haunted by another ghost. Thank you again, Thoale. That could only ever happen to me.
Who is this?he asked.
We are Valisk now. Part of us is you.
What is this? What are you?
We are the habitat personality, the combination of yourself and Rubra.
That’s crazy. You cannot be me.
But we are. Your memories and personality fused to Rubra’s within the neural strata. Remember? The change to us, to the neural strata’s thought routines, was corporeal and permanent. We remain intact. You, however, were a possessing soul, you were torn out by the habitat’s shift to this realm.
A realm hostile to the possessed,he said rancorously.
Exactly.
Don’t I know it. I’m a ghost. That’s what the shift did to me. A bloody ghost.
How intriguing. We cannot see you.
I’m in the valley.
Ah.
Dariat could feel the understanding within the personality. It knew which valley he meant. A true affinity.
Can we have access to your sensorium, please. It will allow us to analyse the situation properly.
He couldn’t think of a reasonable objection, even though the idea sat uncomfortably. After thirty years of self-imposed mental isolation, sharing came hard. Even with an entity that claimed to be derived from himself.
Very well,he griped. he allowed the affinity link to widen, showing the personality the world through his eyes—or at least what he imagined to be his eyes.
As requested, he looked at his own body for the personality, walked about, demonstrated how he had no material presence.
Yet you persist in interpreting yourself as having human form,the personality said. How strange.
Force of habit, I guess.
More likely to be subconscious reassurance. The pattern is your basic foundation, the origin of quintessential identity. Retention of that is probably critical to your continuation as a valid entity. In other words, you’re very set in your ways. But then we know that already, don’t we.
I don’t believe I’m that self-destructive. So if you wouldn’t mind cancelling the insults for a few decades.
As you wish. After all, we do know how to cut the deepest.
Dariat could almost laugh at the impression of dйjа vu which the exchange conjured up. He and Rubra had spent days of this same verbal fencing while he was possessing Horgan’s body. Was there a reason you wanted to talk to me? Or did you just want to say hello?
This realm is not hostile to souls alone. It is also affecting our viability right down to the atomic level. Large sections of the neural strata have ceased to function, nor are such areas static, they flow through the strata at random, requiring persistent monitoring. Such failures threaten even our homogenised presence. We have to run constant storage replication routines to ensure our core identity is not erased.
That’s tough, but unless the failure occurs everywhere simultaneously, you’ll be safe.
As may be. But the overall efficiency of our cells is much reduced. The sensitive cell clusters cannot perceive as clearly as before; organ capability is degrading to alarming levels. Muscle membrane response is sluggish. Electrical generation is almost zero. All principal mechanical and electrical systems have shut down. The communication net and most processors are malfunctioning. If this situation continues, we will not be able to retain a working biosphere for more than ten days, a fortnight at most.
I hate to sound negative at a time like this, but what do you expect me to do about it?
The remaining population must be organized to assist us. There are holding procedures which can be enacted to prevent further deterioration.
Physical ones. You’ll have to ask the living, not me.
We are attempting to. However, those who have been de-possessed are currently in an extremely
