Post by Hero on May 20, 2018 20:11:44 GMT
Imagine for a second that the world was contrived by the basic principle of determinism not fatalism.
If this were the case, then by acquiring all of the information physical and incorporeal that make up the vast, boundless universe, one could essentially understand causality and become one with the thesis of predictability. What does this mean? Knowing the laws of nature and with a mind capable of understanding what some may view as illimitable, one could essentially predict the future, and perhaps even change it. Irrationally and even in lieu of his own destruction, Adell Illiandes Laemington took the notes of his ancestors, those who had built the world for which they would exist and parley within to find the answer on his own. Were the world determined by the chords of fate and destiny, then that meant that many outcomes were unavoidable and that regardless of one's power or manifestation in the world, that certain events would befall all those within the machinations of time.
Yet The Infinity Star refused to believe that.
How was it, then, that he were here?
In a world hidden in a pocket of a cold, empty universe, a single-white haired scholar calculated ancient geometrics and quamtam mechanics with hyper-aged computational hardware (including that which was installed into his own metagenic enhancements) and the few Eternals that remained after the War of Gaea (or Genocide of Yggdrasil).
Since then many things had changed. With the reappearance and departure of Adell, Vincent, Jin Yan Fashi, and complete disappearance of Beramode, the structure of the would-be architects and vanguards was hard to comprehend from the outside.
Even with them all having their own individual aides, lifestyles, and territory, they all convened when necessary to lend true to the progression of their organizational motivation: to understand the world that they lived in, and to create a new one.
“Explain to me again where everyone is?” the ivory-haired, bronze skinned scientist groaned, stuffing his hands into the enormous white pockets on his plain white overcoat. Unlike most, he wore it directly atop his ivory suit and usual business vestment, the one that seemed most comfortable to him. This meant black business shoes with relaxing soles, a solid black tie, teal undershirt, and a pocket full of gum and other mind-altering drugs.
“I don't think tellin' you a fourth time is gonna change a damn thing...” the black boy grumbled, walking outside in an orchard of flowers that painted along the canvas of green a rainbow of beauty around them. The narrow walkways were dwarfed by the grandeur of the wildlife around them the luminous rays of a bright white sun splashing the world below.
“You don't sound like a man who's grateful to be alive.”
“I'm a slave, doesn't that make this racist?”
Adell stopped and looked directly into the sun with his iridescent eyes, unharmed by the radiation.
“Wrong world boy! Besides...you're my protege not a slave. This is part of a protege's work...” Adell sneered.
“Look...I'm happy you saved me,” the boy began, crossing his lanky though athletic arms across his brazen chest. “But I'd rather be dead than take orders all damn day.”
Darker than Adell, his hair was cut to the scalp where it lay finely atop the crown of his head, darker than his skin. His eyes however were amber, a very bright fire that burned deep within him and his heart. He, unlike Adell, wore almost nothing, that is aside from sweatpants and boots that remain untied but somehow fit his feet and hadn't slid off yet. Some of the patrons of the Castle of Nowhere were perturbed by his lackadasical appearance and disposition but were usually reassured by Adell himself that the newest addiction to their recruits, Virtius, would be fine among them and learn to adjust.
“You sure about that? Just when I was going to take you along on our first field assignment...”
“Wait, what? I get to take a trip out of prison?!”
Virtrius was dressed for the occasion, and Adell only needed to remove his overcoat and prepare his itinerary for their departure. When the time came, they would come to one of the many chambers within the castle where a single golden door, unimaginative, though enchanted, shifted with cerulean leylines within that acted as a gateway. To what, Virtrius had zero idea, but Adell seemed enthusiastic about their departure.
“When are you gonna tell me where we're going?” the young, defiant voice quipped.
“Aren't surprises more fun?” Adell smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Without further delay, he ambled forward and into the whispering light, where a tremendous white light flashed across the dark chambers around them.
“Ah shit...” Virtrius spat, charging headfist behind Adell with regret souring his mouth.
If this were the case, then by acquiring all of the information physical and incorporeal that make up the vast, boundless universe, one could essentially understand causality and become one with the thesis of predictability. What does this mean? Knowing the laws of nature and with a mind capable of understanding what some may view as illimitable, one could essentially predict the future, and perhaps even change it. Irrationally and even in lieu of his own destruction, Adell Illiandes Laemington took the notes of his ancestors, those who had built the world for which they would exist and parley within to find the answer on his own. Were the world determined by the chords of fate and destiny, then that meant that many outcomes were unavoidable and that regardless of one's power or manifestation in the world, that certain events would befall all those within the machinations of time.
Yet The Infinity Star refused to believe that.
How was it, then, that he were here?
In a world hidden in a pocket of a cold, empty universe, a single-white haired scholar calculated ancient geometrics and quamtam mechanics with hyper-aged computational hardware (including that which was installed into his own metagenic enhancements) and the few Eternals that remained after the War of Gaea (or Genocide of Yggdrasil).
Since then many things had changed. With the reappearance and departure of Adell, Vincent, Jin Yan Fashi, and complete disappearance of Beramode, the structure of the would-be architects and vanguards was hard to comprehend from the outside.
Even with them all having their own individual aides, lifestyles, and territory, they all convened when necessary to lend true to the progression of their organizational motivation: to understand the world that they lived in, and to create a new one.
“Explain to me again where everyone is?” the ivory-haired, bronze skinned scientist groaned, stuffing his hands into the enormous white pockets on his plain white overcoat. Unlike most, he wore it directly atop his ivory suit and usual business vestment, the one that seemed most comfortable to him. This meant black business shoes with relaxing soles, a solid black tie, teal undershirt, and a pocket full of gum and other mind-altering drugs.
“I don't think tellin' you a fourth time is gonna change a damn thing...” the black boy grumbled, walking outside in an orchard of flowers that painted along the canvas of green a rainbow of beauty around them. The narrow walkways were dwarfed by the grandeur of the wildlife around them the luminous rays of a bright white sun splashing the world below.
“You don't sound like a man who's grateful to be alive.”
“I'm a slave, doesn't that make this racist?”
Adell stopped and looked directly into the sun with his iridescent eyes, unharmed by the radiation.
“Wrong world boy! Besides...you're my protege not a slave. This is part of a protege's work...” Adell sneered.
“Look...I'm happy you saved me,” the boy began, crossing his lanky though athletic arms across his brazen chest. “But I'd rather be dead than take orders all damn day.”
Darker than Adell, his hair was cut to the scalp where it lay finely atop the crown of his head, darker than his skin. His eyes however were amber, a very bright fire that burned deep within him and his heart. He, unlike Adell, wore almost nothing, that is aside from sweatpants and boots that remain untied but somehow fit his feet and hadn't slid off yet. Some of the patrons of the Castle of Nowhere were perturbed by his lackadasical appearance and disposition but were usually reassured by Adell himself that the newest addiction to their recruits, Virtius, would be fine among them and learn to adjust.
“You sure about that? Just when I was going to take you along on our first field assignment...”
“Wait, what? I get to take a trip out of prison?!”
Virtrius was dressed for the occasion, and Adell only needed to remove his overcoat and prepare his itinerary for their departure. When the time came, they would come to one of the many chambers within the castle where a single golden door, unimaginative, though enchanted, shifted with cerulean leylines within that acted as a gateway. To what, Virtrius had zero idea, but Adell seemed enthusiastic about their departure.
“When are you gonna tell me where we're going?” the young, defiant voice quipped.
“Aren't surprises more fun?” Adell smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Without further delay, he ambled forward and into the whispering light, where a tremendous white light flashed across the dark chambers around them.
“Ah shit...” Virtrius spat, charging headfist behind Adell with regret souring his mouth.