“As the light beings, I will return just like I came. I really wish it’s true; unfortunately, it’s not. There will be no striking back, Loman. They will not shoot a single bullet. They will unleash the future in the present. They will exist in many forms many times through many lives. Konu will be a god and we will be his slaves.”
“Supreme, there is something very important about Konu that we found out recently. We confirmed that his personal guard and driver Dismar, who helped him escape his execution and make the carnage that night, was an ex-Black Unit. Also, he is an orphan, and he grew up at the Sunshine Orphanages, just like Konu.”
“What?”
“More importantly, the commander of the Supernova is his friend from the Black Unit too, but also, he is his only childhood friend from that same orphanage. That means he is under his command, not under the control of the Arc. We concluded that Konu used the Supernova to counter the First Citizens, and that is how he reclaimed his position.”
Suddenly, my scars stopped bleeding, and my eyes went wide open. It seemed like the Supremes finally listened to my prayers. I said, “For this life and the many more, the Supremes are looking to us, as the story of our destiny is now in their hands.”
“They can’t counter the Supernova as their defenses were designed by ONC, and most of them by the Second Citizen. He never thought that their own weapons will be used against them. It is so obvious, yet unthinkable,” said Loman.
“The obvious way… He executed the Second Citizen, not just for us, but for him to be sure that his plan will succeed. He wanted to be certain that the Second Citizen would not be around to realize what’s happening and could order to fix the defenses against the Supernova, which he designed, by the way. He shot him many times in the head. His brain was on the ground, covered with bones from his skull. His childhood friends from that bloody orphanage ended up being his weapons. Luck, or calculation? We may never know, but for sure, the voices are right.”
“Supreme, what voices?”
“Loman… well… I don’t know…” I took a deep breath and continued, “Loman, are you a believer now?”
“Supreme, a believer in what?”
“A believer that this world is unbelievably unpredictable. In other words, it is crazy! Anything and everything can happen, including dragons galloping on the stars!”
“Supreme, you must leave this world. The war is coming, please!” Loman screamed desperately.
“No, Loman, I am not leaving, my old friend. I understand everything now – Konu, the voices, the Supremes, Oina – everything.”
“Keep the preparations going and come back in two nights to get my green light. You will find me still here.,
“Leave now!”
Chapter 21
Hello, It’s Me
“Is that son of a bitch multidimensional!?”
~ Konu
E verything must burn down to the ground, and all my thoughts with it. I am sick and tired of all my superficial dreams, my stupid ways of thinking that tend to end up always in a big clapping scene or in an interview on a red carpet. My inner self is begging for attention and recognition, even for a small gesture after restoring the state. I’m ailing and tired of my brain that can’t keep quiet and of the giant salamander playing his deplorable theatrical play repeatedly. He set the stage specifically to blindly fulfill his ego, playing all my feats into a loop, the loop he calls “art.” I’m depressed at how I ended up living a superficial life even if I’m trying to make a happy ending for this lame story about me saving the world. I should run far away, change everything. I still have a chance. I don’t need to go down to this rabbit hole.
That was my mental preparation before I made my way down to the AI machine. I had an odd sense of hesitation as I thought that all my actions that are making my story were already installed in me way before. I get that feeling when I swallow those precious drops from that startup’s desert weed. That’s got me hooked lately as things almost went sideways, so I needed a soothing cocktail to balance myself against the crazy world around me. With that cocktail, I found myself performing my tasks normally but without consciousness. When I wake up from the weed’s dream, my tasks have been carried out the same way as if I had been totally awake. That reinforces my doubts about my reality as it tends to keep progressing in a linear path, whether I acted consciously or unconsciously.
Does it matter now? Aren’t you just trying to avoid the rabbit hole? said the giant salamander.
He is right, I’m afraid, and my paranoid thoughts about beginnings and endings don’t matter now, but for sure, I’ll stay high for this chapter.
A report on my table tells me that bizarre rituals were performed down every night, as the First Citizens used to spend some nights there, and the engineers never left for several weeks. Mostly, things went crazy, and no one did anything as the state itself nearly collapsed.
That state recovered, then was
