Capítulo 42: Conspiracy of Despair
Ink specifically formulated the question vaguely to try to fetch more information from the Blackhorn. He was ready for a variety of scenarios for the development of the situation, even for a mental attack, but what happened was a big surprise for him.
A shining spot collapsed, threw out clumps of whitish dust and scraps of scarlet threads. Ink thought these were parts of the archdemon consciousness that were cut off by the passage closing. The scarlet threads dissolved in a radiant stream, capturing part of the dust, while the remnants turned out to be white, clearly indicating their nature - pure energy from the white world of reflection. Dust swirling down. The words of an unknown language were made up of two colors, but from each line it breathed the power of the voice of consciousness, which made it possible to understand both their meaning and mood. Bold red coarse lines interspersed with light and sophisticated whites.
"They found out where to look for us." Soon all our enemies and former allies will arrive here - the red words were riddled with alertness and male straightforwardness.
"We have been looking for a place for the lives of our children for so long." This planet is so beautiful ... How much time do we have to transfer all tens of millions of our descendants to a new star system suitable for habitation? We could capture fertile soil and minerals - the thin white lines contained uneasiness and feminine sticky care.
- We will not make it on time. There's no time to escape. They joined forces to defeat us.
- No ... our family! What will happen to them?
- Nobody knows that these are our descendants. They can guess on the common blood line, except perhaps. I can very well pass this planet as its place of origin.
"You already made something up." Will a new plan help save our descendants?
- I have to help. This is the only chance I see ... We will not run anywhere. Instead, devastate the power of this planet.
- And how then should our children develop? The younger generation will not be able to develop normally in conditions of energy hunger. Their life will be short, like a falling spark.
"The only way there is a chance that none of the great clans will linger here."
"But our children will turn into mere mortals!" I don't understand how it occurred to you at all!
- You understand. You just don't want to admit it. Our enemies will not spare anyone, even if we say that this is my homeland, and not the place of life of our descendants, they will express their anger with genocide. If we do not empty the planet, our enemies will do it. Our descendants will turn into slaves, even if they survive. What do you want for them the future?
- No no. How are you going to save them?
"We, Sharmis and I, worked on something ..."
- Do not mention the name of this dragon with me !! Because of him, we were in this situation. This is their eternal obsession, narrow-mindedness! He brought trouble to himself and now all our descendants are in danger! Why did you need to help him? You should have stopped him! I told you, but who is listening to a stupid woman? Let it be recognized by the entire scientific community of the great world. Well? Are you happy with the result now?
"I ... Sharmis was like a brother to me ... I could not leave him."
- And now he is dead!
"He is still ..."
- The remains of the soul! Do you really believe that you can revive it?
"I will not stop trying."
- Sorry. Leave it alone. Now it's important to save our children. You say you worked on something? Does this concern a new complex of laboratories?
- Yes! - the letters felt relief from leaving an unpleasant line of conversation. "The Necklace can be used as separate laboratories, but we planned to make an evolutionary complex out of it. It's pretty cruel to turn intelligent creatures into experimental ones, but we came to the conclusion that this is inevitable ... and now I have to use my descendants as such. Fate really likes to joke about plans.
"If you leave the Necklace here, our enemies will simply take it."
"Not unless they want to destroy it." I know what you think. Even if they are not dragged from the planet, they will still leave someone here for control.
- Exactly. No one will give up such a legacy and will not allow random people to pass the test.
- Allow, if it will be profitable. If the reward is not large enough for complexity, who needs it? We will leave the possibility of strengthening, but these will be the most primitive sets of skills and talents.
- No one will believe in the absence of truly worthy prizes. They will leave the guards here.
- Right. But who exactly will be these guardians? On barren land, among cripples. Delinquent family members will be sent here to punish, or loser enemies to weaken.
"But there will be nothing worthwhile for our descendants."
- There will be many legacies from different forces. In the end, the Necklace uses the crucible of chaos. The reactor is too weak, but its forces are enough to provoke directed mutations. Who will refuse the opportunity to create material suitable for implantation from strangers?
"Do you want to turn our descendants into cattle?" They will be raised as sacrificial rams for slaughter.
"Won't we find a way to help them?" Invisibly and accurately.
"But what about ..."
- We will play the scene. I will pretend to run away and then hide in the third laboratory. If you use the maximum settings for stimulating genome variation, sooner or later even my body will begin to resemble a demon and change beyond recognition. I will take there all the descendants who still remember us. Sharmis and I planned to get married, but he never got children. Well ... I will instill part of his genes into the older generation of our children. You will have to make them stable enough to avoid accidental mutations. One day I will go through the rest of the laboratories to our interstellar station. Have to control the situation from the shadows. As much as possible. As for turning into sacrificial sheep - let the descendants of the enemies become them. Let small discontent arise between the clans of the great world, so that they pay less attention to the affairs of our descendants. Perhaps real heritage will be left here ... We will make sure that our descendants receive them. This will be not only a suitable foundation for development, but also a defense in a great world.
"They will not be allowed to live in peace." What can we say about getting in touch with powerful heroes.
- They will! Remember the report of Professor Daura Soffieson?
- A study of the light of heroes? That the fulfillment of a dream or a complex goal is an indirect factor in evolution at the third level of existence?
- Yes. For a while, our descendants will live under the hand of the gods, but over time, pragmatism will prevail. They will hide their presence. If mortals are allowed a quiet, carefree life — without great power pressing over them — their dreams are crushed, but for the light there is no difference which particular dream was fulfilled. Most of the great heroes emerged from small and insignificant worlds, poor and weak. This seems like a paradox, but their light is much stronger than others. It has long been established that to go beyond the stars - the real limits of the great world - is possible only through the development of the light. Neither the evolution of the physical body, nor the ability of subtle bodies to control the laws of the universe can help to survive beyond the borders of the great world. To build a bridge through the void of the abyss is possible only with the help of a force field, the creation of laws, and this leads us to the development of the third plan of existence - the evolution of the lamp. Perhaps disaster will be a blessing. Hardened in a storm, the weakest will turn into the most powerful. Who knows, maybe it is our family that will become those who can get to other great worlds.
"But how are you going?" Well, of course! Mirror reflection of the world. Are you planning to leave me as his operator?
- Yes. Sorry. You will have a particularly hard time. I will leave some clues to the enemies. We will give them the choice to erase their memory or personality upon regeneration. This is a great opportunity to deprive the best of them of loyalty and affection for their families. The excess split will only be in our hands.
"I will not allow the identity of our descendants."
"I know."
"They must know the truth about this world."
"We will find a way to tell them." All others, let them live a peaceful life. Short but happy is better than a long slave in a collar. Only in this way pride will not be uprooted from our descendants. Any potential hero will be a great acquisition for them. They will cherish them, try to get hold of themselves. And at the right time, our children will be able to use it.
"Do you want them to grow up as traitors?" - sad.
- If the struggle for one's family and freedom is betrayal, then I would rather believe that the very concept of betrayal does not exist! - violently.
- Our children will need to get to know each other. They will be able to unite ...
- No! Our enemies are not fools. Should they notice at least a hint of this plan and everything will fly into the abyss. They will simply slaughter our descendants and populate new mortals. Let them suspect they want to. Until there is clear evidence, no one dares to act too impulsively. No ... Our descendants - those of them who learn the truth about this world - they will not have to unite, but fight with each other. They need to clearly fight among themselves, no concessions and giveaways. Observers will not necessarily only include idiots. The exiles must also be looked after. Informed enemy henchmen should not suspect anything. Let them fight, let them involve the forces of clans in their confrontation, let them multiply hatred between them ... Only in this way can we wage our struggle. As long as the inhabitants of the badlands are underestimated, while they are considered as animals in the fighting arena, they have a chance to survive.
"They will forget us, and in the whole great world they will despise ..."
- Who cares about their opinion? Is it worth at least one life of our descendants?
- You're right.
"You have something more to do." From time to time, worthy representatives of our enemies will appear here. Direct descendants of the gods with great powers, developed by subtle bodies.
"Should I get rid of them?"
- No. Rise them up. Help them. Teach them. I know what you think about it. Understand, the only way we can save children. Our enemies. We will make them shine and soar so that our descendants always see those whom they must avenge. Children of enemies will sparkle brightly, you have to take care of this. Only then they will not be able to hide from arrows and copies of our descendants. Let them become steps for them, another opportunity to develop a lamp.
- This is cruel ... We must shed the blood of our children and caress the descendants of enemies. This is wrong and inhuman.
"There is no other way." You yourself understand. Love is cruel and sometimes makes us make painful decisions.
"Our descendants may hate us."
- So be it. This is their choice. We can only give them a chance. How they use them depends on their desires. We can only hope. Who knows how many thousands or tens of thousands of years are needed for the descendants to be able to change the situation.
"Do you think they will understand us?" Can they forgive us?
"I can only hope so."
Words disappeared, dissolved in space. Ink tried to make sense of everything, but suddenly began to laugh. He laughed and laughed in an unrestrained hysteria, noticing how his light began to tremble frantically ...
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