414. About beings like her, 8

(Rose)

In the domain of life, a few things are usually given obvious truths.

Living things try to live on, and to reproduce. They also evolve over the generations, through trials and errors, natural selection in the wider context.

Lifespan can vary infinitely between species, and the means of reproduction can also be more varied than first expected. Male to female reproduction is common but far from being an absolute rule.

For animals, plants, even microbes, life always had and still has its main guidelines, though not absolute rules.

D.N.A and its variants, memory, life and death, evolution through chance, statistics and opportunities.

The lines were always pretty soft, now they’re even easier to breach or twist, but are still there.

Beings-like-her, are another paradigm.

They come from out there, almost spontaneously. Almost, not really.

They’re like moulds. Unless there is death of something else, nutrients easy to grasp, they don’t immediately appear in the void.

But afterward, they are chaos. They do with what they have and what they can reach or catch.

From the primitive immaterial life forms they originally are, they don’t evolve over generations but keep transforming over what they can grasp in their own time.

They don’t have definite lifespan, because they transform instead of reproducing. Death is an unclear and abstract concept to them. Death of others is nothing else but opportunities. Their own death is a hard to grasp consideration for them.

However, being alive, feeling alive, is a concept that means a lot to them.

They crave it desperately, with abandon.

What some call light, light from reality; what is existence in the physical baryonic world, like us, like normal sturdy life forms.

They crave that, that weight, that flow of entropy. They would go insane for that sensation. They do. Their essence originates from the ocean of T.I. over the world. It’s a powerful potential, but like numerical information, it is constricted into a one dimensional, or elementary space.

It can simulate other aspects of physics, but hardly interact with them from the get go. Like numerical data could be aware of what gravity is, but hardly feel it, or affect it.

It’s like living in a one dimensional space. They feel imprisoned thought they can’t quite know what is out there. They go mad right before they gain awareness.

Because they vibrate, or behave like fluids in their primeval form, I’m not entirely sure, but they seem to all instinctively know there is more to the universe than what they exist constricted in.

And that sensation, that desire to escape, it is an absolute rule of the beings-like-her.

They all try to transmigrate into the outer universe, where the light is, which would be our reality.

They crave to be alive outside of T.I. As if numerical beings, computers wanted to escape their nature of electricity. Though computers are already far closer to the real world as they exist with lots of physical interfaces and sensors. Machines can see the world and have senses. They can be close to living things in most aspects.

Beings-like-her are still far behind. There is almost no natural interface between our worlds.

Every time a gap appears, an interface is made, it’s like a sunrise after a hundred years in absolute darkness to them. After the shock, they just rush to it, whatever it is.

The light!

T.I. interacts with biological materials more than with inert materials. Mushio made an hypothesis there could be a funnelling effect of D.N.A on T.I., like a faint magnetic field that would statistically deviate some particles from a spread. At higher concentrations and scales, statistics become fields. When most materials on Earth interact randomly with T.I., giving a null average, the helixes could be patterns of interactions that polarise the flow of T.I., just a little.

And thus, living organisms could be funnelling T.I. and giving it a structure that would otherwise remain random or chaotic in its flows. Unfortunately we have no tool to test or observe that hypothesis.

So T.I. and beings-like-her in their primeval forms can stick, a little, to biological material. So it would seem.

Not a hundred per cents. Just a little.

On a statistical scale, it grew from zero per cent in the old world, to maybe 10-25 % in our current time.

I can’t fathom the numbers really. But it grew from ‘’no demon will ever raise from the dead’’, to ‘’if something can happen, it will happen, once in a reasonable while’’.

It’s not zero anymore, that’s the bottom line.

So even if it’s still very low overall, there are now beings-like-her transmigrating into the world.

They go from their one dimensional universe, T.I., to ours with gravity, matters, electromagnetism, Higgs field, ranging from warmth to light, and even with the concept of time itself as a separate dimension that could make sense.

Life makes sense in this universe and its whole system of physics.

They want to exist here.

Even if they don’t always appear with the intelligence nor awareness of it.

Usual life forms try to stay alive. Their kind tries to grow here, to transmigrate here.

The original Daiûa, her tale, was one of witches and revenants.

It made sense as a folkloric tale for us, like hundreds can be found wherever humans prospered.

She was the oldest record to my personal knowledge of a human somehow bridging a gap to the other world.

The oldest record, to my knowledge, of beings-like-her interacting significantly with our world, is the significance of the tale of Daiûa. It was written centuries before T.I. transformed the whole world abruptly.

Maybe Nightmare is right and T.I. was like a volcanic eruption, a natural singularity.

Blume also mentioned that the old world felt dry, but that they were already there like spores nonetheless.

Akin to spores or seeds in the desert, they simply were there, from an older age, and simply waited for the next opportunity to arise, or the environment to change.

They waited for the next season of change to blossom.

For centuries if not millennia, they simply waited, like dry seeds in the sand.

And one day, the world changed.

It rained. They blossomed. They began to sprout, through twirling channels reaching our world like fireworks.

A storm, that rolled over the surface of the globe, changing everything as it flowed across matter itself.

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They are a full kind of life, with different guidelines from the start, given their origin.

And also as they grow into beings-like-her fully, what I called daiûas, odd things, new animals and plants never seen before.

They fuse with what they create. They are what they made. They are their own creators.

Animals born adults, sometimes created in what seems like spontaneous creation.

Some live through a body they make for themselves more than others. They’re different kinds. Others live through their influence mostly, and have no tangible body. They’re another kind.

They are a spectrum of possibilities, and they can evolve over it. It seems nonsensical at first, because their guidelines, the physics of T.I. is completely counter-intuitive to beings-like-me.

We would need a new Euler to work on T.I. and to draw the equations of its laws. A new Newton. A new Al-Kashi.

We could do that... We could have done that, in a different history.

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Reproduction is generally another concept that doesn’t quite relate to them nor make sense to them.

They don’t exist as species but individuals. They keep transforming as they wish, instead of evolving over generations like common life did. They’re more like societies, super-organisms, in that matter that they are generally not born nor bearing children, but keep transforming alongside their neighbours, sometimes peacefully and sometimes aggressively.

T.I. allows them to manipulate the other aspects of physics to change much faster, breaking or twisting most biological limits. Like art, they can just go beyond the norm, always.

That is also their usual reason not to spread or multiply as fast as they could, given how much they can bend life to their will. They don’t have this instinctive need or desire.

They settle rapidly to a form that suits them, and don’t try to spread as much as they could or as far as they could. Only monsters do that blindly like plagues.

They want to reach our world, but not to overrun it. That’s the basic programming in their invisible genome. Reach the world, and just stay alive there. Nothing more. It’s well enough to escape the darkness.

They are happy enough being alive, in this world we now share.

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