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The clouds thicken until the incoming rivers of light are concealing a bright core. The same function is occurring below them out of their plane of view. The
block Trevor is sitting on is growing warmer so he stands holding the bowl shaped array of
updating fountainheads. Enough light has gathered below the platform they are standing on for the men to notice. Far in the black inky distance only a dark, dim, hazy fuzziness is perceivable. The four fully gathered engines of white light at the
perimeter float centered above the identical black onyx cube platforms, equal in size, to the one the five men are standing on: their block is one cube length above the four others.
The four blocks of AR20 EMV special forces, pointed at the southern flank, of
The Vulture’s eastern army’s fifty million regular troops; are watching the
ground below their target slowly rise and the 2085 auto piloting system is adjusting their
height smoothly upward in response. In the center of the army; vehicles, heavy guns and railroad based super artillery are falling, tumbling and cavorting sideways, down hills and small mountains, in innumerable directions as the ground below them
hemorrhages into huge chunks of soil, clay and jagged islands of solid sandstone. Cavities and crevices are forming swallowing rockets, flame throwing
tanks, and self-propelled artillery pieces, as large as the captured zeppelin bombardment platforms
above.
The Memory Monuments, built for each attempt to construct a new version of The Core, are rising up from below the former seabed. Each army was situated to
prevent the four monuments from being accessed by Vulchario’s enemies: is being lifted as the
new core’s Disk-5 records the old Disk-2. The monuments used to record store and redeploy conscious beings from gate to gate or life to life ascend lifted by the formlessness of The Eternal. In the very center of Clocktown time pieces
are falling from
eaves and arches: spilling Essence Presence from each roof’s soffits.
Memory Monument One is rising from below the Crystal Spring. Pushing a wide pathway of fleshy carnage and dissolving beings aside, its south eastern corner
is traveling without resistance through the great shaft of diamond walls containing the palatial
elevator: small lightships fleeing.
The four stupendous two mile onyx cubes positioned; north, south, east and west and the central cube are the artifacts from the first, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth attempt to build a new core thwarted by The Vulture. Resting
in their graves, just
below the seabed, attached to the central monument below the tower, they shattered the small infinity that exists between each number.
By seizing control of the Dark Light a vast system of consciousness was reduced
to three realms.
Moses and Michelle standing with the squad of RN6 troopers can feel the disaster below as Memory Monument One rises up through the center of the tower dispensing ruination to the elaborate stack of layered structures below their feet. Moses summons a
bomber wing to meet him at The Swain. Going to the open apartments with twenty RN6 cohorts he bodily ejects Lisa Templeton, Aurian Tatianni and Pierce Daniels; threatening to sedate them into unconsciousness and carry them out of the vulnerable Swain
Building. With sullen reluctance they are lead into the street where ten more flight crews have gathered. Morbiditus and Jack Barret stumble along behind. The five inebriated gate jumpers safely situated in the middle of the street; the thousand unit
detachment, forms a floating shield of essence ships, around the thick cluster of body armored troopers. The menagerie of focused, determined combatants and weary minded hostages begin walking toward Boulevard One.
The Shadow is gathering at the next intersection and the crinkling tingles of
DATAFACE in flight can be heard in the distance. Moses requests 2085 alert Aloysius and Artrex. Mr. Eight returns the calls. “I can spare Azrok Steppe.” The deteriorating
Body Fortress lands with a thud and unexpected blinding flash, thirty feet closer to the intersection. The Shadow is driven back fifty yards and Moses hand signals the five bewildered gate jumpers into the fortress, pushing all five forward. Michelle
commands the small evacuation fleet to shadow the five. Azrok moving at a rolling trot sizes to thirty feet allowing the wedge shaped wall of small delta
wing craft to slice a thin path towards Parkland. Michelle, grateful that burden is lifted from her:
line jumps over to the meadows, bordering Parkland; her Malta Line vertical transport unnoticed by DATAFACE, who is slinking upward and around, Dr. Vulchario’s six spire battle platform, circling the central shaft. The Vulture is in a state of
agitated disarray at the unforeseen rising of The Monuments.
The central cube of Eternal Essence Trevor is standing on has lowered itself into the white mist of The Presence. The small troop of players are clearly illuminated on the black cubes surface by the ambient light of the wide circle around them. Disk-2
is hovering over the dime sized Disk-5 and only small strings of data are visible. They disappear as the update completes. The old disk moves over Disk-4. The golden funnel of flowing rivers of yellow-white light form into a cone:
the four brilliant white condensed spherical engines, over each cube, are immediately lined into a diamond shaped cube; surrounding the center by elegant
rainbow bridges, attaching each engine to its neighbor. The bridges are shedding pastel colored
gases of peach, rose, sky blue and many thousands of subtler shades of the primary red, orange, yellow, green and blue. The congregation of tones and hues
form a small lake of rhythums under each radiating engine.
The golden funnel of information wanes to threads and ceases successfully completing. The old Disk-2 moves across the flower shaped array, the light underneath in the vault growing decidedly golden at the center and amber in its
halo of deflected
reflections. Trevor is briefly basking in an umbrella shaped cornucopia of pastel colors and small half circle arcs, rising out of the edge of the vault. He is momentarily anxious wondering if special clothing and protective eyewear might be required. He
calms himself by remembering the process of mysterious events shifts his locales to tolerable operating sequences. He wonders capriciously if he and the
four others are lying on their backs in the black waters conjuring this up; as some quaint but
slightly erratic equation. He makes a firm decision because Pierce Daniels is not here to have Artrex teach him how; in detail, to use the vault properly. If
Pierce isn’t here; there is a reason, it might be an obscure or mostly unimportant reason, but
there is a reason, a logic of some sort. Trevor sees through the haze; the others are having a grand old time: snacking, smoking and indulging in strong drinks. “Let Go.”
McBain tests the communication by lowering his hands slightly and The Vault floats. He bends over picking up the lid by his left foot; and touches the now four foot long, two foot wide onyx bench, finding it is too warm to sit on, but
safe for the lid
of The Vault to rest upon.
Disk-2 wobbles slightly, locking on to the new third disk, the golden funnel opening to start the transfer. The pools of soft color, under each of the four bright engines, on each cube, start to rise up as thin mists, and mild wispy billowing curtains;
reforming a shallow distance above the growing intensity, of the computational white light spheres. The now strangely polished ribbed surface of the four cubes shines brilliantly with reflected light. The small lakes of pastel coloring fully reformed,
above the four expanding engines, harden into five blocks: that shatter raining
a full spectrum of colors and sizes of every variety of gemstones; into the polished ribbed surface of each version of the black cube. Above each engine, a
line of five
triple crown rotate slowly; spiked extensions fall from each lowest ring of the
stacked triplet, they are revolving, changing their colors slightly as they turn, each lowest spike rotating in synch with the lowest circle; while also turning within
themselves: as colors gently and modestly change forms and textures.
The conversation between the old Disk-2 and the new Disk-3 completes with tiny pinpricks of light rising into Disk-3 like a tube of glittering sprinkles.
The old disk bypasses its new mirror image and proceeds to the new Disk-1. Harris moves five steps
closer to Trevor interjecting a bit of salient information. “The final sequence was beings relocating or graduating from the systems level two functions up a level to three. It skipped over a two verses two update so it can transfer beings from level
two down to one, then it moves back when empty of presence and verifies its codes, indexes and native structures. Trevor paying attention all along responds; “We’ll see the Natural Kingdom receive beings from the Human Kingdom as the Main Index of
Fives updates.”
Exiting the Body Fortress at Boulevard Five and crossing Parkland Avenue; Aurian Tatianni starts loudly weeping, uncontrollably, and slumps to the ground. Leaving the unseen but ever present translucent clear light that powers
Library City and the
stultifying computational effects it has on those it has grasped; renders all five gate users into a babbling state of shock. The RN6 troopers two hundred strong; and the small armada of essence evacuation ships circling the party pause just inside the
short grassy border of Parkland. A thousand more small delta winged ships leave
sweeping duty patrols, shoring up the protection against the madness inducing effect of The Shadow. Once medicated all five travelers shall still have to be slowly walked and
then lowered away from the complex process of Library City in which they became
entangled.
Moving the injured by any fast release method without allowing them time to separate from the unseen realm would cause death. Moses medical officers apply repeated small dosages of mild sedation gaining healthier more lucid responses from Jack Barret
and Morbiditus. The chemicals aiding the brains ability to degauss its subtle chemical circuitry from external low voltage fields.
Pierce Daniels is staring upward, slack jawed, eyes wide, mouth open and drooling, a blood pressure cuff on his arm, at The Vulture’s Nest-V73. The six spire stainless steel skyscraper, the central diamond tower walls locked permanently in place:
after losing compression from the shattering distillery chambers below. The nest is still at a sufficient height for signaling and
Dr. Vulchario seeing the four monuments rising up from under his huge protective armies; has opened negotiations with the Empress Entropa, leader of The Carillion’s sky dwelling empire of floating cities. He seeks to have Arc Volte nomadic leader of
The Outliers possessing Disk-5 grant him asylum and open an abridgement from Library City’s V73Battle Command to an open Carillion Sanctuary. The negotiations are not going well for the ugly step-brother of disk holders.
Michelle leaves the injured in the care of the professionals. Looking upward and backwards towards the apex of Library City, crowned by The Vulture’s red flag and Battle Tower, she can’t help shaking her head and exhaling in exasperated relief. “
Boys will be boys, I suppose!” Clenching her teeth she flips the bird at the huge tower constantly circled by DATAFACE just below the great porch Ivan is standing on. She walks briskly with righteous determination traversing the three hundred yards
into the park towards the living diamond dome formed by
The Presence surrounding the five man crew. As she places her right hand onto the gentle strong presence she hopes she is not to late or refused entry.
Stepping smoothly into clear light entrance and onto the central cube she opens her jacket to show Trevor she has the Amber Rooms and hands him Disk-1 in
its trifold protective sleeve. The old Disk-2 is wobbling synching into place with the new Disk-1.
Michelle takes the two books and places them, wide open, near The Vault’s lid on the now eight foot by two foot onyx bench.
Disk-2 was to Alex Mathias’s and Frank Harris’s trained eyes deliberately slowing the process while trying to stall long enough for Michelle to arrive. Major Danes taking obvious note of their excessively casual behavior, under such extraordinary
circumstances, has arrived at the same exact conclusion; from observing them wait and watch for her arrival. Michelle calmly addresses The Alliant who stands alone near one of the far corners staring into the slowly circling currents of thick milky white
light and the slightly grey eddies that form; as it passes the sharp corners.
He speaks slowly politely with gravity even beyond his usual level of benign detachment.
“I have no objections. An arrangement was negotiated and the particulars are now enforced.”
Michelle takes off her leather coat folding it thrice to cushion her bottom from the heat of this improvised throne. She sits on the coat and onyx bench: an open Amber Well on either side.

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