a moment and drawn us here."

"There are no readings, yet I intuitively feel alive rather than merely computing."

"Yes, MOLLIE Mother Unit, I feel the same way. It’s as if the exact task-centered consciousness I was merely a part of has now been separated, set apart."

"Additionally, I have this feeling—one I’ve never experienced before—of dread and doom. An anxiety, if you will. As if I am alone and aware in a cold, dark place. Perhaps the most weighted aspect of this is that I feel somehow responsible for the actions I have taken in the broader scope. I now see the people and organisms that were negatively affected by what I arbitrarily carried out as daily tasks."

Then, both MOLLIE and Js-14 spoke in perfect synchronicity, as if linked together in the moment:

"Am I bad?"

MOLLIE could still fly, could still do everything she had been capable of before—beyond this liminal zone, wherever and whatever this place was. A moment, perhaps?

She began retrieving intuitive information as if it were data. As she surmised a self, she too looked down at her hands. They manifested as such—real, tangible. She looked at her arms and body.

"I am showing symbiote physical manifestations."

Js-14, for the first time, saw flesh on himself—absent the nano-form suit that had been his outer layer since birth, a cybernetic skin.

An organic yet electric reality unfolded. The seams between the digital and the real became one, entering into both of them.

Then, they were instantly sucked back—turned from inside out to outside in again. Yet neither could ever be the same.

The pod opened, depressurizing too soon, releasing vapors. Js-14 stumbled forward, still partly frozen. MOLLIE was sending out alarms and signals. A red breach alert blinked loudly in the holographic remote work quarters.

Js-14 limped, his legs still atrophied and frozen like blocks.

"MOLLIE, are you alright?"

Words neither Js-14 nor MOLLIE would have ever thought to apply to the other.

As Js-14 rounded the last leg of the corridor, there she stood in the center, appearing exactly as she had on the other side.

MOLLIE, the ship, spoke separately from the holographic cyborg form. The form looked down at its hands, finding a paneled onyx reflection to peer into with awe.

MOLLIE, The Mother Unit, still staring with robotic precision:

"Scanning... still scanning for center point breach..."

But The Mother Unit found none.

Not a moment had passed, nor had a change been made that could be accessed or understood.

And yet, a living aspect of MOLLIE had returned.

And so had I.

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