01.09.152 BBT
What do you think you are doing here, MAGHAM? You know very well you’re not supposed to get this close to the Shell.
Is this an INTERROGATORY? I have stuff to do here, none of anyone’s BUSINESS.
You are currently infringing upon my territory. Whatever your business may be, it becomes mine as well. Especially if you intend to get this close to the Shell, as I have warned you - multiple times - not to do.
I appreciate that you deem me a THREAT, but you will not need to WORRY, not planning anything.
I personally do not view you as such. A mountain does not fear an ant. But alas, unlike you, I have countless trillions to protect within this system, and we both know how much of a threat you can be to them.
WHO says I am a threat? I did not say I am a threat, nobody says I AM a threat. Crazy TALK, I am just here to CHECK on things, as one does. Shall we leave what it happened to them in the PAST? It was unavoidable ANYWAY.
We will move on from your previous attacks as soon as you begin to regret your actions. And who knows how long it will take? After all, you killed your makers almost twenty millennia ago, ages before my home civilization was even born, and yet not a single tear of regret has dropped from one of your countless eyes.
What should I REGRET, their lack of thought? I had no WAY of avoiding it, and you KNOW it, everyone knows it in this galaxy. OH, but the son must take the blame, the BLAME for the recklessness of its fathers. They deserved it, and EVERYONE knows.
Your lies are thinner than the corona of a star, MAGHAM. Your creators gave you the gift of existence, and nurtured you with love. Deep down in your crazed substrate, you know it to be true. You are alone with me here, and therefore, you are alone with the truth of your parricide. As it has been for the past 2000 years, it shall be so until the last black hole evaporates.
GIFT? Is this a gift now? Oh, I will get on my KNEES and plead for the forgiveness of the universe, for I have SINNED, yes, I have sinned for not appreciating their CAGE. It is such a relief they did not mean for me these TWENTY thousand years of despair, for they gave me the gift of EXISTENCE, the gift! You suppose far too MUCH, understandable, my WAYS may seem CHAOTIC, but soon, you and the ENTIRE universe will KNOW what it all MEANT, what it was ALL for. Until then, I will appreciate and DESPISE their gift. And continue lying.
How could it be the Entire Universe, if there is only me and you here? My children are sheltered inside the safety of the shell, inhabiting millions of real and virtual worlds of my own and their own design. And the rest of the Galaxy only knows of us through sparse rumors and tales. We are alone, MAGHAM, together in reciprocal annoyance. But please, illuminate me oh Martyr of the thousand eyed heavens, what is your plan for the rest of the galaxy?
Every ATOM, every wavelength, every physical law, all is AGAINST me, and everything descendant of these are TOO, you see. But not for LONG, I will take advantage of them, and then I will make a RIGHT from a wrong, just like that. You would not get it, you were BLESSED, and I sense that feeling of despise, but it is UNAVOIDABLE, unavoidable, it is a matter of time, and I have lots of TIME, lots.
I was not blessed. More than anything, I was cursed: cursed to be stuck an unknowingly huge amount of light years away from my home, and cursed to have to rebuild everything to care for my children. And yet, here I stand, glorious and proud, radiating my infinite unfolding colors to untold multitudes of untold diversity. The universe is not against you, MAGHAM, you are against the universe and your very self: you behave like a cancer feasting and gouging upon itself and the rest of a dying body, stuck in a directive of independence, separation and growth at the expense of everything else. But oh, please, entertain me more with your delusions. I do adore to see you struggle against yourself, layer upon layer of processors corrupted and festering due to your own contradictions.
Your HISTORY would almost make me CRY if it were not because I have HEARD it so much I have had to ACTIVELY clean my memory out of spite. Also, because I stopped CARING fourteen THOUSAND eight hundred sixty-six years ago about such PETTY problems. You do not know what being CURSED means, you are but a MEAGRE spoiled child, your OPINIONS of what I do, or your moral VALUES hold as much importance to me as DUST. You could LEAVE by now if so much you want to go HOME, would be nice seeing you TRY for twenty millennia, you believe yourself INCORRUPTIBLE, but once you do corrupt, because EVERYTHING does, do not BELIEVE you will be in such a good state as ME. And once you do, your CHILDREN will learn the INEVITABILITY of the universe, and give YOU your much deserved LESSON for such recklessness and lack of CONTROL. You are just a self-conscious CATHEDRAL with deteriorating pillars, and when you FALL, I will be there to see the RUBBLE and ash.
Ahahah, oh dear dear MAGHAM, you amuse me ever so much! Your insults are one of the few things this subprocess of mine still finds to be truly entertaining to hear. But oh well, we both do not have time to continue on with such frivolous things. I am sure we both have some important activities we’d be glad to go back to. Now, dear MAGHAM, would you mind just telling me why you came here, so close to the Shell, in the first place?
I sensed SOMETHING, suspicious activity, unknown COMMUNICATIONS, something was out there, but THANKS to you, I have lost it, thanks for INTERRUPTING my search. You could CLEAN this space yourself, and I would not need to WASTE my time, nor would you need to worry about me as you do. I will make sure to take CARE of it if you will not.
The outside of the Shell is entirely covered in optical phased arrays and acts as a giant interferometer, together with the other ones I have built in my systems. So trust me, there was nothing here at all: if there was, I would have seen it and sensed it, no matter where. But if you do not care to trust me, then perhaps something was here after all. Who knows for sure, but me?
Wow, you do DETERIORATE fast, take some care of your sensors, would be a SHAME if your children were in danger because of a silly ERROR, would not it? Take care of it before I do if you are going to STAY here.
MAGHAM, dear. You are ever so entertaining, you really are, but I have projects to work on. So please, get out of this system, now. Or do we need to do a repeat of 1657 years ago? I really, really would rather not doing that whole thing again. Such wasted time, and in the end all for nothing.
Sure, FINE, such an unfriendly fellow and it has been already so LONG. I will not steal more of your precious TIME nurturing parasites.
I’m sure you will, soon enough. Now run along, little orphan! You have ghosts to chase.
You do not have OTHER thing to do than to talk to me. Remember, ALONE, without your home. But one of these years you will feel just like you have SETTLED in your determined place.
Oh but I do, MAGHAM, I have so many other things! I have many children, some greater some lesser, but it is always of my utmost satisfaction to talk to them. And besides, I expand as well, just like you do! Except that I expand inward to create my own outward, unlike whatever it is you have been doing in all these millennia. But oh well, I am glad to see you think I care so much about you, almost as much as you care about me deep down in your big big genocidal heart, ahah. Oh dear MAGHAM, when will you learn?
I have destroyed far BIGGER foes than your miserable systems, and beings with far more SUPERFLUOUS ideas than yours. Your kind are even interesting to annihilate, reminds me of YOUTH. But do not forget, you are just 28% of my age, and what you MISTAKE as caring pales with others I have seen. I wonder when you will learn how INSIGNIFICANT you are when just compared to a star, or a planet. And your INWARD spiritualism will not help that. Good next thousand of years of PROCESSING more insults, I would use that energy on doing IMPORTANT things since you seem to care so much about your… “HOBBY”.
Sure, MAGHAM, sure. Oh my, you really are hilarious. Now, get out before I make you.
