Octavius Abraxus

What Does the future hold for us?  Can you even imagine the far future where you are now an ancient ancestor.  The pyramid builders of ancient Egypt left their mark upon the world centuries after they departed this physical world, and now they're ancient ancestors.  The Dogon of West Africa were astronomers from their early beginnings.  Their ancestors discovered the  Sirius minor star constellation.  Their entire spiritual beliefs are submerged in a cosmological and celestial origins like  many of the West African ethnic groups along the Atlantic coast. Let's say for a minute we speculate what it would be like for these ancient people existing in another reality a futuristic reality.  What would there world be like what would there reality consist of?  Knowing their history; their struggles and what we've learned from there past. Let's create a speculative story set a millennium ahead of our time space continuum.  After all this is Another reality where short stories and or thought provoking articles populate this blog space.  Thinking outside the box  is crucial for stories from Another reality.  No one tells you what's acceptable or appropriate for your thought process.  You creative Sci-Fi writers reading this I'm sure you can appreciate have your freedom to engage  the mechanisms of your creativity. This post is simply an expression to tell a story about how one would view the situations and circumstances of those who lived centuries before our time reincarnated into the far future.  With every story there lies another story to be told.  When you write  remember all that came before you everything you learned and speculate"what if" as the story unfolds.

      

The room resonated with anger, and resentment.  Hovering in mid air the holographic images of another existence became the undeniable object of contempt as its images were observed and judged.  Images flashed by one after another of a place that vibrated on a lower dimension void of illumination.  The counsel of architects continued their observations of the disturbing holographic images before them with tension filling the space faster than it was able to be filtered out by the mood stabilizers.

“In the name of Abraxus we can not allow this to go on,” a voice bellowed out.  Suddenly the bio sensor’s audible alarm sounded with the holographic image revealing another view; an energy force emerging through the vortex’s center.

“Status,” another voice demanded.  Immediately synthesizing etheric sensors activated; scanning the dense mist-like energy form.  Only after a couple seconds could a human face be recognized bearing great anxiety within it becoming denser with the rest of its body.

“What sector is that?”

“Sector nine sir.”

“Now they’re descending on to the inner sanctum? This is unacceptable…everything will be thrown out of balance and order.  We cannot accommodate these lower vibratory rates,” the supreme architect complained,” they will plunge us into the world of shadows our world will become as theirs.”

The holographic generator continued to display numerous images of the lower realm with its occupants.  A world depleted of its spiritual essence existing on the brink of total annihilation through fear mongering, and religious dogma.  There were only a few who choose not to relinquish their infinite essence to trepidation propelled by lies which caused offensively distressing emotions of fear.  This small population of beings maintained their spiritual intelligence and managed to shield themselves from the powers to be, so when their cycle had been completed they would transition to the next cycle of evolution; unlike those who intentionally disrupted the cycle’s process out of despair.

The quantum architects continued observing the holographic screen and all its disturbing images of an influx of what was considered highly irregular, and undesirable.

“Computer… disengage,” he commanded.  Immediately the images faded leaving an atmosphere of contempt from an undesirable influx of what they considered to be a threat.

“This is unacceptable…this impending defilement of our world.  As supreme architect I am initiating the Centauri Seven protocol,” he proclaimed sending the room into a hushed and uncomfortable silence with the members exchanging looks with one another around the oval crystal that served as the holographic generator hovering before the 13 architects of the counsel of Abraxus.

“For celestial sake…we haven’t initiated the Centauri Seven protocol for over a millennium.  Do you realize what you’re doing Sirius?”

“Or what is at stake by taking such drastic measures,” another member interjected from across the oval crystal.

“You’re talking about re-instituting a practice we have little knowledge of.  It’s not feasible it’s very unpredictable,” a woman hissed with scorn dominating her face.

“So… would you prefer these abominations over running our world,” he questioned gesturing to the images displayed over head with his anger echoing through the spherical room silencing everyone.  His words forced them to take in consideration what consequences would befall them politically to disagree with him.   As he stood up pointing to the holographic images, the alarming scenes invoked feelings of fear and anxiety, “I believe it is best to do something instead of nothing.”  
Taking in the fearful faces he thought momentarily,” If you are willing…why not put the matter to democratic vote."  
Within minutes ten were in favor of executing the Centauri Seven protocol while the remaining three had their doubts over the decision and its outcome,” then so be it and may Abraxus have mercy on your soul for your trespasses,” a voice commented as they excused themselves.

“It is not I who trespass Tiberius,” he replied to the remaining counsel who disapproved the decision as they exited the room as uncertainty lingered.  "Finally a solution to a significant threat would now be initiated with cowards out of the way,” the supreme quantum architect thought to himself.

 “Rise up…it is time to eliminate what plagues our quality of existence.” Instantaneously the crystal changed its form to more of a circular shape as the remaining ten gathered around it with their hands extended out in front of them with their palms facing upward.  Suddenly an ambient light began to radiate from the center of their life lines reaching toward the ceiling forming an apex of energy as they descended deeper into a meditative state.  The room around them shifted mirroring the illuminated energy changing its frequency and vibration.

“It is time,” a melodic voice echoed.  In unison their thoughts became the collective reciting the ancient invocation.   Despite not having initiated the Centauri protocols in over a millennium the architects reached deep within their ancestral memories into the Akasic records of their DNA. “Abraxus the Omni potent opener of the celestial…as above so below microcosm of the macrocosm…what is present and what is not present.  Let the merging of light and darkness bring life and death.  We invoke those at the beginning of the millennium,” they chanted in unison.  Suddenly numerous flashes of what appeared to be black lightning struck the center of the crystal enacting the holographic screen to reveal dozens if not hundreds or even thousands of beings of another time and space flickering by so fast they appeared as a blur then suddenly and abruptly the images blended as one as it rotated on an invisible pedestal. The semi translucent figure before them appeared muscular with thick course long locks falling across her shoulders.  Her female form would not be denied its splendor and strength.  “A magnificent specimen,” Io commented.

“So… are we ready to proceed,” Sirius the supreme quantum architect asked the others; knowing their response.

“You have our well wishes…this is a task better suited for you and your associate assistant we would only be in the way.”

“Very well Ryzac,” he said as they all exited the room.

“Well Io…it’s up to us now.  Computer…enhance and render,” he commanded.  Several intense laser beams pierced the circular space where the image rotated at 360 degrees creating an outline of the semi translucent image, and then transporting it to a transparent horizontal cylinder to render and animate.  Back and forth the multi colored lasers swept across the translucent form creating its body’s many life supporting systems from its essence.

“This process may take a substantial amount of time I suggest we gather crucial Intel to launch the Centauri protocol,” computer co-ordinates from last incursion,” his voice reverberated over the buzz of the lasers.

“Quadrant 003D,” the computer droned in response to the question.

“Computer, co-ordinates prior to last incursion.”

Quadrant 002D…do you require additional co-ordinates?”

“Yes computer proceed to download to neural pathways.”  Then suddenly an audible alarm sounded.

“Computer on screen,” Io commanded as another image was revealed displaying another intruder crossing the gate way of the transitional bridge’s vortex.

“Computer activate gateway’s barrier, and keep them activated…in fact activate all barriers on every transitional bridge at 70%.”

“Do you think that would be adequate only 70%,” she asked.

“These are our main vortexes to the transitional bridges leading from the lower realms…its best to distribute the power equally until the protocol is initiated,” he responded before returning his attention back to the bio pod where the subject’s formation was completed.  Standing before the bio pod’s window he gaped down on to the magnificent completion of the being’s that would restore balance back to Adrastea.

“Computer… extraction mode,” he commanded. Slowly the bio pod rotated itself upright to a vertical position. Inside the being stood motionless completely covered in a silver metallic-like hue void of life. “It’s hard to believe we are at this cross roads initiating the Centauri Seven protocol I’m not sure if I’m completely comfortable with this...are you sure we are not over stepping our celestial boundaries Sirius?  We were originally placed here to monitor, observe, and categorize the numerous kinds of deaths as they correlated with the reincarnation cycles.”

“But these are not natural deaths,” he barked resenting her questioning his decision.

“According to whom… we do not dictate universal and celestial law.”

“If you were having such doubts and fears you should have cast your vote with the others and left with them.  Our world is being thrown out of balance with these intrusions. We have to restore the balance.  Can’t you see the chaos closing in on us… what they bring to our world will spread like a plague?  Their spirits are corrupt perpetuating a cycle of misery they will plunder us deep into the Void.” 
 Then suddenly the hiss of the bio pod demanded their attention as its front panel slid open exposing its occupant to the tension within the atmosphere.  Immediately her mouth opened wide sucking in vast amounts of air filling her lungs to their capacity before exhaling causing the metallic hue to shimmer slightly indicating the life sequence formation was complete.  The metallic eyelids slid open horizontally revealing one green eye and one brown with diamond shaped pupils that surveyed her surroundings taking in every detail.  Slightly tilting her head she also took in the audible vibrations that stimulated her inner eardrums.

“Life form on-line,” the computer droned interrupting their debate.  Quiet and thoughtful the being remained studying those who had invoked her essence to vainly replicate into a material form.  She remained still at first but then feeling the sensations of a physical body she began to self examine herself beginning with her hands; delicate yet powerful holding them out before the strange and unusual eyes.  She then turned her attention back to the architects observing the many emotions that coursed through them.  It wasn’t long before she dove into their mental thoughts,” this protocol is in conflict with the prime directive; no species’ destiny or evolution shall be altered eliminated or restricted,” she said shocking them into momentary silence as she stepped out of the pod,” why have you invoked my essence?  You have lowered my rate of vibration by materializing me to exist on this plain of existence.” 
Io and Sirius stepped closer to the being,” we regret our action; however it is crucial that this protocol be initiated,” he said hoping there would be no resistance.

 Io sensed resentment resonating from the being,” we mean you no harm we only seek peace for our world…and restore the balance, and then you will be returned.”  The being tilted her head to the side,” an imbalanced created by whom?”  The two looked incredulous at one another.

“My name is Io what should we call you,” she said avoiding the question.

She began to answer and then stopped; thinking of the question,” you invoke me and you do not know who I am,” she answered indignantly with a menacing air circling about her.  Standing before the pod it seemed as though her physical body increased in size and density,” to which life cycle are you referring?”  
Confusion momentarily shifted their thoughts; wondering if she would become combative or even confrontational as they considered her question.

“What life cycle,” Io repeated confused.

“Yes…I am known by many names and many things.  Duality is my nature, dark and light, benevolent and malevolent, destroyer and creator, masculine and feminine, peace and war,” she declared un-nerving them.

Io and Sirius stepped back distancing themselves so their words would not be over heard.  Io leaned closer to Sirius,” this is not good…they warned us about the Centauri Seven protocol,” she worried keeping her eyes locked on the being standing only a short distance away. 

“Get a hold of yourself…we don’t want it sensing your fear, or any other negative vibrations.  Apparently it’s lacking its Gnosis directive so we’ll just program her for our intended uses.  That is what the Centauri Seven protocol is.”

“Are you sure Sirius?”

“Of course I am.  Computer prepare consciousness 4771 for download.”

“That won’t be necessary,” the silver figure responded detaching herself from the neural sensors at the base of her neck; now able to move about unhindered,” I require no downloads I am quite capable of executing your protocols despite their conflicting aspects.  You will refer to me as Octavious Seven,” she interrupted with an expressionless face. 

“Finally…co-operation, and I thought we’d have to discard its consciousness and reconfigure it,” Sirius thought to himself unaware that his thoughts were being probed as an ulterior and counter measure began to take root in the base of her subconscious routine directives.  Feeling over confident Sirius proceeded to program Octavious with the protocol’s perimeters and co-ordinances.

“Do you understand your prime directives? Are you in sync with the co-ordinates we’ve just downloaded into your cerebral cortex…if so prepare for immediate descent,” he said. 

Io escorted her to the transport platform with its glass casing enclosing her within the chamber.  Immediately her subroutine perimeters paired with the mainframe computer.  Instantly a piercing light exploded from the chamber as Octavious Seven no longer occupied it.

“Success Io…we have succeed in initiating the Centauri Seven protocol… now to inform the counsel of our success,” he boasted. However Io had her doubts that she kept concealed as she accompanied him to meet with the counsel.

The falling sensation followed by the blinding light, intense pressure and increased temperature erupted into excruciating and agonizing pain as she was catapulted through time and space.  Her first response was to scream out in horror feeling as though her physical body was being devoured by a thousand shards of metal.  Gritting her teeth she wondered,” why she had been chosen?”   Anger, resentment, and animosity all fought for dominance in her directives as regret filled her neural pathways; fighting to purge the emotion from her being she felt helpless as the emotions were never eradicated from her programming. 

The direct link to the computer became severed engaging the audible sensor.  “Alert…alert file corruption… alert system directives corrupted…Octavious Seven off-line…Octavious Seven off-line,” the computer droned to the vacant and empty space as she were being plunged deeper into a multi-dimensional world where darkness dominated despite the twin suns being at their zenith.  Suddenly she found herself wading in what appeared to be a body of water she could not distinguish as a yellowish mist hovered

invoking feelings of disgust.  Quickly she exited the foul smelling body of liquid.  In the distance she observed the populace through the dense foliage where she immediately concealed herself as she attempted to access her data network; only to be met with emptiness and no prime directive to refer to. Submerged into an unfamiliar existence of energy currents a multitude of feelings and emotions circled her.  Fear, hate, despair, sorrow, and confusion, and all demanded to posses her. 
”This is not my mission,” she thought even though it was still unclear as to why she was where she was as she  moved closer to the metropolis she observed from a distance.  The ground felt cold and hard beneath her feet despite the metallic covering that dominated her from top to bottom. Confusion stalked her as she fought against the barrage of unpleasant sensations and feelings that agitated her with her own resentment building.  She didn’t appreciate being snatched from an existence of bliss to be cast down into foreboding,” what was it I was intended for; surely not this…I know deep within I was not to suffer in this place of agony,” she thought to herself feeling weighed down by the emotional state of the dimension.  Soon the ever growing lower vibration began taking on a life with in her birthing the need for revenge on whoever was responsible for her plight.  It burned through her hot and acidic; the desire to exact her retribution.  But who is responsible…where is this place...where did I come from,” the questions continued.

The computer’s audible alarm finally gained the attention of the quantum architects.  As Io and Sirius returned from informing the counsel of their short lived success they were bombarded with,” systems failure…data corruption…reconfigure directives immediately to eradicate data corruption,” the computer continued sending shock and horror over the pair. 

“This can’t be possible,” he said through gritted teeth rushing over to the mainframe computer.

“What are we going to do?  We have to inform the counsel immediately,” she said.

“This is not an option informing them when we can correct this ourselves,” he shouted rushing over to the holographic generator manipulating images and rotating them while scaling and re-sizing what appeared to be numerous circuit boards as the computer’s audible alarm continued identifying the corrupted data’s directives,” will you shut down that blasted alarm,” he shouted.  But Io was insistent on getting her point across,” we cannot conceal this…its treason.  It must be brought to the attention of the counsel so new measures can be initiated,” she insisted raising her voice over the alarm.  Then suddenly it became silent sending a sigh of relief over the architects.

“Thank the supreme being,” Io exhaled.

“New prime directive successfully downloaded…corrupt file deleted and purged from system...system now reactivating its new directives,” the computer droned.

“I wonder what happened,” Io asked confused and relieved at the same time.

“I don’t know...some glitch in the system…I don’t know, could have been the change in realities.  The only thing that matters is that it’s corrected now, and Io if you ever make the mistake of second guessing or questioning my authority again it will be your last mistake.”

Octavious Seven began to experience a new influx and surge of data through her neural network, but her core emotions remained as her body shut down collapsing her to the ground appearing lifeless.  It wasn’t long before her metallic body was discovered. 
The area was then scanned for additional evidence to substantiate the validity of the discovery then transported.  The lone discredited academic scholar; now outcast moved about in stealth with his newly discovered find avoiding the dreadful Void part of the population who were neither dead nor alive. They sought the consciousness of non-being escaping their designated reality and reincarnation cycle through what was commonly referred to as walking the Void.

 Immediately the old rusted terrain vehicle found its way back to the compound; a place that served as a scrap yard for various metals and alloys but at the same time it was place of sanctuary filled with invaluable treasures for him.  The twisted monuments towered up into sky at times appearing as metal mountains surrounded by machines that constantly ate the metal day and night reducing it into more manageable pieces.  Puddles of oil and water from the black rain dominated the ground creating a slick yet muddy surface that at times resembled an insurmountable lagoon, but the terrain vehicle was accustom and unaffected by the surface as he drove through the compound to a secluded area.  He then backed the vehicle up to the trunk of what appeared to be an old rundown automobile. Quickly popping the latch and opening the trunk a flight of steel stairs was revealed leading down into an underground bunker.  Looking around making sure no one was watching him he hoisted his find up over shoulder with a grunt as the weight was almost unmanageable.  Descending the metal steps a great sense of excitement flooded over him.  Reaching the bottom he laid her body down on the floor in exhaustion then flopped down on the car seat that served as a couch.  The modern and ancient occupied the bunker from Ancestral and Shinto shrines to an elaborate assortment of computer parts and equipment surrounded by various religious relics.  Breathing heavily he gazed down at his find wrapped in the white shroud,” I knew I’d find it sooner or later the celestial oracles were right as always,” he whispered kneeling down beside Octavious, then he noticed movement as her chest began to rise and fall.  
“So soon…the resurrection process,” he whispered reaching for the ritual knife from the alter.  Slowly he cut through the shroud he had wrapped her in revealing her face covered with a silver metallic alloy that appeared as skin he’d never seen before, but the magnificent beauty would not be denied as she seemed to radiate.  His long and fixed stare alerted her to his presence with her eyes sliding open revealing one brown and one green.  Her presence now credited and validated his lifelong work and his theories despite the unorthodox and unethical methods he instituted that cost him his reputation.  But at that crystal clear moment he felt exonerated.  
“Finally…it’s come to pass,” he said looking down on the face that studied him intently.

“I’m Roko...and you are safe here…how long have you been here…how did you come to our world?  Is it true you are here to restore our perception and elevate the frequency here, and restore the balance? We have fallen so low; lower than any being should be.  Even with the twin suns it’s still dark and cold.”

Roko’s emotion seemed to resonate within her; sensing his despair she could not help but to reflect back what he felt as a single mercury tear fell from the corner of her eye knowing that her prime directive was in no way to be compatible with the world in which she found herself.  For the first time in over a millennium she found herself morally conflicted,” how does one save one world and condemn another,” she thought to herself looking into the face of the man who had brought her into his sanctuary.  Her silence propelled him to tell her of the plight of his world Eta Aqurids as he sat back and wondered where to begin exactly; remembering the splendor and beauty that once dominated everywhere before the Void intruded transforming everything into an obscure suffuse existence feeding off of the life force of others until only suffering was left accompanied by fear and loathing.  He remembered all too often how the Void preyed on those of a higher vibration quickly turning them to something less than human; nearly everyone he knew and loved suffered; leaving a subculture of conscious survivors who remained in hiding.  His pain was pushed through his words invoking emotions that should not have been there as she took in his memories.  The muscles in her face hardened as a frown developed across her forehead.  Noticing her change in expression he caught himself. 
“Please forgive me,” he said cutting away the rest of the shroud releasing her from its confines.  Sitting up she inhaled deeply acclimating to her environment, as she stood up stepping away from the shroud her nude feminine figure caused his mouth to drop.  Quickly he turned away as not to offend her.  While his back was turned away from her she took in the data from the computers and religious relics that dominated the underground dwelling.  She was not prepared for the Intel gathered,” Octavious Centauri prophecy,” she whispered in an epiphany that nearly over whelmed her,” Eta Aqurids…water barer,” she said remembering the body of water where she found herself emerging from.  Reflecting back to her prime directives she felt deceived.  It all began to fall into place; not all who engaged in the walk of the Void were evil.  Some just simply desired to put an end to the suffering of humanity by turning the cycle of re-incarnation to humanities’ favor; attempting to restore the balance of their world,” she thought before she began to explain her circumstances surrounding the situation. 
“I am Octavious Seven and I was sent here from Adrastea; however my origins are far more ancient than the beings that invoked my essence; an essence they have no understanding of.  I have no beginning and no end.  I am both dark and light…creation and destruction.  I was sent here to eliminate a perceived incursion upon Adrastea.  However... the prime directives are in a state of conflict due to the distortion of truth by those who call themselves the quantum architects.  Their selfish judgment of other life forms combined with arrogance pride and prejudice have created a great paradox causing the vibratory rate of this dimensions to become conflicted,” she said mirroring the ancient scrolls of the prophecy.  Roko gasped at the accuracy of her words as they also continued to accredit his years of his work.  His conviction had paid off despite the isolation and ridicule,” they all thought I was crazy…crazy in a world that had long gone mad…to consider oneself to be mentally adjusted to a profoundly ill society is no measure of wellness,” he declared then remembering something of vast importance,” in the name of Osiris now I know what it’s for.  They all thought I was mad…living in the scrap yard.  Do you know what treasures are buried here?”  Octavious looked at him incredulously.

“The prophecy also spoke of the great shift…please come this way,” he said inviting her to follow him deeper into the bunker.  Standing in another section of the bunker the two stood before a humongous object covered by a dusty tarp.  
Snatching away its covering,” ta daaa I call it the arc…it’s a transponder,” he grinned,” its harmonic generator emits high frequencies from an encoded signal that propels the hyper-drive to manipulate molecules of anything to even reversing the positions of dimensions in any point in space. There was only one flaw…only someone with an adamantine exoskeleton exterior could operate the arc,” he grinned ready to resume his project now that he had a suitable candidate.  It wasn’t long before the arc’s systems were on-line with its huge energy requirements taxing the generators he’d built; tapping into underground cables piggy backing off of the metropolis’s energy source.  
“Years I spent building this…and I had no idea…it was like I was just a vessel for another intelligence I couldn’t help myself.  I just had to build it.” 

She looked at him intently before speaking,” it appears that you are an advanced spirit for your species...far more evolved.  Scanning your DNA strand sequence its highly intricate stands indicate  your abilities far exceed the abilities of the general populace here therefore you were the logical choice to build the multi inter-dimensional platform,” she reasoned bringing clarity to the forefront.

“All these years I thought I was just going insane at times, but I held steadfast, and you’re living proof standing before me…thank you Octavious.”

“Under false pretenses the quantum architects invoked my essence while I sleep in the spirit world resting in peace for having fulfilled my destiny.  Now those with less than honorable intentions would use me with no intention of returning me to the state from which they invoked me,” she said looking off into empty space wading through emotions she had not felt in a thousand years.

“Well guess what…the script is about to get flipped,” he laughed.

“Such a colorful vernacular with much meaning…I do believe I understand the concept of flipping the script.”

As the twin suns were making their descent Roko and Octavious continued amassing enormous amounts of energy to power the arc, periodically the metropolises’ power grids would fluctuate causing the lights to flicker.  Fortunately the metropolises’ power grids were always unstable to some degree since the civil conflict.  “We’re almost done Octavious...soon you’ll be able to return to your place within the universe.”

“But not without fulfilling your world’s prophecy and distributing the retribution that is owed to those responsible for their deceit and treachery.”  Her words sent a cold chill through him,” there is nothing worse than an angry universal force,” he thought to himself making last minute adjustments to the arc’s computer.

“You have only been here for one cycle of our twin suns and have managed to bring about the possibilities of much positive change on many levels, but most of all you’ve restored my faith so I can begin to elevate… so much doubt had plagued my existence and others, but now we can all begin to heal.”

“Roko you are what you think you are.  And more than what others think of you…perhaps we will see each other again in another existence,” she said stepping onto the platform. Within seconds the cylindrical shaped container slid down over her and the platform with an intense energy wave emitting from the small explosion of light sending everything in darkness; momentarily knocking Roko unconscious.  Octavious felt herself being propelled in a forward motion; un-like her previous experience that was excruciatingly painful.  Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply upon opening them again she found herself back on Adrastea among its population; a population that enjoyed their wealth and abundance at the expense of the others cast beneath them.  A smug air permeated the atmosphere as disapproving eyes probed her and questioned her presence among them.  A world of such beauty and splendor fell in complete contrast to the attitudes of a judgmental and opinionated populace.  As the tension increased the glaring eyes conveyed contempt.   Immediately her trans-configuration directives launched her into transparency sequence.  Disappearing from view she transported herself to another sector standing before the vortex’s transitional bridge of sector 003D.  She could hear and feel others trapped,” please help us,” the voices pleaded faintly. 
 “How did they know I was here,” she thought to herself remaining clear and translucent.  The faint whispers came again as if they were carried on the wind,” help us please… we were trapped and made to endure this corruption unable to ascend to reincarnate.”

“I will help you and all the others…not only the ones imprisoned here but your world as well,” she said before bursting into an explosion of light releasing the corporeal forms from their prisons around Adrastea.

“Alert…alert incursions released protocol Centauri Seven redacted… protocol Centauri Seven redacted.  Impending danger,” the computer droned alerting the quantum architects as they rushed to the holographic generator to witness the horrifying images of Octavious Seven’s unexpected return to Adrastea.

Turning from the holographic computer,” no…it can’t be,” Sirius shouted in terror falling to his knees as Octavious towered over him within the flash of a micro second. 

“You lied architect,” her voice thundered with explosions of light as the floor beneath them rumbled while great cracks cut into the interior of the walls.

“Please in the name of Abraxus I beg you.”

“You are not worthy of speaking the name of the one that is the many the giver and taker of life.  I told you I am the one that is the many Octavious Abraxus known by many names.  Seven cycles your were given to right your wrongs and restore the balance back to Eta Aqurids but instead you choose deceit and treachery in a vain attempt in manipulating forces you could not possibly begin understand… let along control architect.  For your treachery you and your world will live the fate you had intended for others,” her voice exploded violently altering the two worlds’ realities in a single flash of light reversing their dimensions positions in time and space. 

As Roko regained his consciousness he felt unusually different the heaviness that had weighed him down for so long seemed to have vanished.  He then noticed a scroll he had never seen before in his grip,” Octavious Centauri prophecy of the 7^th cycle,” he read aloud and hardly believing his eyes he ran up the bunker’s steps to the surface and dropped to his knees as the light from the sun washed over him and everything in Eta Aqurids.

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