Typhon and the Ebb of Chaos

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

this is just a quick narrative i wrote as an introduction to a story I've been 'planning' for some time. By planning I mean romanticizing coupled with a diligent course of inaction.
Anyway, there is more, not much... a couple thousand words perhaps, but we'll start with this so as not to bore you.
It's unedited as I wrote it this morning, and I'm hoping to actually achieve a lot of the editing with your help, Booksie! Please enjoy :)

p.s I know the names of places are uninspired, I know.

 

Prologue

Passed down from The Historian.

The archives of time and space are held within my domain; a pocket outside of reality that I occupy, inconceivable to any being made of conventional matter.

I am and always have been. Well, more or less—even ‘always’ is a relative term. Only after time as you know it was contrived did I draw my first breath. I suppose you could call me a custodian, of sorts. I and a number of other entities with predisposed purposes occupy the ether that surrounds the multiverse, tending to our various duties. Mine, as you may have inferred, is the keeping of time and history—with excruciating detail—down to every word and movement. It is a task that may seem daunting to those without the gift of omniscience.

I suppose I should establish a few points before we continue; everything you know is part of a network of universes that we refer to as the Nexus. The Nexus and all that exists within its confines have been created by my Master, though why remains unclear. His workings, however, are not of his own devise. An unknown power directs the Master’s hand. We have never been graced by this mysterious figure’s presence, but some of my brethren claim to have seen an infinite shadow spanning across the other side of the ether; a being whose passing caused the barriers of our reality to buckle and creak. I marvel at the idea of such greatness; a power that humbles my seemingly omnipotent Master, though I suspect the hierarchy does not stop there. A humbling notion—I can disrupt the flow of space and time with the bat of an eye-lash—still I am as a mote of dust.

I am pressed onward by the motives of my progenitors; unknown motives driven by unseen hands. As such, my understanding of ‘how’ and ‘why’ the Nexus was created is very limited.

What I do know is as follows;

  • 1. My brethren and I were created along with the multiverse. Our purpose; to gather information and maintain the balance of forces.
  • 2. Neither we nor the Master are composed of any matter that is known within the multiverse.
  • 3. The multiverse is finite.
  • 4. External influence is forbidden. Any universes that are subject to outside tampering will be reset.

Taking this information into account, it would not be unreasonable to assume that some sort of experiment is being conducted, though it is beyond my capacity to understand why. (It is also safe to assume that I have put everything you know at risk by communicating with you as I do now.)

Nevertheless, such a monumental project required overseeing, and somebody had to keep records—for posterity—of course. To suit my purposes, I am designed with a propensity for collecting data and recording events. However, my design is imperfect; that which drives me also ignites within me a passion. I am embittered towards my Master, for the task that consumes me seldom garners its glance. Do not mistake my discontent with a longing to be released from my charge. I never tire, and my fascination never wanes. If I were not here now, doing exactly as I always have, I would serve no purpose, nor would I wish to exist. My contention is as such; the majority of that which I record remains unused. Many of my tomes have gone unopened, forgotten. “Paltry details” says the Master. Why write that which will not be read?

No external interference; it is the golden rule. Though contrary to my nature, I reject this notion. Unbeknownst to my overseers I cast these tomes into the swirling chaos so that they may be imbibed.

To Whom It May Concern; you are a resident of Universe 1738-D. It is but one amongst a googol others. Your race is young and primitive; though you have achieved extra-planetary travel, the greater questions about your universe remain unanswered. The information contained herein refers to the universe 1742-D. It is a universe that operates on a different set of principles than your own, but with similar troubles. Specifically, the annals contained herein are those of 2 planets within the Galaxy Hesperon; Typhon and Eluvius.

 


Submitted: January 22, 2013

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Matthew D. Hay (Tangible Word)

Freaking awesome!! :D actually this sounds really cool and I love your writing (:

Tue, January 22nd, 2013 9:02pm

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Ooh thanks :D Glad you like it :)

Tue, January 22nd, 2013 1:05pm

JP194

Very Intricate, A lot depth to the world your creating!
Liked it.

Wed, January 23rd, 2013 6:14pm

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