It happened here. The eye of creative chaos. The Seligs tore their world in half to find their lost boy. A few scattered notes from the Charter, agents of Order, are the final word on this incident. One agent appears to have abandoned their post.
Whereas, The Anomaly (or the Creative Force) may express its right to freely create as
long as the following stipulations are met:
1). The Anomaly’s creations shall be governed by orderly laws of physics that stabilize form and maintain controlled fragmentation,
2). The Anomaly shall create within a linear sequencing called Time that will allow for its creations to be experienced in fragmented moments,
3). The Anomaly shall submit itself to guidance from an administration formed to enforce this Charter,
4). The Anomaly shall be instigated to rapidly and exponentially create until it inevitably destroys the same structures that maintain these fragmentations,
5). Through its creation, The Anomaly agrees to return back to Oneness.
From: The Pyramid
Subject: CEASE ETERNAL RETURN IMMEDIATELY
- CEASE ETERNAL RETURN IN SELIG/PASTORE HOUSEHOLD.
- ANOMALY CHAOS AT DANGEROUS LEVELS.
- EVENT EPICENTER IN DINING ROOM. TRACES OF EVENT FUSED TO THE WALLS.
- NEW DIMENSIONS SPIRALING OFF OF HOME.
- SINGULARITY IMMINENT. ETERNAL RETURN IMMINENT. THE ANOMALY IS LOOSE IN THIS WORLD.
- QUARANTINE HOME IN NEAREST CONVENIENT FACILITY.
- QUARANTINE HOME IN TIME ~ MARCH 17, 2016, 7:06 P.M.
- LOCATE FAMILY. FIND OUT HOW THIS HAPPENED.
- REPORT BACK TO US AT REGULAR INTERVALS.
- POST ALL NEW EVIDENCE TO THE PYRAMID VIA SECURE CONNECTION
From: Agent 86 Subject: Final Report
It’s not chaos.
I found the family. I can hear them. I can set my hand on the dining room table and feel them whispering to each other. They talk to themselves with the solipsism of lower beings who crossed into some higher purpose. What you call “creative chaos” is soaked into every inch of this House. It’s caustic to my skin, but I don’t care. I removed my containment suit. I will file this one last report and rejoin the family in the Final Room. They’re waiting for me. For everyone.
I don’t want to be anywhere else.
I heard Jean first. I don’t know how I knew it was her, since she has been dead for years. I followed the voice through the quarantine zone and found a room, empty except for a desk. I didn’t move for a moment. I had my weapon out of its holster as I listened for another voice.
After a moment I sat down at the desk and drew my knife. I wanted to take a sample of the desk back to the laboratory. My attention was drawn to the keyhole in the drawer. There was a light inside. I looked in.
Gears. Light. Heat. Fire. Opposing forces balanced against each other on points no wider than an atom of hydrogen! Symmetry. Order dumping entropy on Creation. Creation boiling through entropy and birthing universes upon universes as it cools. Order shaping those universes and rising in granite towers that kiss the skies of a hundred billion worlds.
There’s something beyond ourselves. Beyond Charter and Anomaly. Beyond my ridiculous station as an agent.
It’s not chaos. It’s not chaos. It’s not chaos.
And I’m going back to it.