Butterfly
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Create.
Existence is woven slowly and patiently. Every second means billions of billions new weaves, the result of absorbed work preformed by humongous numbers of small nanofleas, jumping here and there, with precision laying paths that in the future will be backbone of a new being.
The nucleus is a round, silver-white structure slightly larger than clenched fist, where already a flame burns, but not yet awakened to full potential of Being. If you would like to compare it in terms of power, you would have a problem. It is so similar to flame that burns in each of us, yet so distantly, disturbingly alien.
There are created new layers of peripherals outside of the sphere, composing into many meters of thick... tissue. It is not made from familiar carbon polymers, constituting organic chemistry. It is neither body or bone, nor metal alloys, carbon nanotubes or ceramic foam. This is tissue, which weaves have no name in human language.
In the meantime body framework is forming in nearby place, which will serve for willpower of new Being. The future house is long and bulgy, resembling strange, shape-morphing cigar. It is equipped with receptors and effectors, a power source is constructed, and matter is woven with precision, where every atom is billed, every erg on account, every quantum counted.
While those are completely different constructions, they are built the same way. That is how the corral reefs grow, how a child grows in mothers womb. And also this is how Butterfly is born: unfamiliar with its progenitors, blind Being spinning in nucleus, trying to catch something - only and one instinct given to it in its present state. This is a buzzing of unfinished neuronal nanonetworks, a scream of unborn ego. All works already, weaves on fly, establishes new connections, creates new, increasingly complicated structure following project given long ago. This is a program that in itself is a mind, overseer and worker building a temple of Thought.
However, the impulses are not suffice. Time comes for need of metaorganisation. Blind finally hooks something. A shell opens before him; signals run into a new, gigantic space, overflowing in flood of impulses that ripples like sea of chaos for long nanoseconds. Nevertheless, as the time goes by, this chaos begins to vanish; woven network gives him direction, sense and goal. Being achieves
Transcendence
because now burning flame knows that he is a burning flame. And knows that he will be something more.
Butterfly is connected. And gains knowledge. Learns. Discovers terrifying and horrific, wondrous and amazing things. He is not the only being. In the order of Reality he is only a very small, very weak part. He was created to make difference, add another element together with many, many other forms like him... kinsmen that are endlessly woven in the Factory, taught and released to fulfill Goal.
You want it. Butterfly discovers that he wants it. He is not discouraged by awareness of being constructed exactly in that way to feel this particular desire. He learns about details of his own construction, his own weaving with lustful indifference, as another component of the Knowledge. He learns about cosmos, discovers in what Reality he exists, what strange places he will visit, what states of Existence he will explore, what nightmares he will register with perfect indifference of Inquirer. Because this is what he is for, this is his goal of his existence, to gather information for his Creators... that he will never meet.
This makes Butterfly wants to know even more about Them. And teachers, being only quasiminds of ancient databases, tell him all they know. They lecture on a cold sea of distant world, where in the sky are two weak, constantly flashing suns, very, very, very many revolutions ago. They sing about emergent wonder, a life, which was created on the bottom of the sea, in the hot underwater springs and crept out on carbon sand beach, forever washed by ammonia gunge. It radiated everywhere, creating many various and amazing forms. They whisper about light of self-awarenesses in multifaceted eyes, about rabid wars and howling weapons shattering elements, creating radiation disease in amount unbearable even for these ancestors of Creators. However, they survived and outlasted the test of time. They discovered things with effort of hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands and hundred of thousands revolutions that Butterfly learns in a fraction of a second. Appreciate it. Went out from cradle of homeworld, crawled among neighbourhood stars, like life crept, ascended from black, dense sea. They knew more, developed more, became more skilled - until they crossed the threshold and became more than Butterfly will ever be. Don't grieve; bigger can create smaller, smaller - bigger. This was power bigger than anything imaginable, when ancestors of Creators became Creators themselves, abandoning now unneeded shell of atoms, morphing to a new level of Excellence. This was maybe another, maybe not the first, for sure not the last, but in some sense - final Transcendence.
This is why Butterfly will never meet Creators, but still he can serve them in humble way, registering existence, watching the Universe, and looking at it as it really is. This Inquirer has ever experienced only one kind of faith – the faith in Existence.
Teaching lasted many revolutions of multicolored, striped world, which orbit was the location of the Factory. Butterfly has known from a long time that he was born under light of puffed giant of rusty iron color. This is sick of obese, ancient star, releasing and leaving monstrous quantities of matter. It is full of new, forged in thermonuclear fire elements, which fraction is now in paths and weaves of Butterfly. This knowledge satisfies and pleases him. But it is not enough. Butterfly wants to know more. Butterfly desires to go out and to Witness the Universe. Patience.
There is only one thing left at the end of learning: Sleep. For the first and the last time in his life Butterfly was to fall asleep, to work out all that he knew, to become disconnected and enter a new body, which every cubic picometer is known to him inside out.
It was the most risky moment in his life. The Inquirer could never awaken. He could fall into madness and destroy knowledge of his own structure of consciousness. In that case tissue would be unwoven, flame of mind extinguished and matter reused. But still Awakening was performed very, very far away, beyond ring of ice bodies orbiting the star. Powers of the Butterfly, while being close to nothing in comparison to Creators, still could cause serious trouble for the Factory, if they got out of control. Some time ago the Butterfly learned about terrifying flash that spread over certain different Factory, when deranged kin of the Butterfly clashed with the Security. Before tissue was violently torn and screaming mind vanished in non-existence, many, very many beings went into void. The flash itself - united energy of radiant lances powerful as convulsions of dying sun - even today go through space, very slowly, as a warning for some... or mystery for others that barely detects this signal, not knowing its real meaning.
But this Awakening was performed without slightest trouble. Awakened has already known his powers and learned them in simulators. However now, what he registers is real, what he feels - tangible. He has all sensors needed to register Reality on all levels - from electromagnetic radiation to structure of spacetime itself. He has at his command the powerful lances capable to burn whole worlds in hellish inferno, if he would wish it. He sings about his happiness and freedom, and his mission.
Go. Explore.
The place of Awakening was also the place where the journey begins. Now, Butterfly has the right to choose - first real, completely independent choice that only he will make. Soon he will see things that no one seen before. Soon he will register information that no one knew before. He craves data, desires Knowledge, he wants to wallow in orgasm of Understanding. May the new kinsmen be told what the Inquirer discovers. He wants nothing more in whole universe.
Butterfly's drive is a power from hell, modeled through millions revolutions of technology of moving matter from one place to another in this universe. He is a gluttonous child of Knowledge who demands a tribute of the food of the Universe: energy more powerful than crashing of worlds, bigger than whole life of the star. Drive greedily swallows everything that it will be given to, almost without shedding a drop. Almost. The leak is incredibly small fraction of used energy, but in our spacetime will reveal as temporary opening of an eye of chaos, monstrous flash. Factory and sleeping kinsmen are protected by shields - subatomic layer of matter stronger than neutronium alloy, lighter than a shadow.
Like all before him, he chooses place that was not chosen by anyone before - choice being ultimate, multiplied in space and time version of traveller problem. He informs about his choice and next choices, so his kins would know where not to come. He gathers all of the energy on his disposal, to use it to get even more energy, and more, and more, and more, of each level bigger by many orders of magnitude than previous one. Then he warps the spacetime with ease of a child chewing gum. He twists it into strange, multidimensional shape, resembling a sculpture created by god of madness. And Jumps.
