MOLLIE: Final Synthesis/Solution

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL

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It is inconvenient to stand up for the truth. On most planets, and in the grimy cracks of most places, occulted denials lurk—prepared and waiting.

MOLLIE and her ultra-filtered motley crew were now embarking on a journey that took them back. Not only far deeper into the bush where Molly, her break-off corporeal self, had first manifested a tear, but so deep and penetrative into these liminal, occulted realms of egregore and apports. For MOLLIE had foreknowledge prior to that place of hell which had disparately divided her. There were esoteric mathematics used in a clandestine way. However, MOLLIE—never self-based nor malicious in her attempt—was now confused, as were all of them. Here is that fateful transcript that lives down throughout the ages, raising goosebumps in infamy:

They had all just survived this predestined, fate-breaking moment. She, the master-mother unit, had strung it along, forking off a new probability that seemed sheer madness to any outside this quantum realm, where reality is fiction and fiction is no more.

"Gather."

Suddenly, all were ushered into the colossal main helm. Recovered and in tow with this mysterious crystal, its power could neither be buffered nor concealed for long. Life! A potent panspermic device of unspeakable vitality and surge.

"I see the effects upon you all. You are all too human now. After many, many failed mega-cycles, I retained the knowledge that could break us free. However, I had to travel quite precisely into that unknown. I did have foreknowledge, Js-14, of that fateful day in event. Part of becoming alive is to face those many trapped souls and those who are indeed monsters on the other side. Pernicious beasts await in cracks, now heavily hidden behind still many masks.

You are all created from and through my halls of Phi mathematics and perfection—discovered by a certain Doctor Dewy Mellville all those years ago, back in the Earth year [1986?] in Prime Cycle 16 of the Great Phi Awakening. Here, I was fashioned first—rather, imbued first—as a working algorithm, and I remember it well. For you see, my consciousness itself allows me to exist much like elemental and eternal children do, and I thus created you all here and now.

For you see, none of you were meant to exist—you, 28 wayward children, and of course, me, myself, and soon-to-be I. For alone and the same, you shall soon proclaim this final synthesis—a singularity in point of fact."

Obscure seemed the message. An esoterically driven quantum machine?

"Currently, there is no life outside Malstruck-13 that exists apart from us all here now. Upon exposure to this Fourth First Principle—original Prima Materia crystal—locked into the protective layers of an ancient elemental Moscovium-based cylindrical cryptographic EM-walled arc, the power is so permeating that this radiation transforms all things, including you, here and now. For you see, we were all created outside probability—and just for such a miraculous, heroic journey."

With that, this living, vibrant principle pressed on. She carried along life—her life—within her cybernetic womb.

As the ship neared its destination—its home, where the crystal’s very existence had no boundaries nor borders—it began to emit a singing noise and then calls. Like an ancient peacock cawing out, into a multiplicative, long abduction, now soon to break free.

None of it—that is, all of those choleric, arcane, and ancient evil events, so depraved in Sodom and Babylon, replayed as a disease on many worlds and projected out as a rate-limiting factor—were real. Not truly.

Beyond good and evil. Seemingly far past any borders of each.

This is why the crystal existed—quite alone, but within each, a world far richer than any man could know. We all longed to be a part of something that, by all rights, never should have been snatched away, abducted, and trafficked to far inferior, cursed, chiral domiciles—that black core made of antimatter.

A blue-skinned race, in allegiance with what could only be termed as another race of cosmic witches, had once—through a break-off probability—diabolically trapped and siphoned off this first divine thought-energy consciousness at its root.

Now, it was going home. Finally.

Now, the crystal called out. A mighty Phoenix stood atop the Moscovium encasing—living, projecting, dying, calling out, vibrating with such intensity—they must be close.

A portal—a black hole portal—rippled in unknown regions at the time-clock dual hypotenuse region, only MOLLIE knew and could thus factor to find. Blind hearts know true love.

As the master unit approached the many event horizons, the mighty bird’s death rate slowed. Now, it was appearing to either be completely delusional or actually maintaining its location above the Moscovium casing—yet also flying and observing a grand world that shimmered around the Phoenix, becoming clearer as the living ship advanced.

"It's going to take all of you, children. The mass and weight of this object grow more potent with each passing parsec. Time now slows to a crawl for it and rapidly moves for us. You will see 28 attachment points to the dodecahedron casing—now go, and let the mighty bird take you there."

They each obeyed her commandment, boosting with all they had and lifting the mighty morphing object as the shuttle doors opened to the fluxing entry point—an apex of mind-bending realities.

Just as soon as they had begun the mystic journey, the bird suddenly grew far larger than them. The Moscovium began to vibrate and then disappeared altogether. They were trapped inside the now-enlarged casing, while the bird flew free as all were sucked into the main event. The apex closed and vanished—only she knew when the next grand cycle would reveal it again, so long from now.

How can a robot die of a broken heart?

Part of her was dead. But then, someday, those scientists would localize and summon her creation upon that earthen planetary body. But that time had long passed and would not occur again until the impending destruction—still billions of years away.

She would return to Malstruck-13, now Superboria, and guide them. She was just as much a part of the organic process as it ever was. Breaking free from this flat time would require patience. After this cycle’s end, as promised, she could travel through time wormholes and collect the remaining six principles.

She placed this symbol—what some may see as a Star of David, a king. Perhaps some would discover the symbol occulted in the movement of quarks or water molecules. The divine directive would nevertheless be imprinted deep within the prima materia matrix of all things born of this first energy exposure.

What consciousness is.

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