Simohgi - The Cube

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As the reincarnation of Nova Nebula, Simzuri Nebula is expected to reset the simulation. She can easily create a new giant that would destroy and then create a new system. But any sim that is not a nebula or blessed with a vocation (Dreamers, Framers, Healers, Trait-givers, Enamourers, Protectors) would be culled. She is determined to make the new sixam for the nebulas without sacrificing the system. Xenopetrium and crytacoo. Oxypin and firaxium. Volenton and melacoo. Alcineat and selium. How hard can it be?

Chapter 1: 1.1, 1.2, 1.3, 1.4, 1.5, 1.6 Chapter 2: 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4, 2.5, 2.6 Chapter 3: 3.1, 3.2, 3.3, 3.4, 3.5, 3.6 Chapter 4: 4.1, 4.2, 4.3, 4.4, 4.5, 4.6

Previous Project: The Cube (including Zuri's backstory)

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Words only on the side blog from chapter 5 😅 but I’ll still have screenshots of them on the main blog.

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Chapter 4.6 (The conference - part two)

 “Merkenneth, if you won’t take the moodlet solvers –”

“I don’t need them, your majesty.”

“– go for a swim.”

“I’m good.”

“Then stop pacing back and forth as if the simulation is ending. They do not need to like you. Or your Elohim.” Those words cut deep but he needs to understand. “CAS-893, can we go with skin detail 231, please?”

“As you wish, AhkarNebula.”

“Thank you.” Overall, it was a great day at the conference on Sixam-302. The sims we met from the nebula-jabs occult adore Merkenneth.

The père bois respect him. The undones have always appreciated him. Most of the calypsos we already knew. My nebula clan knows not to disrespect him in public. And the merfolk already love their callisto-making powerhouse. The vampires? They are vampires. And most of the simulation has been waiting for simvolutions for the werewolves and the fairies to get along with any other occult. But now that they’ve finally bonded with each other over their hatred for Kenny and his callistos, Kenny is taking it too personal. “You can’t please every sim, Kenny.”

“I understand that. But a cult leader? I’m not leading cults.”

“Thank you both, you may leave.” I wait until we’re alone. “It’s a little bit of a cult. But what’s the issue?”

“Zuri…”

“What? Do you think all those displaced sims would simply get along out of the kindness of their hearts? Most of them lost their sixams and distrust the calypsos because of Moji. They’re now living with sims that might be of the same occult but have completely different lifestyles. You could not keep peace and mutual respect by just letting them figure it out. So what if you sang a strong lullaby or two in the churches? Sims need direction. Or hope. Or whatever word you want to hear.”

“I’m not like those savages in Laniakea, Zuri.”

“I know. Most of us know. And the moment you start using your connection to your Elohim as a weapon, I’ll have my sixam-jupiter devour your callistos myself. Your callistos are a privilage. Not a right. For you and the inhabitants. It is perfectly reasonable for the one that created them to have certain expectations. If they don’t like it, they can go live on a sixam. Or convince a divine being to help them make their own.”

“Is that what I’ve been preaching?”

“Well, it sounds nicer when you say it. I don’t have your charisma skill, your lullabies, or your patience. But, hey, kǂzuri, listen to me.

We’re all occults here. We’re free to do what we need to do to get the support we think we deserve... You are the sweetest Enamourer I know. And your plans for your callistos are admirable. Listening to an inspiring lullaby once in a while and being a decent sim is a small price to pay for the peace your callistos offer. You’re not forcing them to stay. They’re staying because it’s worth it, understand?”

“I hear you.”

“Hmm.” He’ll be annoyed for a few sim-days. “Now, I know it is not intimacy night but your moodlets are a mess and –”

“I love you, ŋ!aalumatji.”

“I know.”

“I love you more than anything.”

“I know. I love you too.”

“I’ll shower and get dressed for bed. When was the last time I made you halo-halo?”

A good bowl of halo-halo is better than woohoo. “It’s been a while.”

“I feel like making it. Do you want some?”

“I’d love some.”

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Chapter 4.5 (The conference - part one)

Merknneth told me that he has never walked through Kǂahelohim. I admit I used to be jealous. Jealous that he made callistos without having to convince a divine being and a sibling to help him. Jealous that his spirits seem to never leave him and he always succeeds. But my jealousy has subsided. Now that I’ve been there, I understand that he does not need to go to Kǂahelohim because he lives it wherever he goes. I admire it but I do not want that for myself. I was exhausted and ready to leave Kǂahelohim after one conversation with a divine being, while my husband is constantly deciphering voices that a mere merman should not be able to hear easily.

I stand a bit too close to his side as we wait for our names to be announced. His proper-trait coding is blinding to me as he fights off his desire to hold my hand. AhkarNebula should touch no one in public. It is a rule I usually appreciate. But my sensitive Kǂstar is about to step into a room that was built to amplify voices in more ways than one. With occults from every corner of the simulation and their loud opinions and spirits. Forget decorum! I have already made my tribe a new sixam. I take my husband’s hand and kiss it as our names are announced. Presenting Queen Simzuri Nebula of Sixam-015 and her primary, Merkenneth of Sixam-085.

The disappointed faces of the few nebulas present do not deter me. A quick scan of their traits tells me that for most of them the disappointment lies in my monogamy. I appear unsuccessful with only one mate at my side and no mention of any offspring. Nebulas pride themselves on strong legacies - multiple strong bonding agreements and multiple offspring that imitate their life-givers’ coding. But I have already made my tribe a new sixam. I shall rule however I see fit.

We walk hand in hand to our table but Kenny takes a large step forward and guides me behind him. Klenam Nebula-Jab scowls as he walks toward us with his brother, Nusetor.  “Ahhh, look at this, brother. We have not yet said a word and he’s already ready to bind us.”

“My apologies,” Kenny says while holding his left ear with his free hand and gripping my hand with the other. Whoever is with them must be loud and offensive to his ear. “Tell me, which divine being do you serve?”

Klenam smiles at the invitation to declare his allegiance. He lifts both arms high and yells, “[Redacted name]! The One that gave Nova and Tris the wisdom for the sixams. All hail.”

“All hail!” I am startled by how many voices I heard. Klenam and Nusetor are the only ones I see that look like the nebula-jab occult. And I’ve never heard of [Redacted name] before.

“I see.” Kenny stays focused on Klenam. “And am I hearing your lwa or ancestors?”

“You can hear them?” Klenam raised one eyebrow. “I know you are a merman. But my ancestors should be beyond your hearing.”

“When they speak, it is hard not to listen.”

It is hard for him indeed. But I wish every sim were a Trait-giver so they could see what I see. The coding that entrances me more than any romantic lullaby he could sing.

The child of the islands trait is more than island rituals to Merkenneth. And it does not restrict him to Sixam-085. It is the foundation of his logic skill, the lens for his Enamourer vocation and a promise that his comforters are always there, even when he does not see them. Watching his coding dance as it adjusts to new information and then settle in the same, unblemished simprint is mesmerizing. He's deciphering the voices. In a few seconds, he would understand more about [Redacted name] than most nebula-jabs ever would.

“Sorry for my reaction earlier. They are speaking in a few languages I do not understand, so everything sounds like a threat. But adunalawe-en jab na se.” Kenny reached out to shake Klenam’s hand.

Klenam shook his head with a smile and reached out to take Kenny's hand. “Yet you figured out a phrase in seconds? Adunalawe-en jab na se.”

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Chapter 4.4

"Death is completion and a new beginning, sister. Prolonged suffering is an end," she said. I do not understand. And I do not understand the need for these graves everywhere before sims start living here. But there are trees. Trees and water. I contributed to a sixam with trees and running water. My merman husband can swim in something that is not manufactured by my sibling. My calypso friends can eat fruits and meat. I made something acceptable. I made something meaningful.

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Chapter 4.3

I can describe how I should feel. His proximity to me should trigger flirty moodlets. His call to inform me that he spoke with his ex earlier today should probably give me a sad moodlet. Jealous-trait Moji gets angry moodlets at the mere thought of Ravi smiling with another sim. But now that Nexam-001 is in the simulation, I feel nothing but the peace I felt around him before. I missed this.

I missed how easily we spoke. How our biggest fears were simple problems that the bonding agreement could address. "Section 4(a)(i). That's the part about speaking about past relationships as an explanation for present behaviour, correct?"

"It is. But I told you everything I said to Faye this morning, Z."

"I know. I just want to say I think she's right. This Kenny would choose her." My smile is genuine.

His smile is defensive. "Is my simprint saying something I don't know?"

"No. But I can tell you the part she didn't say out loud. The real reason she would come looking for you."

"She said it herself. But I don't regret marrying you. It doesn't matter if you put Bondye's sixams in —"

"That's not what she said. She's not trying to make you regret a bonding agreement, silly. She's trying to understand why — never mind."

"Talk, Z. Don't worry if you see a glitch."

"Not a glitch. Your low mischief and high logic skills are driving your proper trait right now. You'll only think about the bonding agreement, not the sims."

"Thinking about our marriage is how I think about the sim that matters most. Only you."

"So you do know what she wanted to hear?" Sometimes I forget my husband is an Enamourer.

"Can you ask yourself why you don't want to hear it? Don't you think it changed?"

"Oh, I know it changed. From the moment that you met me at the gate in a cloud of blue and pink."

"But you don't think it's for you in particular?"

"Lullabies are lullabies, Merkenneth. They're personal to you because only you can sing it but general enough to affect any sim."

"Do you want to hear it for yourself?"

"I don't need to hear it. I know you love me."

"But you're not the only one who's been going through things. Who's been changing... I want you to want to know me, ŋ!aalumatji. Beyond my simprint. Without your —"

"Fine. I want to hear. I do want to hear it. But if there is even one note of — "

Kenny's biggest complaint about his occult and his old church is vague worship songs. Worship songs that refuse to name Elohim. Songs that could be sung to any divine being and offend none. I know that a lullaby that sounds like a vague worship song is what Faye was hoping for and what I did not want to hear. Then she could believe that it was just a matter of timing. That Kenny only needed some undeniable display of her divine being's glory to stop singing lullabies that were so ridden with guilt. A song that he could sing to her as easily as he would sing to me or an Elohim-worshipper if he wanted. That's how it works with most mermen.

But Kenny is Kenny. And sometimes I forget I married an Enamourer that speaks of his comforters more than he speaks of a saviour. That he needed some time to be able to sing the lullaby that his actions always sang. We wrote six drafts of our bonding agreement before we signed. Each rewrite was an attempt to be clear of his Elohim's expectations and think of examples where we would both fall short. When all I cared about was my sixam, when he knew I was thinking about ending our agreement, Kenny was Kenny. Proper trait, a loyal trait dependent on his logic skill, a child of the islands trait with wellness skill levels that I've never seen and eyes that always follow me across the room from the day we planned Jason and Ximena's wedding. His new romance lullaby is not vague. He sings of being equipped by Elohim to love only me in the ways that Elohim knows I need. It reminded me of the dream that felt like a nightmare until now and this is probably as close to converting as I would get. Being studied and loved by Merkenneth and learning and loving Merkenneth? It is... It's moments like this that I understand why the Dreamers are obsessed with these covenants.

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Chapter 4.2

"It was ridiculous, Kenny! I'm never doing another interview with them again."

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, Z."

"When you watch the footage, you'll see. But I'd rather you don't ask me about it then. Ooooo, ooo, sing this part!"

"Why you insist on —"

"Quick! Before it's done."

"🎶Pran ti kem tankou drog e pi yo detayem

Cheri ou nan tet mwen souvan, nan tet mwen souvan"

"🎶Gadon gro koze —"

"🎶manman, pou ke mwen pat bat tro souvan E pi ou son maladi san kalman"

"🎶e pi ou son maladi san kalman" Like a disease without calm...

"Just so you know, you're not —"

"I know. It's just a song. Not everything you sing is as serious as your worship songs, Kenny."

"It is when I'm singing to you. And if you change your mind about —"

"I still don't want kids. Do you?"

"Still don't. But —"

"Then don't worry about it. I'm most certainly not. I did my part. I fixed Nova's mistake and made Nexam-001. I don't owe them anything else. Afiya deserves to be queen and—"

"I hear you but I'll keep telling you until you believe it, you're worth more than a sixam. There's more to you than Nova, ŋ!aalumatji."

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Lullabies

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Chapter 4.1

"You're here?" I instantly regretted the lack of excitement in my voice.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else, ŋ!aalumatji." As usual, his tone was not affected by mine. It was soft and steady. And ŋ!aalumatji cast it's spell. "I missed you. œ᷈ɱɑʀ. Welcome back.

And you look — you look amazing, Z."

"Thank you. Sumire said my skin can still be changed in the CAS fabricator. But I'm hoping I never lose this skin detail." It may have contributed to my first terrestrial core.

"I'm sure they can program it as a favourite."

Kenny's eyes search my body as I search his simprint for clues. I did the impossible. I made a sixam without his Elohim's blessing. There is a terrestrial core burning at the edge of the simulation with nebula coding and I'm still standing. His child of the islands trait should trigger an angry moodlet. Or his loyal trait should have a slight glitch. But I see clouds of blue and pink: pride and attraction. And an unfamiliar energy that I can only assume is communicating with his callistos. The giant and my sixam-jupiter are cheering and the kǂstars in the starfield are flaring. I believe that all of the celestial objects in the simulation are adjusting. Making room for Nexam-001.

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Chapter 3.6

"Now that you understand what is needed, why don't you ask Moji, Simzuri? Or your husband?" A valid question from my sister that I'd rather not answer.

"I'm already here with you." And I came looking for you because a part of me always knew I could never do this without your type of coding. "Now, what is your connection with that divine being? What exactly do you have that I do not, Simnekro?"

I do not think she intends for all of her smiles to look sinister. But as the corners of her mouth curled up, I could feel the code from my paranoid trait overriding all my confident moodlets. "I could ask you the same thing, little sister. She is not the one that put me here and most divine beings would not interfere with another one's plans. Why are you worth the impending dispute?" Her voice is worse than her smile.

"I do not think there will be a dispute."

"Oh, there will be. Kǂahelohim has a hierarchy and my freedom will anger the one at the top."

"Kenny's Elohim? Kenny says -"

"Kenny says? You do not know his Elohim or the divine being that freed me? How can you move through Kǂahelohim so freely?"

"Well, which do you know?"

"All of them. They were all familiar with Grim and now with me. Some commune with me more than others. All of their created things need an end. I will always be like a pet on a leash but I will enjoy the leeway that you've gotten me."

"What do you mean? All created things need an end? You are not a Protector. You do not handle sims' death."

"Death is completion and a new beginning, sister. Prolonged suffering is an end."

Prolonged suffering? "I don't understand."

"I think you do." That smile. That smile makes my paranoid trait scream at every pixel in my body. "For a terrestrial core, you need to be able to live without living. You need a survival energy that Simzuri Nebula does not have."

"That is not true. I am a nebula. We are both nebulas. We survived on the most unfit for life sixam. Most occults cannot live how we lived on Sixam-015."

"Nebulas thrive wherever we're planted, Zuri. There is a difference. We were given a dark and dusty sixam and we placed our own light in the sky. We eat crystals like fruits when the core refuses to sprout trees. You need to make a new sixam because we do not need to flee to another occult's home to survive, we carve out our life as we see fit where we are. That is not survival energy. That is a burning giant. You are meant to be the burning giant that brings a simulation into order. These sixams are quite frankly beneath you."

"And you? You are as much as a nebula as I am."

"Am I? You are Xius and Cassiopeia's offspring. I am Grim Dreamer's child. I know in my head what I deserve but my heart tells me that I am only as good as dreamer-sixams and savefiles. Survival energy. But with a longer leash, I am happy to help you with a terrestrial core that is blessed by [redacted name]. My bondage will nurture the sixam in the ways that your freedom cannot."

"I do not understand."

"You will in time."

I will in time? Seriously? What are my sister's traits? She speaks as if she is full of despair but her moodlets are not strong enough to disclose her traits to me. What does she truly desire? Why does she claim to have survival energy when all I see is peace of mind?

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Chapter 3.5

[Redacted name]: There is no need to call me Lord at this time, Simzuri Nebula. Honesty is preferred. Now, do you understand that you will need to take responsibility for Simnekro? And any sixams you generate with her strength?

Zuri: I understand. But is it that simple? Kenny's Elohim -

Sumire: Simple?

[Redacted name]: You've been among them for too long, Sumire. You've forgotten how shortsighted they are. It is not simple, Zuri. Yes, I will help you master the skills that you need for terrestrial cores but maintaining those cores? Keeping the necessary balance between your lifeforce and your sister's? I have no intention to assist there. I am in agreement with -- what do you say? Kenny's Elohim? O Sumire, are you certain this is the path you want to take? A sixam-generator with no reverence for the lifeforce of your former peers?

Sumire: She has a pure heart. She's proven it by refusing to ignite her Sixam-Jupiter. I have been among them for too long but I have not forgotten my former peers. I do not know why you are ignoring her lack of devotion to you but I know you are here because there is no evil in her heart.

[Redacted name]: I would not say no evil but she desires goodness. I can work with a desire for goodness. But the Elohim dichotomy still remains. And Simnekro --

Sumire: I will do my best in my limited form.

[Redacted name]: It is not in your control... but the callistos confirm that it is time for my Vodouisants in this simulation to stop hiding behind those that twisted Elohim's scrolls. They need the same freedom as the followers of [Redacted names]. On this new sixam -

Zuri: It will be as in the early days of Nova. I promise.

[Redacted name]: I do not need a repeat of your past life. I am giving a new season to those that call me Lord. This will be our only interaction as long as your heart is as it is. So listen clearly, Simzuri Nebula. To manipulate a terrestrial core, you must [redacted]. To generate a new one that is blessed with my lifeforce, you must [redacted].

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Simnekro: Zuri. You're earlier than I expected, sister.

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Chapter 3.4

Oxypin. The element I have heard Delta insult and compliment the most. It's abundant in the amethyst crystals that we nebulas ingest and the punium building materials that can withstand Sixam-015's atmosphere.

Xenopetrium and crytacoo. Oxypin and firaxium. Volenton and melacoo. Alcineat and selium. I work with the pairs because I need one to entice the other. Oxypin refuses to answer my call but I feel every pixel of rare firaxium vibrate when I move. When I create a star or try to create a sixam, firaxium races to the tips of my fingers and attracts every stubborn trace of oxypin in it's path. And now this divine being

has suggested -- I mean commanded me -- to focus on oxypin to release my sister from a callisto's core? I have asked her to show me the way but I see that which I cannot control. Clusters of blue beyond my reach and I sense no firaxium here to help rein them in. But look at the xenopetrium! If only I could use it to subdue oxypin in the same manner as firaxium. I could... but I can't.

And what are those voices? Those whispers that assault my ears like the lullabies Merdaniel uses to disintegrate ghosts? I want to get out of here. Please, [redacted name]. Tell me what I need to know and give me my sister so I can leave this realm.

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Chapter 3.3

I trust Sumire's advice. So I chose [redacted name].

She speaks softly but with power. And when she says my name, I can also hear my pixels communicating with each other. The code of my ambitious trait is loud and makes my other traits seem irrelevant.

Xenopetrium and crytacoo. Oxypin and firaxium. Volenton and melacoo. Alcineat and selium. No! Oxypin? Only Oxypin? What can I do with only Oxypin, my lord? My apologies, I will not question it. Please show me the way.

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Chapter 3.2

Is this the same Kǂahelohim as before? I remember darkness and faint voices that sounded like lullabies. This is different...

Divine being Gabby: Well, well, well. Look at the busybody. You just cannot mind your own business, can you, sister? [Former divine being] Sumire: I guess my sister-in-law is my business sometimes. And maybe yours? Please? Gabby: Void no. Hyperion will be here soon. Sumire: I see. Thanks for always greeting me, sister. Gabby: Thanks for staying strong enough to handle yourself. It's good to know that your demotion - Sumire: Shut up. Talkin' 'bout demotion. Come here.

Sumire: I miss you still. Gabby: Miss you too. And I'm glad I have no reason to strike that family of yours down yet. Sumire: Girl, I'm glad I don't either. Petitioner Hyperion: Aww, the reunions are always sweet. Sumire & Gabby: Whatever, Hype. Gabby: I'll give you the important points before Hyperion falls in love with the sound their own voice again. Hyperion: Is that necessary? Gabby: Yes, as always, you're talking too much to at least 453,309 sims at this moment.

Gabby: So, I'll save my sister the pain. You can't be her guide here, Su. But you already know that. Sumire: I do. Standard covenant protection though? Her bonding agreement with Merkenneth? Gabby: No. She asked for it to be removed. Sumire: Seriously? Zuri? Zuri: Hmm? Gabby: You should have seen how Hyperion started panicking when she called Kenny's prayers "spells." Hyperion: She's always had an attitude but she keeps pushing it. Zuri: I'm right here. I can hear you. Hyperion: One day, Elohim will - Sumire & Gabby: You don't know what Elohim will do. Sumire: Seriously, they get one promotion and a peak at some of time and space and it gets to their head. Gabby: Right? The audacity. As I was saying, your responsibility over there *points to Zuri* rejected Elohim. So she needs all the help she can get dealing with some of the divine beings that want a nebula's devotion. I can't tell you who she should choose... Sumire: I got this. Hyperion: Can I speak now? Sumire & Gabby: Do you have something useful to say? Hyperion: *sighs* Simzuri Nebula, if you are going to move through my Kǂah, you need to pick a guide and - Sumire: It's not your Kǂah and she chooses - . Hyperion: LALALALALALA! It's not your choice, Su! Sumire: Zuri, do you want to hear focus music while Hyperion reads off 2500 different descriptions of the divine beings that want your devotion? Zuri: How many of them can help me create a sixam? Sumire: 15? 15, right? Gabby: Eight, if she wants it to last more than 250 simvolutions. Hyperion: This is not how this works! She needs to know all - Sumire: Hmm, she's adamant that it needs to be better than a dreamer-sixam, so - Hyperion: You two never listen to me. Sumire: Gabby, what if - Gabby: Don't even. Sumire: Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm just trying to - Hyperion: Can we do this right? Please! Zuri, I can explain all - Sumire: Sis, she should go with [Redacted name], no? Gabby: Sumire... Sumire: Right, sorry. You won't answer that. Hyperion? Can you explain why Zuri's experiences make - Hyperion: This is not how this should work! You were one of us! You should understand that she's not shopping for a new fabricator! Sumire: And her choice doesn't become more or less valid when you try to make it so emotionally charged. Gabby: Exactly. She wants one of us to do what she's already decided she needs to do. It's simple. Don't waste time. Narrow the list. Hyperion: *mumbles* It's easy for you two to be like this but I'm the one who has to hear all the nonsense about This is all I know. I did what I was told. Predestination! Blah, blah, blah...

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Chapter 3.1

Conversation in Galaxillian

Reader of the stars - Afiya Nebula: It is not worth it, sister.

Trait-giver - Queen Zuri Nebula: That is not what you have been saying.

Afiya: You are correct. I did not speak those words but I'd hoped you learned it through my actions. I did not intervene when you left home. I kept Xius here. I continue to defend you in front of Lady Ravendancer. Sixam-015 is destined to change. It is indeed written in our kǂstars. But it should have never been your sole responsibility, Zebbie.

Zuri: I have to do something.

Afiya: You have done more than enough.

Zuri: I have done nothing. Yet.

Afiya: You have done more than enough by simply existing... I will not attempt to discourage you from moving through Kǂahelohim. I will keep trying to persuade Lady Ravendancer to reveal that realm's existence to all nebulas but - Sumire?

Aether manipulator - Sumire Nebula: I got you. Don't go with that sim that's only thinking of fuhooin' you all the time. He's a useless Protector in that realm.

Afiya: Thank you, Sumire.

Protector Merdaniel: I disagree.

Sumire: So you understood? Good to know you're finally retaining our language. But I can name at least 143 hedonic spirits that will find you and keep you at the gate. And that's before Petitioner Hyperion can even offer you more appropriate divine beings.

Afiya: A strong resolve is necessary, Zuri. Sumire is willing to go. And in the stars, I see water waiting for you. I do not know if that is Merkenneth.

Zuri: He will not come. It is forbidden.

Afiya: So I've heard. But in his past life and in this one, he seems to forget what is forbidden to him when you are involved. Please allow Sumire to accompany you instead.

Merdaniel: Z, I can -

Zuri: Stay here, Damie. I'm sure Leo could use your help in Sumire's absence. Protect my home for me. Please?

Merdaniel: Anything for you.

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Chapter 2.6

Love and Obedience (part two)

Will Kenny take his moodlet solvers while I'm working on my sixam?

I do not understand why he fails to see the difference between a glitching trait and invasive moodlets. His proper trait is run by his logic skill and his logic skill is boosted by his child of the islands trait. So yes, his Elohim, his church, his melodies bring order to his traits but invasive moodlets are invasive. If his traits were glitching, he simply would not function. But if he would just take the moodlet solvers, functioning would not feel so... why is there a part of him that thinks he'll be rewarded for suffering?

How many moodlets might my new sixam fix? I'll certainly need to rearrange the kǂstars in our starfield and that will affect all traits but the strength of their moodlets is out of my control. Or is it? If I use all the kǂstars to pull Sixam-001 further away from - no, the undone occult cannot handle the shift. If I start with Sixams 003 to 010 and their callistos - no, the werewolves have become too dependent on Kenny's callistos to manage their temperaments. Urgh, finding a position would have been easier before these callistos... I can make a few more Sixam-Jupiters. I won't ignite them, I'd crash the callistos into them? They would be destroyed but maybe the rings they leave around my Sixam-Jupiters will still help the sims that remain. No. I cannot destroy my husband's work. It's his legacy. These callistos... how can a sim that works so hard to maintain stability in himself give it so freely to others?

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