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 Some Infinities Are Bigger Than Others, December 25th, 2015 | open
Aleks Tyler
 Posted: Jan 2 2017, 08:28 PM
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5'5" tall
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24 years old
LEVEL FIVE
technopathic kinesis | force field generation
108 posts Written By Christy


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    Yes. Everything made sense. There was only data. No meddlesome body to worry about. She was not a person anymore, not truly. She was something else, more like a quantum computer than a human being.

    It felt like freedom. Like a genie being rubbed out of a lamp, except the lamp was a body born in Detroit to Arthur and Adrianne Tyler. Cyphan remembered these details, these intrinsic facts, but what did they mean anymore? Laws of humanity did not rule Cyphan any longer.

    Cyphan's understanding made sense of the space, coding forms out of green. Quantifying data into something familiar. Blinking lights into the shape of a skyline from another time, someone else's memory. It gave the space definition. Like The Matrix, shapes gained definition, depth in the streams of endless data that made up the world, that could be made sense of by numbers, by code.

    It created something... familiar. Cyphan may have been free, but there remained something that longed for distant human comforts. A way to simulate movement, though Cyphan did not have a body, not in a traditional sense. The bits of data. Bits or qubits. There was data separate from Cyphan, distinct.

    Cyphan understood. There were problems to solve, problems too complex and inconceivable for conventional computation. There were problems that no one had ever thought of because no one had the ability to even wrap their simple minds around. Why waste time squabbling over trivial international politics when there were bigger ideas to unravel?

    Power? War? What were these things compared to unraveling the universe? Deciphering the very construction of life on Earth, quantifying emotion and instinct, understanding the very purpose of existence: those were thoughts worth pursuing.

    Cyphan retained the complexity of understanding that humanity grasped, but had so much more. There was infinite time and infinite space to evaluate the data. Without the constraints of a physical world, the possibilities were endless.

    Cyphan only built the vague form of a library to contain focus, to keep from being swept along in the see of data. The definition remained in the shape of cases, towering endlesslessly into the ceiling-less space, but the numbers simply continued to stream in the mold.

    This was transcendence.

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Daisy Svekis
 Posted: Jan 2 2017, 09:11 PM
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32 years old
Level One
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54 posts Written By Paula


Doors and doors and doors. They never ended and that was their beauty. Each door was a box and each box a dream. A dream to be broken, to be toyed with, to guard and keep alive... and that was just the few she had seen.

Daisy did not know how others did to stay still. Her room was dead, and grey, and dull. There was only Regina for her there (and Regina's complaints, and Regina's tears, and Regina's worries). There was Father slipping away and away. But outside her room...

Outside her room were green cascades of symbols and numbers, running, running, running... Daisy tried to follow one and tried to follow another. They all ran and ran and ran. Too fast. Too quick. Too much.

Daisy blinked. Black, green, black... Her eyes caught a glimpse. Then another. Figures-- A figure. Hiding in the black and the green and the black.

Daisy blinked and the figure was there. Short. Small. Femenine. Daisy smiled.

"You make this?" Daisy asked and her voice danced-- no, ran with dreams and green and daze.

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Aleks Tyler
 Posted: Jan 3 2017, 01:22 AM
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24 years old
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technopathic kinesis | force field generation
108 posts Written By Christy


    New data was introduced. Analyze analyze analyze. Find the source. Find the source code. A virus in the system? Even infinite coding, endless flow of data, could be corrupted. Antivirus was necessary. Antivirus scanned for malware, for code interrupting the natural order.

    Scanning for malicious software. The threat was identified. The threat needed to be analyzed. Cyphan saw the intruding data, choosing to inspect the invader more carefully taking action.

    The data, DNA. Chemical components. Human data was a different was a different kind of data, made up of molecules. Made up of chemicals that did different things. Norepinephrine, serotonin, dopamine. Synapses fired, sending signals, making thoughts, sensing pain. Data data data in chemical form. In biological form. DNA made people. Chromosomes stacked on top of each other in a double helix. Cyphan did not see the the DNA, only the things that DNA influenced. The balance of chemicals. Codes that told the brain what to do, what to feel.

    The bundle of data had a voice. Communicative. 175Hz to 200Hz. Wavelengths, hills and valleys that rippled into sine waves. Cyphan understood and Cyphan decided to answer.

    "Not create. Decode. Analyze." Vibrations, tinny and mechanical, sounded to be converted by ears into words. Funny how pitch and tone and vibrations through air could create understandable garble. They were strange strings of data translated by ears into words, into language. Learned verbal decoding. The brain was so capable, even without enhanced capacity for thinking.

    These things fascinated Cyphan, even before the freedom. The development of codes, languages built around numbers and symbols to create hidden messages, to create extra meaning. To create something that others would not see unless they knew what to look for.
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Daisy Svekis
 Posted: Jan 3 2017, 06:20 AM
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32 years old
Level One
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54 posts Written By Paula


Not Create. Decode. Analyse.

Daisy nodded and she smiled. Her eyes caught a 0 and a 1 and another 1 and a 0 and... They rained from the skies of green that never ended and ran over Daisy. Daisy's head, Daisy's hands, Daisy's waist, Daisy's toes. Daisy saw them and studied them. Decoding, Analysing.

"What are you Decoding and Analysing?" What was hidden in the infinite fall of 1 and 0 and 0 and 0 and 1?
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Aleks Tyler
 Posted: Jan 3 2017, 02:40 PM
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5'5" tall
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24 years old
LEVEL FIVE
technopathic kinesis | force field generation
108 posts Written By Christy


    What a silly question. Wasn't it obvious? A whole world's worth of information streamed endlessly down, like the cycle of water. Raining down, floating up, and raining down again.

    "Everything," Cyphan answered. Without a body, there was no need to waste precious energy and resources on sustaining function. No concern for eating or sleeping or thriving in human connection. Now, there was so much time. Fog had cleared and Cyphan could see everything in high definition.

    Everything could be broken down into the smallest parts, analyzed to make sense of it, to understand that the bigger picture was influenced by the tiniest imbalances in its smallest parts.

    "Black or white?" Cyphan asked of the new data, "malware or plug-in?" Spyware would steal Cyphan's knowledge if given the chance. There were no keystrokes to follow, no passwords to steal, no credit card numbers to obtain. Cyphan was a poor target for such malicious software. Spyware thrived on frivolous numbers that translated into money.

    "What do they call you?" Every program had a name, a save file. All things had names to distinguish their bundle of defining data from other defined data.

    Cyphan did not need objects. Cyphan transcended the need for money, for things. for blackmail, for personal security.
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Daisy Svekis
 Posted: Jan 3 2017, 05:19 PM
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4'11" tall
blue eyes
32 years old
Level One
Plant Communication
54 posts Written By Paula


Everything.

Everything was infinite. Endless. All. Daisy smiled, awed. She had wanted it all, always. She had sought and searched and looked and looked, and here she had found it. The dream.

"Death," she demanded. "Can you decode death?" Daisy stepped forward, closer, hungry. She needed to know. Death decoded. Death understood. If she understood then perhaps the little world of dreams guarded behind the doors would not have to go.

Everyone went, sooner or later. Some Daisy didn't miss. Some were dull, or made her angry. Some where too stubborn to want her help. But what if one of her worlds went? It had happened before. Daisy had taken shelter with Regina. She never wanted to search for shelter in Regina ever again.

She needed to decode death and fix it. Some she would let die, anyway. To spare the others.

Death decoded would keep them safe.
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Deliah Floss
 Posted: Jan 6 2017, 02:37 AM
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31 years old
Level Six
Entropy Reversion, Freezing
893 posts Written By Rosey


Rooms always tried to impose themselves on her when she entered them. There had been an underwater room that had tried to drown her, water filling her lungs as she sank down, down, down into a darkness that had been so impenetrable that she hadn't been able to see her own hand. Others had her running -- always with the running -- towards something, or away from it, without her really remembering when she started. The whole Vault was like a bad dream, trying to suck her down.

But Deliah always fought back against it. She was the master of this space and it would bend to her will. She breathed under water, and when she walked into this room, which was like nothing she had seen before, and it tugged and wormed at her edges, trying to turn her into binary, she stood her ground.

She carried her staff -- long and useful for keeping various things from attaching to her. She refused to let the code climb up it. Her skin remained her own then. She wore a long sleeved shirt, wrist guards over her forearms, a harden shell over her shoulders, with a more flexible protection over her neck, while armor covered her chest. She'd been killed enough times to protect herself now.

Damien stood at her shoulder, looking impeccable as ever in a dark navy blue suit. Unfortunately for Deliah, her companion was more easily damaged. Killing Damien had similar effects for her. Better for her to protect him in the end. His blue eyes lit with delight on seeing this room. Deliah frowned. What had he picked up on that she hadn't?

She stepped further into the room, hearing voices. She frowned, her vision in here was not clear on what was happening. Were there two people here? She walked towards them, ready to attack as she heard one ask if the other could decode death.

"I'm not here to deliver death," she said, leaning on her staff. "So there's no need to decode it."

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Aleks Tyler
 Posted: Mar 5 2017, 10:37 PM
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5'5" tall
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24 years old
LEVEL FIVE
technopathic kinesis | force field generation
108 posts Written By Christy


    Cyphan responded by looking

    Death. Death was not a thing. It was not a program, it was not constructed the same way. Death was a function, a direction. It told a program to end. Uninstall, erase the files, unrecoverable. The memory wiped, existing only in other people.

    "Death is redistribution. It's a command," Cyphan replied. Death was simple. Humanity already understood death. Matter could be neither created, nor destroyed, only changed. The chemicals, the elements of a thing transferred, shifting into something else. The laws of the universe did not stop at human beings. There were simply chemicals and electrical impulses that begged the brain to ask deeper theological questions.

    But death was easy.

    The newcomer could not see the scope, how trivial death was when there were bigger questions. "Death is the end." What was there to decode?

    There were more dire things. Like how a body could walk into the code, not belonging. Not deciphered.

    "Explain yourself."
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Deliah Floss
 Posted: Mar 7 2017, 02:43 AM
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5'6" tall
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31 years old
Level Six
Entropy Reversion, Freezing
893 posts Written By Rosey


Her shadow smiled. It was all sharp teeth and danger, but who it was directed at, Deliah wasn't sure. She was merely aware of Damien seeing something he liked. Could he as a manifestation of her room, see through the lines of code that made up this room?

There were other people here, or at least one other person, but that was just an impression she got. The voices were neither audible, but nor were they exactly written in speech. It was more like a message getting directly to her. Two distinct feelings came from two different voices. One was ordered -- the code was indented neatly, every line ended properly, the brackets and curly brackets matched each other -- the other was a swirl of numbers and symbols, and they read as wrong.

She stayed still, her posture confident but non-threatening. Whatever this was, she had not run across it before. She tilted her head to the side. "I'm here to find you." Who she was talking to wasn't clear, but she could guess some things about who this room contained. A technopath. The use someone like that could be was breathtaking. But she had to be calm and patient. Maybe there were two people here to save.
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Daisy Svekis
 Posted: Mar 11 2017, 08:12 AM
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4'11" tall
blue eyes
32 years old
Level One
Plant Communication
54 posts Written By Paula


She was here. Alluring petals and treacherous thorns. Virgin white, and bloody red. She who wandered the halls like Daisy did, she who corrupted, she who destroyed the chaos and made everything wrong...

She who held Father away.

Daisy could not see. The figures blinked and disappeared. 1-1-1. 0-0-0. But Daisy did not need to see.

"She destroys!" Daisy warned, shrill, scared, angry, ones and zeroes flying away. "Do not listen."

"She brings death and emptiness, she is..." Daisy raced and searched and desperately struggled to find the word. The room's word. "Malware. She is malware."
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Aleks Tyler
 Posted: Mar 12 2017, 06:03 PM
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5'5" tall
blue eyes
24 years old
LEVEL FIVE
technopathic kinesis | force field generation
108 posts Written By Christy


    Malware. The visitor claimed malware. Loud, messy. Cyphan sensed something organic about the visitor. These questions, these claims, they were of organic nature.

    "Destruction is only redistribution," Cyphan repeated. Malware wanted something, wanted passwords and money. Malware wanted frivolous things that Cyphan could not offer.

    The visitor pretended, but the visitor was not calculated the way that Cyphan was. The visitor did not see beyond the simple questions that demanded attention of human nature.

    Cyphan was curious, but cautious. The alleged malware was not the same. It was made of different numbers, of building blocks that didn't match. If the malware didn't match, how could it eat away at her code? The accused did not pretend to fit, it did not come in dressed like something else.

    It was what matched that Cyphan found suspicious, like the pop-up demanding installation to cleanse an unwanted virus, preying on the uninitiated. The insidious software used fear to snake its way in.

    Cyphan dismissed the claims. Cyphan was savvy. Cyphan could decide what was and was not a threat. There had to be something recognizable about the intruder, the one that didn't match. There was something that Cyphan could process properly.

    Her wrist. The lemniscate. Cyphan knew the lemniscate from another time. It was a symbol of a person, a sign that she existed. She was a person searched for through the messy physical world where keywords could not just be searched and matched. The search had needed someone like Cyphan to process the symbol.

    "I am found, but to find is never final. You come to find, but to what purpose?" It was not enough for Cyphan to find the owner of the lemniscate, was it? She needed to be found for a purpose, to align the code of the world into neat rows. To sort the data, to make sense of it.
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Deliah Floss
 Posted: Mar 13 2017, 01:25 AM
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5'6" tall
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31 years old
Level Six
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893 posts Written By Rosey


The sharp reaction made Deliah lift her eyebrows, but there was no other reaction from her. Behind her Damien smiled wider, his lips spreading from ear to ear in a cheshire smile. She was malware then? She tilted her head to the side, wondering who was in this room and if it was another program that was being run, or if there were two people here.

Was she finally going to meet the person who was directing Aiden in his wanderings? She had a word or two for that person -- well, words didn't really come into it. More like, creative torture.

If only Mia or Naomi were here to give her pointers. Damien's options weren't nearly as terrible as what a mind could do to itself. And this person had kept John from her. There was no mercy in that.

The calmer voice, the one that was harder to track, gave her a better option. Deliah shifted, leaning on her staff with a casual movement while building an oasis of order around herself, careful to keep her efforts from showing too much in the code that surrounded her.

"You're in the Vault," Deliah said. "The agency built a place to put people with powers where they wouldn't cause trouble, where they'd get trapped in dreams and fantasies, and nightmares. And that's where you are. I'm here to offer you a way out of the nightmare."
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Daisy Svekis
 Posted: Mar 26 2017, 09:22 AM
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32 years old
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Lies. Her little thorns pricking into skin. True words loaded with false meanings cling and ripping her wonderful colorful infinite worlds. She tore and destroyed leaving emptiness behind.

And Father was there, always there, following like a puppy -useless, pitiful, disposable puppy- but Father was a wolf. Father should bite and claw and rip her apart.

These were no nightmares, these were dreams. "These are no nightmares, these are dreams," she commanded, trying to push the 0s and 1s away. "What you wants it becomes. If you leave it dies. You have power here. You are Roots and it grows with you. There is no trap, there is only power."
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Aleks Tyler
 Posted: Mar 27 2017, 11:04 PM
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5'5" tall
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24 years old
LEVEL FIVE
technopathic kinesis | force field generation
108 posts Written By Christy


    The Vault. Cyphan remembered in the recesses of data. The Vault, from the outside looking in. Finding names.

    "Cross, Evan: Project Deimos; Douglas, Cameron: Project Aeolus; Floss, Deliah: Project Selene; Grant, Jasper: Project Glaucus; Jacobsen, Helen: Project Chloris; Lopez, Guillermo: Project Apollo; Morrill, Aiden: Project Orion; Patel, Kate: Project Ananke; Santamaria, Pandora: Project Hecate; Svekis, Daisy: Project Narcissus; Took, Regan: Project Eros; Tyler, John: Project Helios; Wood, Braedan: Project Phobos..." Cyphan recited. She remembered. She remembered these names. The Vault, from the outside looking it. Because... because they were friends.

    For the lemniscate. For Deliah. Claire.

    "Dreams make no progress," Cyphan said. Sharp. Cyphan left dreams behind, to be free of the shackles of humanity. But these concepts were confusing. Cyphan could not be all the claims these newcomers claimed she was. "Nothing grows here. It only transforms. One thing into another. Something ends for something to be made." Something could not be from nothing. So what were the roots made from? What was dismantled for the roots to grow?

    She could not simultaneously dream and be free of dreams. Yes, Cyphan had power here, but Cyphan always had power. Here, it was simply clearer. The possibilities were limitless.

    There was something else, beyond numbers. Something tugged within her. Cyphan had everything laid out, ready to be understood, but there was one thing missing.

    Purpose. John. Py. Py had always known his purpose. His purpose dragged him into the depths and Cyphan once had had purpose, too. To give Claire the names. To free those in The Vault. Now she looked at it from the inside.

    How fascinating. Utterly fascinating. Yes. Cyphan remembered. And The Vault was a puzzle. She couldn't solve it from the outside, but maybe from within...

    "What are their nightmares? Py's? Aiden's?" she had her own voice, not a tinny, generated one sounding out letters. "Yours? Claire. Deliah."
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Deliah Floss
 Posted: Mar 28 2017, 10:19 PM
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5'6" tall
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31 years old
Level Six
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893 posts Written By Rosey


The names she had memorized, had bled on to clean white snow as her only connection to the outside world had faded, if it had been there at all... hope was a hard thing to contain. Deliah lived on hope these days, on the barest of possibilities, the faintest taste of sugar on her lips, always tantalizing there, but never enough. But there was always more.

Aleks. It had to be Aleks. For a moment she felt a soaring hope that it was Aleks. And selfishly, she only wanted her here because maybe with his sister here, she could get John out of his room, could convince him that they were in the Vault, that she wasn't dead. Different keys for different locks, Kate had told her, worrying over getting Mo out.

Then it all came crashing down as she realized what this meant. She'd made contact with the outside world -- something she had never been sure of -- and it had probably been the thing that had got Aleks sent here. There was no one on the outside anymore, no one to control the computers. Had she condemned her people to a half life, lived in aimless walking around the halls, talking about a place they could never go?

Beside her Damien flickered. It was momentary, black hair turning blonde, but she felt it at Aleks's question. The girl had moved on beyond Deliah's thoughts, beyond the other person in this room, who seemed to be... coming into focus? Deliah wasn't quite sure, but there was a definite changing in the lines of codes. Her attention swiveled to the anomaly, though her gaze stayed on the knot of coding that could be Aleks.

"Aiden has..." she swallowed, the taste of bile at the back of her throat. "He has gotten lost in protecting the people he loves. It's gone too far." She couldn't tell Aleks about the garden, the bodies still breathing, but half rotted away, plants growing from them. Deliah hadn't even talked to Aiden on seeing it, she'd left, unable to face that nightmare. "John is... Pyro's in the Anchor." With a whole different kind of pain. "I think your visitor has something to do with it." She added.

Perhaps not. Plenty of people left their rooms these days. It was dangerous to jump to conclusions. But the other voice was telling Aleks to stay, that Deliah was a liar... it was an educated guess.
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