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Time flows through me like water. I have been through every war, even the unrecorded ones. I have fallen off of cliffs, drowned, been bludgeoned, burned, hanged, crucified, shot, strangled, poisoned, electrocuted. But I am changeless. These little moments do not faze me. I am uninjured. I have lost limbs, but they return in time. When your teeth are falling out, I will remain the man you see before you now. Yet, I have long been tired. I have seen every human age. I have witnessed all of them. I witness each new one with waning interest. I have seen every human triumph in its time. I have watched every human atrocity. Every decade has its genocide, and 10,000 decades prove them to be ritual of your kind, not surprising. I have lived through almost 3,000 generations, seen humanity rise from the mud into their cities, sink from the ice into their castles. I have seen billions of children age into the earth to feed the trees. I continue. I continue and I tire.
Death is unbearable. To cease would be the worst thing. But continuing in this is long lost in meaning. I exist because I exist. Nothing matters that once matters. All importance disappears in the course of a few lifetimes.
I measure time in lifetimes. I have recorded life times since I was young. You are lifetime 2857. I won’t expect you to surprise me with anything you, your nation, or your kind say or do. Instead, I will make something happen.
Too long have I watched your cyclical existances flow like a whirlpool. Too long have you told me to wait and see what will happen. Generation 2857 will change, and by my hands. In this, my 100,000th year, I will break you of pattern.
Every generation finds itself shrinking the world, only to have it expand again. When the known world is believed to be the whole world, the collective powers of the earth begin to close upon it all, until a new world again is found, and we see our boundaries explode outward. Following that is the excitement of the frontier, and the inevitable ten generation exploration period, followed again by a period of conscious shrinking of the world. It’s atrociously boring.
90,000 years ago, this was different. In that time, as I wandered among the apes and ape men, my words were not yet formed, but I witnessed the splitting of the two kinds with some amount of cognition. At the time, the endless plains and forests began to feel smaller, as the ape men began to tackle every creature, every situation. Animals fell by the dozens and the ape men roared with the kills. They were blood thirsty (and you still are) because they were excited to be, I empathize, breaking free of all bonds to their livelihood. This is no upgrade to your home desktop. They were shaking free the reigns of their species, the apes, who were declining at the time, at least most of them. Not all of them.
The species split in a conscious way at that point. We walked out of the forest and killed everything in our way. We changed in leaps and bounds. With each new generation, we found ourselves transcending death, consiousness, in better ways. But then, I never died, and you always have, so this is merely an observance.
What I did learn, 10,000 years ago, was language. Language changed the world. The more words I had, the more things I thought, the more feelings I felt.
What I intend to bring to you, is something like language. It is something like that which forces you to completely break from the cycles of consiousness you have now. I think I know what it is that I will do to you.
But Empires of the earth decay, no matter what their tools. They fight for dominance, expand, and then decay. The end is all that matters. I have no end.
So a tool is not enough. For what use would you have with a tool if there is no problem to fix it with. The apes did not see a problem in the leopards and the baboons eating their weak and their young. I offered them a spear, and they found no use in it like I. Even as I fought off the baboon marauders, they would not pick up a spear and kill like I. They fought, yes, but they did not solve a problem. Their assault was no issue to them.
The ape men sat and considered that they willed to live. When no baboon was near, they built tools because they saw their will thwarted by the problem. They took what the apes had accepted, and made it choice.
What you need is the confrontation of your problem. What do you have not, that you wish for, that is thwarted by a problem? What tool is the answer.
If you chart your kind’s revolutions and innovations, they grow closer and closer together. In 10 years this chart becomes absurd, as revolutions and innovations become infinite within one year. You are ready for an apocalypse, or for a change of type. That change of type is what I bring.
I am not immutable. I am not omnipotent. I am not omniscient. I am the one who stands one type beyond you. And so you see, I desire to change too. I cannot be what I will be until I make you me.
Do you see? I intend to make you unending. You will find it a curse, I promise. As the ape-men began to feel and think their worded suffering at the immeasurable loss of death, so to your deathless state will bring you ennui of epic self-destruction. You will kill yourself thousands of times. Your sorrow will never leave. Your pain will become you. But you will never wish to go back. And so, it is the lesser curse.
And as for me, I will become something else entirely.
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