10-28-2015, 02:29 PM
Nealaphh tilted its head slightly as the pseudo-human asked a string of questions. It was clear that Nealaphh was dealing with someone of great intelligence, which was always a nice refresher from the usual droll exchanges it had to suffer in the name of progress. Perhaps the God-Mind would be able persuade this fresh Prime to its cause.
I am Prime yes. Your deduction is correct: there are denizens of this Omniverse called Secondaries. I trust the soliloquy of The Smiling One enlightened you to your new creative powers. This extends to living beings as well. Sentient beings created by Primes such as ourselves are called Secondaries.
Tom nodded slightly, pleased with his reasoning. He was about to ask more questions, but the ebon figure continued.
I am Nealaphh. I and my associates oppose The Smiling One above all else. We seek to turn the control of this incarcerating universe over to our own hands. I must admit, I find your intellectualism refreshing, many-
Nealaphh was cut off as another being entered its perceptive range. While Nealaphh was not an antisocial being, per se, it had hoped to be closer to the Endless Dunes than it was, by now. Perhaps next time it traversed the Nexus, it should keep a wider berth between itself and the Fountain of Infinity. The God-Mind turned slowly to regard the newcomer. It was an automaton of some sort, but it carried a presence within the psychic fabric; a sort of depression. Thoughts seemed to whirl around and into the mechanical beast, as if it hungered for them. This principal was not new to Nealaphh; it had encountered many such psychic parasites before. It was odd that a synthetic entity should have such power, though. The shadow would have very much enjoyed disassembling this Prime to learn more about its functionality, but it was, perhaps, more pertinent at this juncture to waylay any possible aggression. Considering that it operated at least partially on psychic wavelengths, Nealaphh attempted responding to PANDATRON's rather forward manner of speech with its own understated telepathy. The God-Mind broadcasted these thoughts to Mr. Riddle, so that the erudite man would not be kept out of the loop.
Hero? No, I'm afraid not. Merely a dreamer. Is there some manner by which I can assist you?
I am Prime yes. Your deduction is correct: there are denizens of this Omniverse called Secondaries. I trust the soliloquy of The Smiling One enlightened you to your new creative powers. This extends to living beings as well. Sentient beings created by Primes such as ourselves are called Secondaries.
Tom nodded slightly, pleased with his reasoning. He was about to ask more questions, but the ebon figure continued.
I am Nealaphh. I and my associates oppose The Smiling One above all else. We seek to turn the control of this incarcerating universe over to our own hands. I must admit, I find your intellectualism refreshing, many-
Nealaphh was cut off as another being entered its perceptive range. While Nealaphh was not an antisocial being, per se, it had hoped to be closer to the Endless Dunes than it was, by now. Perhaps next time it traversed the Nexus, it should keep a wider berth between itself and the Fountain of Infinity. The God-Mind turned slowly to regard the newcomer. It was an automaton of some sort, but it carried a presence within the psychic fabric; a sort of depression. Thoughts seemed to whirl around and into the mechanical beast, as if it hungered for them. This principal was not new to Nealaphh; it had encountered many such psychic parasites before. It was odd that a synthetic entity should have such power, though. The shadow would have very much enjoyed disassembling this Prime to learn more about its functionality, but it was, perhaps, more pertinent at this juncture to waylay any possible aggression. Considering that it operated at least partially on psychic wavelengths, Nealaphh attempted responding to PANDATRON's rather forward manner of speech with its own understated telepathy. The God-Mind broadcasted these thoughts to Mr. Riddle, so that the erudite man would not be kept out of the loop.
Hero? No, I'm afraid not. Merely a dreamer. Is there some manner by which I can assist you?
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued