Topanga Ojeda here and I figured I might include a little insight on some to the thoughts and reflections that were whirling in my mind that had kept me so distracted while I was spending time getting to know the members of Star Phoenix. To begin I should note that since I left Earth some four years ago and became Starchilde I had soon come to the harsh realization that I was living in Imperial Space. Who would have thought there really was a Galactic Empire out there or that they been created in direct response from a galactic war with a space bug race called the Thorans.
In the dimension I was from Beril 65 things were vastly different. To begin with there were not really a Hero and Villain problem. Issues were solved by what was good for all and violence was for the most part unheard of unless it was brought about by hostile outside forces. To put is simply it was akin to Nirvana in that the needs of all citizens were met and the only frontier left was the exploration beyond the constraints of the physical.
Granted my people were at the top of the evolutionary chain but for the most part our Concept Minds were able to see to the needs of those who still needed assistance be it physical, mental or even emotional. The Concept Minds were artificially intelligence machines advanced to a level where they were actually considered members of our society. They took many shapes and forms from as small as a thumb tack to as large as a solar system encompassing Dyson Sphere. My people only truly only had one rule which was paramount the sanctity of one’s own mind paramount to our people. We called ourselves the Tribe and we were always willing to help aid cultures we encountered into either peacefully joining; living beside us or even if they wished to be avoided by us.
Don’t get me were there were mistakes of which I would learn of myself during my time in this dimension. The difference with my own situation was that I did not have someone who could watch over me or if I had been willing to have my personality altered. I had been forced to do it the old fashioned way with discipline and time. It’s true I could blame my parents if I wished but I know they had created the Ascension Machine to help me and it had been their plan to watch over me until I had matured and grown enough to have ascended to a pure state of energy and thought but due to a cosmic temporal wormhole that was not to be.
I often thought of how my life might have been had I not been thrust into the chaotic universe my people had considered a hostile zone know to us as Arbos 3. This universe had always been considered a universe which contained literally every hostile sentient imaginable. It was considered dangerous to the Tribe and to attempt to enter this dimension was something that was universally considered aberrant. My parents while I know they love me would be forbidden to come after me and I have even come to realize that I cannot risk my people by attempting to return lest I unleash the very infection that permeates this continuity on Arbos 3.
I had actually realized this about the time that Nialla had finished explaining to me about the dangers to this continuity being posed by Cthulhu. It was then that I had realized that in this continuity it just never stops and perhaps that’s just the way things are in this place. The sadness that had overcome me had caused me to withdraw into my own mind as I had tried to find peace with what I now realized was now my home. I will admit I relapsed and had withdrawn to the confines of my secret base within my utility belt. While in the confines of my secret place I had lost control and fell prey to the weakness of the flesh. I had been so good for so long that to finally break and give in to my needs had felt so good that I just knew deep down that it was bad.
I had embraced the path of truth and honesty and not within hours of meeting someone from Earth and a number of other Aliens with bad news I had already thrown caution to the wind and succumb to the dark desires of my heart. I will admit I only previously admitted to taking a short time to deal with my issues onboard the ship of Purple Puma. The reality was shall we say more in depth to a slight extreme. For in reality I had placed myself within a temporal cocoon and let’s just say worked out my issues. So as not to dwell when I had rejoined my companions let us just say I am now according to my personal timeline twenty six years old. A nice benefit of being immortal I guess and unless anyone asks me what I was doing specifically I am pretty sure I can get away with just saying I was relaxing.
Sadly yes I am saying for the official record I needed two years to come to terms with officially banishing myself from my home continuum. During that time I came to terms with my decision while I also composed and recorded a few holographic novels. I also spent a great deal of time indulging in shall we say dubious endeavors. I am though quite proud of myself for not slipping back mentally and I vowed to reaffirm myself to the ideals of my people. I knew in advance it might be difficult as I had not yet learned the psychological makeup of my new companions but I also knew I could not let that matter.
It would be obvious from anyone who knew me from my past or even my present I have always loved having a good time and I realized that was not likely to change. What I could do was work harder to bring about a world where everyone was free to do as they wished as long as those actions did not cause the loss of life to others. I am not a fool and I realize that I live in Arbos 3 a Chaos Continuum. With our without Cthulhu present there was always some cosmic event just poised to assert their dominion over all they could survey. I mean really only in this continuum did people exterminate an entire race just to acquire a component to assist their time travel efforts.
I have seen that my new travelling companions after finding the key to the industrial espionage at Stamp Parts had so far done so without the loss of life and for that I was glad. I could also see that they were trying to build themselves a name for themselves within the Thoran Empires Isolationist Regime. I was not really sure how I felt about that but they claimed to believe that if they had a better name then perhaps they would be able to gain access to information that might help them if not topple the Thoran Empire save the very continuum. So far a noble goal but I would have keep a watchful eye lest they bring upon themselves the wrath of Isolationist Regime when they may be in this particular endeavor pawns instead of Kings and Queen. It looks like my work may be cut out for me but then again I don’t call myself Starchilde the Traveler for nothing and I don’t intend to just sit around and ignore the cries of my new Tribe.
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