WINTER SUBQUARTER 15(aU77) is A MAGNETIC HYPERTENSION ZONE CONSISTING of TWO SPECIALIZED WINGS. FRACTILION APPEARS TO BE ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS ADMISTRATIVE SETTINGS within DronION BRAIN. SHOULD the SOLSTICE ICON BE DISPLACED, the STATIONVESSEL COULD LOSE MAGNETIC BALANCE. YOU MUST COLLECT IT PROMPTLY TO AVOID ITS USE IN ACCESSING ADMIN FUNCTIONS, with the ultimate goal of accessing MOJAVE ORACLE.
MOJAVE ORACLE shall serve as DIRECT INTERFACE with the RESONANCE CONFIGURATION of DronION. LOGIC DICTATES THAT A GAMMA CORRECTION on the CORRECT SPECTRUM BAND may RENDER this location UNDESIRABLE to our GUESTS
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HERE is the intended RECEPTABLE within B WING. You WILL ALSO NEED to ENGAGE A SWITCH in ORDER TO REACH the ROOM CONTAINING the ORACLE. The ICON ITSELF IS somewhere IN B WING. SALVE/AIN/ASHITA WILL BE UNABLE TO SPEAK TO YOU HERE such is THE MAGNET.s
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Salve, Ain and Ashita seem unable to realize that 'business is usual is not on the menu'. As a matter of fact, we're changing the functional reality in this place... the pace of life around here has simply got to change. There are some lovely quirks to the physics found here, particularly in the lower 30% of the 'onion brain'. The 'trinity' really wouldn't even begin to consider the possibilities. It's not like they built this place, after all, however much they like to act like its caretakers.
It's my goal to begin mapping the magnetic combinations possible through strategic charging of the ley lines. The 'trinity' acknowledges the arrangement of the central current, of course, as it keeps the lights on, but content themselves with wondering at a perpetual motion machine. A closer look reveals there are significant deeper possibilities for amplification with patterning of alternating charges aimed at multiple linked sites at a time. These exercises have revealed to me that the arrangements of the lines have a deeper sophistication and numerous unrevealed interelations. Take these 'ivory towers' for example. This vertical tunnel is a something of a channel for energy.
What's that? Why yes, I AM speaking to you from INSIDE Dogon! Very observant of you! No, I'm not going to tell you how I did it. I imagine if he ('it'?) could communicate properly, he might tell me he didn't like it too much!
Listen, it's called dimensional refraction, and what it means is that usually consciousness leaves the body at a precise 66 degree angle, as the combination of the particular rate of drag caused by passing through the boundary of the skull and the boundary of the theta wave current causes a gentle, reliable bend... what happened this time was one a million, a total fluke. ...the 'kishin' came out of the skull at such a moment to EXACTLY pass through the zero point of the theta wave current... no drag! and voila, the spirit flew at 33 degrees. and before he knew it, it was this purgatory with no end to consider.
Until I kill him, that is. but it's a trip to think he wouldn't be here if a single switch had been flipped to a different position (speaking of which...). That's the nature of the tuning of this thing. I don't know why I'm telling you. I've just got to tell someone, I guess. Afterall, if you think about it for a little while, you realize there must be some reason 'he' is here as well. Something about this place, ripe for the farming of imagined possibilities. You might say that ideas grow on trees. So if one is looking for the central iterative source, that turns archetype into instance. A world building kit, you might say. Some who called themselves WORLD VOICE wouldn't want you to have THAT, now would they?
...so as long as they left it on the altar, they'd be agitated with desire, but in a state of total directionlessness, one might say the ultimate frustration; no hope of satisfaction. As it turns out, it was moved and instantly it roused them, like a fever came over them, with the heavy smell of wintergreen and pine. The ancestral pheromone dictating their movements; despite their own internal resistance they eventually all end up here, clustered around the scent like moths on a lightbulb. They move towards it, but really they hate the smell, and hate us for drawing them to it. It smells so awful they feel they must entinguish it.
But, should they reach it, that isn't what's going to happen, and perhaps they don't realize it either. It will push into their insectoid nostrils like the most potent of narcotics, but what it will do moves beyond the bounds of any high. A violent penetration into the DNA. A craving strong as libido, a march toward one's own metamorphosis. ...and who wants such a thing being born in one's own bedroom ? Fractilion will pay for this.
*UNCLE 0r1son. 1 remembEr the days,, 1 remembEr the nights,, I don't think TW1CE. maybe I've been living every life all the time.. ..which one are you ?
*UNCLE 0r1son. 1 remembEr the days,, 1 remembEr the nights,, I don't think TW1CE. maybe I've been living every life all the time.. ..which one are you ?
it APPEARS the ORACLE (0r1cle?) has been CORRUPTED. the SITUATION is FAR MORE DIRE than PREVIOUSLY SUPPOSED. someONE HAS USED THIS DISRUPTION of STATUS QUO to COMMENCE THEIR OWN PLANS. WE MUST LEAVE HERE AT ONCE.
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