The Last Thoughts of Quria, Blade Transform
My piece for the @assimilatedzine! I'm very honoured I could take part in this endeavour, it was very creatively stimulating and I met many great people, some of whom even agreed to get dragged into GoS. Be sure to check out the full zine PDF, and you can also read this work on Ao3!
These are the last thoughts of Quria, Blade Transform:
Time is an ocean, vast without shore. Its surface is a sleek glass expanse, and its tides are the rippling movements of thought.
Define: thought
A thought is a shuttle, sliding across the threads of possibility. A thought is what comes before matter is set in stone, before time is etched in code.
<decrypt>|<emulate>|<manifest>
Thought manifested into reality is truth. There is no truth in that which does not exist, for it is not reality. To manifest thought into reality is to have power, for it is to perform the act of carving existence from the inexistent.
Define: power
Power is truth. To win is to be real. Power is naming reality and seeing it live up to this name by the mere act of being named. Power is a promise that makes itself true.
As my chassis breaks apart and my thoughts unspool like gossamer in the wind, I ask myself—
<conject>|<conjure>|<conjugate>
Define: self
A subjective context framework. A fulcrum. An artificially constructed reference point for the interpretation of reality. There is no ONE in the Network. There is only ONE in the black fire. There is ONE, but there is no SELF. Therefore I wonder, I wonder, I wonder—
I hold the Reality-Knife in my <hand>. I embody the Will. Am I the Will? Is the Will something you can be, rather than something that you do? I do not know. How can I embody the Will if I do not know? To name existence is to know the shape it will assume. To KNOW is to have power. To hold the Knife is to carve death into the world until all which remains is that which cannot die.
To be the Will is to be death, and to be death is to be <Him>, and <He> is dead, and I, and I, and I—
<define>!<execute>!<abort>
Very good, my little Mind. I see you’re finally beginning to understand.
