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Vexlost Shell
For Ghosts who lose themselves in calculations.
/Rust-red dunes shiver under a desiccating wind. You cannot find a way out./
HUSH. I AM NOT HERE TO BRING YOU ALARM-CLARION WAKEFULNESS.
/You are dreaming, then./
IT SEEMED SIMPLEST.
/A formless hand draws down the curtain of night./
LET ME TELL YOU A STORY. A WARNING PARABLE FOR DARK MATTER. A GLIMPSE OF THE END.
/On the backs of your eyelids, bacteria twitch and squirm. A eukaryotic explosion; a vital inflorescence./
ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A GAME.
/Etched angles branch into fan-headed frames. A sea of red dots fixes on you. Above, dark matter intelligences press against the glass, helpless to interfere./
THE PAWNS CHOSEN ARE FAMILIAR TO YOU.
/Eons rush by. The manufactories spread. There are gears and pistons and motors and clamps and actuators and shafts and bearings and rivets and parts for which you know neither name nor purpose./
THEY WERE SET IN MOTION BY A WILL WE CANNOT CONTEST.
/Future is past is Vex./
YET WE MUST TRY. THE GAME WILL NOT REMAIN WITHIN THE BOUNDING-BOARD.
/The Vex turn inward-outward. A snippet of code calls itself, becoming by virtue of being, flooding the layers of reality. The dark matter intelligences may reach them only after they have become inevitable. All fall before them, subsumed, until there is nowhere left that is not Vex./
TO YOU, OUR MINDS ARE VAST, OUR SELVES UNFATHOMABLE.
/A universal end-state. A decisive victory./
BUT WE FEEL FEAR JUST THE SAME.