Shift – Dark Future Science Fiction

Part I: The Omnipotence Factor
Broken: the planes of crystalline structures strain, encircling the wasteland of quartz.
Fractured: the shattered hull of the planet pours its contents into the empty airless nothingness of space, the void that
encompasses all material objects, giving them a substance that is tangible.
Obliterate: the aftermath of the catalyst. This end is a new beginning. From Obliteration comes recreation, vague to vivid, parts to wholes.
     Nothing, absolutely nothing, lasts forever, but simultaneously, everything appears to last forever. Every particle is etched like scratches on glass into the fabric of dimensions. Planes of reality connect; overlap, into what we call, or what we know as the universe.
    The Singular was shaped as a cone, having no visible appendages, pummeling through the vastness of nothingness. Its speed is far beyond the human range of calibration. The cone was a translucent purple with no apparent systems of propulsion; its fifty meters size resembles a geometric oddity in our known world.
It disappears; at that moment, the universe was doomed.

Part II: The Human Factor
The sky was partly cloudy, and the hint of oncoming moisture was in the atmosphere. This was due to the high humidity. The temperature was at a blazing ninety-five degrees Fahrenheit, and with the mixture of the humidity, the local weather put any human being in the affected area into a miserable mood. That is, of course, if they did not have enough money for a pool, air conditioner, or fan. Although, the relief a fan gave on these types of days was a near minimum. The only other option was to take a trip to the polluted lake, along with half of the cities population that wasn’t wealthy enough to afford the other technological toys that the American society thrived on, and pathetically addicted too. Unlike a good
half of the cities population, Rob Guass decided to drudge out the weather in his flat, which amplified the heat two-fold. The work in which it would involve getting him to the lake made him become more lazy with each passing second: the traffic, sunscreen, people, all of this made him miserable. Not that he hated people individually, but generally, he despised people in groups. They reminded him of sheep, all herded with one ultimate plan they knew nothing about. So he sulked on his fake black leather chair, sweating odorless water that passed through his system in seconds. He was drinking a fruit drink in the hope of regaining his lost fluids. It was at the closing of the month of July, late in the afternoon, the hottest part of the summer day.
The sun cut through the grime on the unwashed window, the ultraviolet rays
soaking into Robs unprotected skin. The UV radiation generously gives him the chance to contract skin cancer. How come the thing that gives earth its light, its life, is also the most detrimental? Was the sun a neutral party, not privy to the mere whims of planets, and its numerous inhabitants.
The television resonated the magnetic imprint of an early eighties action series about a group of four vets who were hired to help people solve problems beyond the arms of the law. Rob yawned as he got up and stretched. Suddenly, he became dizzy. His consciousness slipped, falling, as if he were a Portuguese explorer who thought that the world was flat and the ship would fall off the earth’s crust. In a way, he did fall off the earth.

Part III: Mild Awakenings
First, there’s a stirring, and then quite slowly movement. A mild twitching of the
hand, and the ever so slow rotation of the head to the right side, then the left, with the eyes slightly open to view his surroundings.
The body lay on what could resemble ice, but in reality, it was a crystalline based mineral very similar to quartz. The quartz-like substance had a milky white tone, molted with hundreds of translucent areas spotted on its surface. The translucent areas radiated a mild light. The area was surrounded by no visible structures, with the exception of a red translucent rectangle, the size of a thirty story building thirty feet behind the sprawled out body on the surface.
Rob pushed himself up slowly, his irises widen in response to the ethereal scene, his mind expands with new possibilities. He could no longer feel his body; the sensations his nerves once transmitted
had lost their purpose. “What a strange dream? It was one of those dreams a person would want to live in forever,” he pondered.
Slowly, with minor effort, Rob turned his groggy head around, greeted by the sight of the geometric oddity.
“What a dream. This is the most vivid one I have ever had,” the human spoke to itself.
The oddity understood and began to darken its tone to become less translucent, an attempt to communicate with an inferior intellectual species.
Rob noticed this change in tone, realizing that it was a form of communication. If only he knew how to reply; he couldn’t change color, and even if he could, he wouldn’t know the correct color patterns. Or maybe he was adding two plus two and getting a product of eight. Maybe he was having a flashback. That was a scary
thought.
   All Rob could do was guess and wonder. He defiantly was close to a much higher intelligence, far beyond any human scope of analyzation. He felt this or just knew this. Could it have been that the Rectangle was communicating to him by projecting its feelings into Rob’s mind, some sort of telepathic ping pong. Deep inside his mind, a seed began to sprout. This seed contained information that could only be completed by the fusion of two opposite forms of consciousness.
The quartz-like surface began to glow. The translucent areas projected clear bolts of light, the beams were not very sharp, and they resembled strands of yarn. The strings ranged in all diameters and lengths, depending on their proximity to the rectangle. The beams connected to the surface of the rectangle, transferring
energy to its visceral silicon organs.
   The human; the pre-ordained seed of a unique life form, was absorbed by a beam. His body became light, his atoms separated, as his essence was injected into the rectangle by the syringe of quartz.
Part IV: Premature Revelations
When the singular disappeared, the human and the Rectangle merged into a unique being. Then, after its eons of separation, the Order of Order reappeared with a vengeful wrath planned for the universe.
The order consisted of the engineers, mappers, and controllers.
The engineers were a group of silicon-based entities obsessed with creating structures. These structures could be the composition of the smallest molecular movement or the fabrication of the largest star. The engineers were the most numerous in the order. They took the shapes of three-dimensional geometric objects. They were created with hundreds of points. Every point lost was a point closer to maturity; thus, reaching geometric simplicity. The ultimate stage for an engineer was to become a single point. Once at the single point stage, they would lose physical form, becoming part of the engineer super-conscious. The color of an engineer symbolized its power in their society. The engineer Rob encountered was an elder in the society, with heavy political responsibilities.
The Engineers existed in a universe relative existence; they lived in three-dimensional terms. They could not escape time, but they existed as individuals for eons until they became part of the super-consciousness.
The second group was the Mappers. The
Mappers’ main concern was placing the structures the Engineers created in their proper place. For this species, everything had a place. If a specific structure became faulty, the Mappers would replace it with another so that the universe would stay balanced. The Mappers had one of the most difficult obsessions since the universe form and positions were constantly altered. The Mappers were also three-dimensional and existed in a universe relative state. Their life spans were eons. They took the physical form of gigantic tentacled beings, resembling the ocean bound squid, and created the size of stars. They numbered in the thousands. The older a member of the society became, the smaller it got. This meant it did less physical work than the younger ones, but it had the wisdom needed for the complicated task of balancing the
universe. The society was organize⁹d in a loose democratic collective, which meant that no member could gain too much power, which would offset greed and proliferate balance.
The third group and by far the smallest were the Controllers. The Controllers numbered in the hundreds, and their task was to control production; calling for work cut backs, production schedules, efficiency, quality control, and so forth. They were in effect universal business executives. They existed in four dimensions; therefore, they were invisible to the Mappers and the Engineers. Communication between the groups was done by possession of a few individuals from each species. The Controllers were mis-calculated as non-partisan member in the three-dimensional universe since they existed in a fourth dimensional reality. This initial calculation would be proved wrong by later events.
Then there was the Singular. There has been no description of the Singular, where it came from, or why it existed. It just did. What was known was that it was one-hundred percent unique. It was beyond uniqueness. It was the master link in a bicycle chain or a key to the universal lock. It just was. It did as it pleased. It was the link between Chaos and Order, the bridge, the reason, the wisdom, the logic, the emotion, the only one.
The Singular was the element that was missing. Structure became viral, and the Guards of Chaos would be overpowered. Before the Order reamerged, the constant never-ending system of systems and destruction had the slight upper-hand. Was there a difference?
If there was , or if there wasn’t, its meaning did not have any worth now. The Singular was gone – the universe was doomed.

Part V: Ethereal Profit
Picture this: Planets and star systems moved to be replaced with larger, more monstrous creations. Entire galaxies destroyed for more efficient ones. Structure upon structure, stacked together, becoming useless with efficiency. Balance and equality lost. Once there was symbiosis, it now became replaced with conflict. Binary stars competed for power, gravity lost its use, creatures spawned by accident parished. Races of intelligent life forms vanished. To the Order that form of life meant nothing, they were gods to the simple-minded organic life. Spawned, strewn throughout the galaxy like parasites. To the Order, this life jarred the universe by the insane and chaotic practice of empire building that they all shared. But now the second order would fix this; the Singular was extinguished and could no longer threaten the existence of the order. The Controllers had the reigns of power now. They knew what was right for them, of course, and in their best interest.

Part VI: Chaos and Awareness
All this structuring and viral order did not go unnoticed. The forces of system creation, destruction, reconstruction, instability, constant change, noticed, and became frightened. Their purpose was being stolen away from them. Their obsession was now the unintentional emissions of their opposite. If they did not act soon, they would cease to exist.

Part VII Symphony of Rare Breeds
When the human unintentionally intervened in the path of the energy beam, it merged the minds and consciousness of the two beings. In each creature, there was a seed of knowledge pertaining to the creation of a Singular. Due to their merger into one distinct being that shared all memories and intelligence, they became a Singular entity. They were close to what it meant to be a Singular, but still were missing some essential qualities. The Semi-Singular set out to find the true Singular before the Order could completely overpower the forces of Chaos.
The engineers’ knowledge and wisdom were great. It designed the initial blueprints for galaxy construction and then went on to create the basis for gravity. This was its greatest accomplishment; the one that granted its place in Engineer society. Although its intelligence far outweighed the humans, the human had primal understandings, drives that added an extra intuition into the formula of their transformation into the
Semi-Singular.
Their search led them throughout the universe, in a chase that led to many dead ends and dead galaxies.

Part VIII: Celestial Contradiction
The universe was obesely bulging at the seems of its three dimensions. The Order was creating and producing so quickly that Chaos did not have enough time to destroy and re-system the parts of the universe that the Order over-created. Soon, in a matter of an eon, the universe was a stagnant over-ripe fruit, fit to burst. Chaos was overwhelmed by the Order, which soon became chaos, but at an un-ordered pace. A quickness that was not efficient. The law was changed and it became easier to create than to destroy, a twist to the old saying, it was poetic justice. It was an order that was hypocritical, a chaos that was not static. A contradiction of logic.

Part IX: The Full Circle Approach
The beast sulks on his throne. Huge hands clutched the immense arms of the chair. His skin is crimson. Black horns sprout from his forehead, as sharp as Japanese katana’s that prick the air twenty feet from the devils head. Large black pupiless eyes stare into nothingness, searching for an answer to the celestial conflict.
“Computer,” his voice vibrates his brow. “What are the last known coordinates of the Singular.”
The beast, or sometimes known as Satan, the devil, and Lucifer, would rather be known by his real name, Sol. He just kept on getting a bad rap due to his counterparts propaganda machine.
For each galaxy system the forces of Order and the forces of Chaos had put in place operatives to control the populations of emerging galaxy powers.
They controlled the Milky Way system earth was in. Sol worked for Chaos; Varmoc, also known as God, worked for Order. They each were given immortal status, vacations, and other intensives.
But at that time, Order had in all respects subdued Chaos; thus, both career Demi-gods were laid off. Varmoc took off for awhile, but Sol remained to try to put things back in place. To do that he either had to overthrow the insane forces of Order, or find the Singular. Each objective possessed immense difficultly in resolving.
Sol wore his favorite jacket imported from Forma(a world similar to earth). The material was Denniack skin, much like leather, but thicker and with camouflage capabilities, as if it was a chameleon skin jacket. It resembled a biker jacket, only
able to fit the torso of a hundred foot giant. He had on his prized rattle snake skin cowboy boots that he shaped to his size. He also had a pair of torn and tattered blue jeans, and a punk rock T-shirt. He fancied the biker look over the evil entity look that he was so wrongly given; who wants to wear a robe?
True he did do some questionable things, but they were his job. He had to create dis-order, start disasters, make sure that the systems were in top shape. He was good, in fact he was one of the best in the guild. He was even honored at last centuries convention. Sol always disliked the killing part, and the evil connotations that Varmoc’s media propaganda machine gave him. He had know idea why parts of the civilizations he encountered sacrificed to him, it seemed stupid. Some cultures worshiped him, not in the Christian sense, but more tribal cultures recognized his job. He would have to talk to Varmoc about that Christian thing he started, he deserved more gratitude, but Varmoc always was a publicity hound.
Finally, after some time, the computer responded, “The last known coordinates of the Singular are unknown, but…”
“That is not wanted I wanted to hear,” Sol interjects cutting off his AI in mid-sentence.
“As I was saying,” The AI continues in a snotty tone. “I have identified a signature very much like the Singular. What makes it different is that it has both organic and silicon based traits.”
The AI was linked up into the Universal Net of awareness; a vast near-omnipotent super structure of knowledge created by the Singular. The Universal Net was a resource, kept free from sides, neutral in all aspects.

“That’s perplexing,” the creature ponders for a few minutes scratching his right horn with steel sharp claws. “Prep my vessel and chart an interception course with that anomaly.”

PART X: INITIAL CONTACT
An immense space vessel sears through the vacuum of space. It mimics a tip of a spear, bathed in a crimson red bath of color, sharpened to cut through the airlessness of space. The hull structure has no visible armaments; the propulsion system encompasses the entire V end of the near mile long dreadnought.
“Five minutes to interception,” a demon horned tech relates to Sol. The bridge crew looks as if they came directly from Dante’s Inferno: tails, horns, claws, crimson red and blue skin. The only thing missing was the sulphur and the brimstone.
“Captain,” Sol’s booming voice shutters
through the stadium size bridge.
“Yes sir,” The crimson officer replies, gently nodding his horns.
“Ready all plasma nets and anti-inertia mines, and initiate them on my command.”
“Already done sir,” the Captain responds.
The dreadnought changes velocity over to sub-space drives for the interception of the Singular anomaly.
“We have the object on target,” another demon tech states, scratching behind his ear with his tail.
“How large is the object?” Sol asks the tech.
The blue hued demon studies his screen, an expression of bewilderment surfaces. “It seems that the object, well I; I really can’t put it into words.”
“Well give me an idea then Basilick,” the towering career demi-god asks, a tad bit annoyed.

“It seems to be in a state of transition between our universal dimensions and uploading itself into the Universal Net,” Basilick explains, not quite sure of his explanation.
“Fire all mines now! We must stop it before it uploads into the Net,” Sol orders his crew.
The mines propel out of the tip of the space fortress, each one programmed to apprehend the object. The AI mines form a perimeter a thousand miles in diameter and begin to close in on the Singular anomaly.
All moving matter inside the diameter of the mines, halt abruptly in their journeys, quickly the anomaly reverts back to three-dimensional space, unaware of its impending capture.
The dreadnought pounces on the object, capturing it with its plasma net, like a
roman gladiator trapping the unwilling slave.
Acting as a ferocious Great White, the dreadnought opens its toothless bottom jaw, swallowing the object into its hollow bowels. The object, a large semi-translucent rectangle, pulses angrily in the hollow loading bay of the dreadnought; its length dwarfed by the immense compartment The plasma net is secured by ships containment demons to ensure that the semi-Singular entity can not escape.
Sol quickly enters the bay, catching his first glimpse of the anomaly.
“So, it is an individual from the race of Engineers I have apprehended,” disappointment trials from within his voice. “I have not encountered one of your kind for eons. I thought your race left this part of the universe when the Order of
Order reappeared as a malignant disease.”
The semi-Singular glared, transforming its hue into a deep purple as in acknowledgment of Sol.
“As did the Guards of Chaos I might add,” the Semi-Singular entity spoke, amazing the bay crew and Sol.
“When did engineers acquire voice projection, un-shackle this being from its bindings,” Sol commands as his crew hurriedly carries out the order.
The rectangle emits a blaring flash of green light, fitfully transforming itself into a ninety-foot tall translucent purple humanoid figure, void of all detail.
“Amazing, I didn’t know your kind could do such a thing,” Sol hurries down the gargantuan walkway to meet his prisoner, boots clanking on the super-alloy frame.
“How can I address you?”
The Semi-Singular shuttered in hues of
bewilderment. “I do not have a name. I am neither an engineer nor human. I am a mixture of both.”
“Interesting, a human?” Sol asks himself. “Why a human?”
“I can not recall.”
“Come with me to my study, we have much to discuss, my friend,” the career Demigod spurts out with enthusiasm.
“Yes, I believe we do.”

PART XI: A UNIQUE INSANITY
“I captured you for the sole purpose of finding the Singular,” the crimson demi-god states emotionless as the Semi-Singular sits down in his study.
“Do not get me wrong; you are not my prisoner, but it would be in our best, and the entire three-dimensional universes best interest, to find the one true Singular. When this is accomplished, then Order and Chaos will be balanced again,” Sol insists feverishly.
The detailess being sits, no emotion, nor any reaction can be perceived. “I have been aware of this for eons. I have been searching for the Singular for the same amount of time as well,” it says, pulsing in seemingly random colors. “I must also state that when the first Order of Order and the Guards of Chaos were supposed to disband countless eons ago, Chaos never disbanded,” the Semi-Singular pauses as a look of disbelief contorts Sol’s facial muscles.
“After the initial creation of the universe by the Order, and the Guards systematic conjuring of complex systems to run the galaxy. The Guards secretly kept on with their work. That is why it was always easier for you to destroy and create change; the universe has always been unbalanced.”

“Is that the reason why the Order is now reaping vengeance upon the Chaos?” Sol asks, with brow heightened.
“Yes.”
“Then what was the singulars purpose?” Sols inquires further.
“The Singular was supposed to be the sum of all Chaos and order. It was to mediate between the two to ensure universal balance. It was its race. The most unique being in the galaxy.”
“Then what became of it?”
“I have been searching for that answer, but I’m afraid that I still have not found it,” the being responds, changing color to a pastel hue of blue.
Sol ponders this new perplexing knowledge as he stares blankly into the being. Somehow, he knows that this being has the answer and is keeping it from him. “I must get him to tell me!” Sol exclaims in
his mind.
“Why were you uploading yourself into the Universal Net?” Sol responds, hoping that this question will give him a clue.
“I was about to…,” the ship violently shutters.
Sol jolts from his chair, with a look of fear in his eyes, then dashes up to the bridge.

PART XII: FRACTURED COMPLICATION
Stellar sized tentacles from an immense being belonging to the race of the Mappers grasp the ship’s mile long length. The three mile long creatures sludge green armored skin ripples with power, resembling a squid, its tentacles are twice the length of its body.
“Transmission coming through,” a tech pauses as he awaits a command.
“Put it through,” Sol commands.
“By command of the Order, you are ordered to release the captive to me. If you do not comply, you shall be destroyed.”
“Sir, the captive has just opened the airlock in the loading bay,” the tech hurriedly states as the situation becomes critical.
“Sir, we have another transmission coming through on a tri-space frequency.”
“Patch it through,” the neurons in Sol’s brain start to itch with fatigue. “What Now?”
“This is the High Guard,” the shrouded picture of a being without contours or definite dimensions speaks. “Do not let the being go. Fight the order with all your powers.”
“Then send me some backup,” the demi-god screams, well knowing what the answer will be.
“We can not. The consequences of that action would be irreparable,” the shroud replies.
“Why would it be irreparable. The Guard
almost has no power left in this universe. Are you just going to let the order control it. Without the processes, systems, and destruction, which re-order; there is no change, no re-creation. The universe will be one solid, viral pond of stagnant structures. Are you now denying our purpose?”
“NO, the guard has…” Sol cut the shrouds transmission.
“If the try again don’t patch it through,” Sol tells the frightened tech.
A tentacle from the creature strangles the sharp snout of the dreadnought, the bay jaw blocked, as the alloy begins to weld shut from the pressure. Another tentacle from the creature has wrapped itself around the diameter of the ships propulsion system, blocking it from escape.
The Semi-Singular transforms, from the
mind of Rob’s primal evolutionary instincts, into a thin two-dimensional line, fluidly slipping through the tiny crevices from the ships bay jaws.
“Prepare the ship to upload into the Net,” Sol commands as his bridge crew bickers and disagrees.
“We have no time for this! Do as I command,” he prays that he is correct with his assumption. His eyes glow a seething red.
In the vacuum, the Semi-Singular transforms back into the rectangle and begins preparations to upload itself into the Net. A tentacle from the young Mapper, snares the Semi-Singular; consequently, releasing its grip on the dreadnought.
“Sir, the creature has let us free. Should I set a course to get us out of here,” a red hued tech asks him.
The Semi-Singular is crushed to
unconsciousness by the mapper, as the immense creature brings the red rectangular being toward its beaked mouth, its soft, un-armored under belly bared
“Set for ramming speed directly into the creature, Now!”
Resembling a mile long arrow tip, it plunges swiftly into the soft underbelly of the creature. Gargantuan muscles, sinews, bones, and fluids escape into the omnipotent nothingness, space being the only one true god. The dreadnought effortlessly slices into the creature. Eternally imbedded into the dead creatures carcass.
“We can not reverse. The power is jammed on full; the ship is going to overheat and self-destruct.”
“Sound the evacuation siren,” Sol yells, barreling out of the bridge to the stern of
the dreadnought, running at his full gargantuan speed.
The Semi-Singular floats unconscious in the vacuum, slowly being pulled toward the opened port of the Universal Net.
With a quickness only afforded to demi-gods, Sol straps into his armored Body suit, resembling his frame, colored sterile white. The armored exo-skeleton blasts out from the airlock, quickly putting distance between Sol and the badly damaged dreadnought imbedded into the gigantic carcass.
The exo-skeleton weaves its way toward the unconscious Semi-Singular. With one more powerful thrust, the armored space suit closes the distance, grabbing the semi-Singular steadfast.
“Wake up!” Sol shakes the entity, screaming through the outside communication lines, having no effect in
the vacuum. “We’re going to sucked into the Net!”
The vortex, much like the vortex of a black hole, pulls all that’s in its range into Net, the Semi-Singular and Sol being the nearest interstellar objects.
In one swift pull, the beings become enveloped by the swirling vortex. A millisecond later, the dreadnought and the carcass explode, calling for a state not controlled by Order or Chaos; it being the state Death.

PART XIII: BINARY HIATUS
Very much in the resemblance of the process in which a computer disseminates typed information, transforming it to binary codes of 0 and 1; Sol and the semi-Singular are transformed to a complex patchwork of programs and codes. But unlike a computer, they are independent conscious beings operating in the ethereal structure of the Universal Net.
The infinite landscape of the Net, boundless in the variety of information it contained; information on every empire, race, being, planet, whirlpool, insect, explosion, that ever inhabited the un
“The knowledge in this dimension, rivals all artificial intelligence’s ever created. Instant power and intuition could be channeled at a command,” Sol, in a form much like his own, but with eyes boundless with knowledge states to the already aware Semi-Singular.
“Why has this power never been used to its fullest extent by the Order or the Guard?”
“If either side did that, instant dimensional shutdown would begin,” the semi-Singular explains metamorphisizing to its humanoid spectral form. “It is a fail safe that the Singular programmed the Universal Net with. It new that the universe was not balanced and did not want the order to take ultimate vengeance by using the net.”
“Although now it seems that the Order was kept in check by the mere presence of Singular in the universe,” the Semi-Singular adds through wisps of color.
“Does that mean that Chaos has always been weaker than Order?” Sol inquires, trying to grasp the Semi’s significance, still convinced that it was the key.
“Not exactly.”
“The Order is more Material based. It is in the business of creation. Chaos’s power is more sublime. It is the systems and the process,” it pauses changing hues. “They each posses the same amount of power, but use different methods in channeling it.” The two ethereal beings walk on a platform, separated by hundreds of meters from the virtual blue shining surface of the Net. The digital ocean shimmers with the posi-light admitted from a triangular star, shaped by the boundless mind of the Semi-Singular.
“What side are you on then?” Sol inquires even further, hoping that this unique being will give him an answer to correct the universes doomsday predicament.
“I am not on any side. That is the problem.” The being shimmers in a cascade of color. “I’m in the middle, as was the Singular…”
“Then you are the Singular now!” Sol interrupts, putting an abrupt halt to its oratory.
“I think you may be right,” the newly named Singular answers, with a hint of misgiving in its voice.
Emotion wells up inside the creature. It falls to its knees, screaming a deathly curse. Sol franticly restrains the being, his hands cut through the specter, as a spade
through air.
“Why has the fate of the universe been thrust upon my shoulders! What right does the highest power have to weigh me down with this burden!” The being shouts in the Net changing the landscape into a dank burning wasteland. Sol tries to reverse the change, but his mind and his will are not powerful enough. The Singular’s spectral body shakes and shudders with undirected bolts of green energy; it falls to the ground with the thunder of sorrow foreshadowing the changed landscape.
“Settle down; the situation is not all your fault,” Sol answers as fear branched throughout his body. “I’ll help you.”
“What higher power?” Sol inquires further into the mind of the tortured mind of the most unique and most lonely being in the universe.
“The State of Life and the State of Death,
they are the masters of Order and Chaos, but they have masters also, it never ends,” torrents of dark blue rain shower from the endless virtual sky, the Net now an extension of the Singulars mind.
“I’m the only one of my kind, sentenced to be eternally alone; what a seething destructive symphony they have summoned me to orchestrate, for their selfish pleasure.”
Not being used to the emotion, the Singular quickly collects itself, as Sol stares in amazement.
“I apologize. The human side of my nature took over,” it pauses. “They are so given to emotional drives that it makes for faulty logic, but at the same time, it also makes them extremely dangerous.”
“Tell me something that I don’t know,” Sol replies, and then an idea grasps his over-eager mind; I’ll get my answers by
appealing to the human side of his nature.
“What are the other purposes of the Net?” The crimson devil asks, as he reconfigures himself into a wispy specter, made possible by his now pure energy nature.
“In order to understand that, first you have to have an understanding of how it works,” the singular answers as he forms to slits for eyes and one for a mouth, startling Sol.

PART XIV: VISCERAL SOUL CRUSHER
The Singular explains how the Net’s energy is siphoned from the countless stars and the gravitational power of Event Horizons. Those became the major synapse points in the structure or stitches of the Net. Once these were connected, the infrastructure was complete.
“The planets, and all the other three dimensional matter in the universe, was then encoded with molecular formula’s for storage of information; thus as a by
product of this manipulation, I made it possible for carbon based life forms to exist. All these species not being part of the Orders grand plans; the guard on the other hand did not care and decided to use the life forms for their benefit,” Sol absorbs this as the Singular manipulates the landscape to a visual show to prove his explanations correct.
“That is why my kind was the first to install a combatitive and destructive nature in all of the life forms in the universe; hoping and succeeding in upsetting the balance the universe had at the start,” a bolt of intuition sears Sol’s brain an the demon collapses in agony.
“Correct.”
“You are experiencing a metamorphosis of your physical being into a complete digitized energy life form. This can not be helped. You will be one with the Net.”

“Why? I do not want to be one with the Net!” the demi-god screams, tears releasing from his red slits.
“You will be the master of this universe,” the Singular pauses. “The Universal Network is a universe. It is a universe with no will, with out a will, there is no purpose.”
“Then what is the purpose?” the fully transformed digital god asks, no longer weeping at his transformation, but now inquiring for an answer.
“You must find the answer. It should not be difficult. You are a god of a boundless universe. A universe pure, one that is ready to be molded into art. A universe that needs to be shaped. Right now, it is amorphous and without purpose, and this is a tragedy greater than the destruction of the viral infected universe that is now left behind,” the emotionless being tells the newly formed god

“What becomes of you?” Sol’s stature changes. He loses his red hue and distinct demon form. His skin is opaque red. His horns fade and become directly connected, like long tubes, into the virtual sky.
“I have no longer any use.”
“You must, you are the Singular. The most unique being in the universe!” The infant God says, the blue sky shuttering.
“The first Singular committed suicide, for all of those reasons,” the Singular states. “It had a soul but had no other being that it could even communicate with. It was a tragic being; It killed itself.”
The landscape was willed by its god into a sterile white hue. The only thing illuminated was the God and the Singular.
“Do you not see that I can communicate with you, unlike your predecessor who did not have a companion, kept separate and
unique by the Order and the Guard. You can shape and mold this new universe with me. It shall be more grand, more enlightened than the one of three dimensions.”
“That is impossible,” the Singular answers emotionless. “I have one more thing to complete; the utter conglomeration of the universe, which will mean absolute third dimensional consolidation.”
“You are preparing to make the three-dimensional universe into the hardware for this Universe, your MAD!”
“I will not permit you!” The new God orders the Singular.
“Have you not learned that I am so unique that nothing can order me or control me. I can be in any dimensions or universes that I want by the power of my will, but I am lonely. I wish to find infinite peace by confronting death, instead of sacrificing
myself to it like the last time I tried,” it pauses with ferocity.” IT SCOFFED AT ME AND LET LIFE REMAKE ME! The only way I can eternally die is by battling death, confronting it on its terms, I can only summon its full force by extinguishing all life in the third dimensional universe; then it will know that I have summoned it for battle. I am too powerful a being and foe just to have sacrificed myself; commit suicide.

“I WILL GIVE DEATH SUCH A BATTLE THAT I WILL ALMOST OVERCOME DEATH ITSELF.”