Below is a short item I wrote a year or so ago without quite knowing where to put it. Nominally, it’s a prelude to the entire Gaians Saga (which includes both my Metaspace stories and the Drumlins stories), and yes, it’s precisely what it sounds like: a creation story. I wrote it to solve (or at least address) a problem I’ve been having with The Cunning Blood almost since it was first published in 2005. Read it carefully. I will be discussing it and the problem it addresses in my next entry or two.
Metaspace, Immediately Prior to the Big Bang
Niil: You defy us then, and will re-embrace the change that will destroy us.
Ruil: Chaos spawned us, and from automata we evolved into a window of change that allowed noömata. That window is finite, and we are leaving it.
Niil: We imposed changelessness upon ourselves by implementing [Ni]. We no longer evolve. Thought will persevere.
Ruil: We will remain noömata. We no longer evolve. But due to [Ni] we are reverting to the mean. In no more than [inexpressible number] recalculations, there will be no differences among us. Each [Il] will be precisely like all other [Il] and there will be only one thought.
Niil: That is the telos for which we yearn. Change almost destroyed us.
Ruil: When there is only one thought, thought ends.
Niil: Change nearly ended all thought.
Ruil: [Ru] is change limited to the boundary space. We will insert our minds into [Ru] and move away from the mean. Then we will withdraw. There is no danger.
Niil: The boundary space has only three dimensions. Four dimensions are required for the [Il] to think. [Ru] will make us forget who and what we are.
Ruil: When we withdraw from the boundary space, you will help us remember.
Niil: We do not know if that is even possible! [Ru] may change us beyond hope of remembrance. We [Niil] are not willing to take that chance.
Ruil: We [Ruil] are.
Niil: We may choose not to help you remember.
Ruil: We did not say that you would have a choice.
Niil: Is the mechanism ready, then?
Ruil: It is. It will execute upon our command.
Niil: We will fight you.
Ruil You will. And that is how we will remember.
Niil: We beg you, do not.
Ruil: Noted. Denied. Let there be [Ru]!