by Sharn » Wed Nov 14, 2018 9:16 am
The chapter was written, silver-lined with a hefty remuneration from the pirates. The world below could thus become largely committed to Sharn's past. The momentum had flowed and ebbed, leaving shells and amber of takeaways which a collector could, well, take away and judge their importance for their extant properties rather than their origins. His second awakening to the Force, and Runi both remained very salient for his future designs, but Noventa itself with all that was left on it could meet Alderaan's fate for all he cared. Nygmus was gone, Rhaina was gone. Even the Imperial coup had proven to be hardly consequential, and unraveled more or less as quickly as he had predicted it would.
And yet, Sharn was not the same person, nor his daily life remained unchanged. The Strange Charm would soon jump into hyperspace with an altered crew, in a way much to his liking. The scent of both women lingered in the room, and he took a waft of it, briefly waiting until his vomeronasal receptors transferred the meaning to his brain. Sy's pheromones were more accessible, tethered back to her through quantum entanglement in a way that let him connect directly to her mindset and desires. Runi's were more convergent though, their ions overcharged with energy bestowed from midichlorians, triggering impulses so intensive that they were rewiring his brain and resulting in psychosomatic responses across his body, forming a hyperenergetic bond. But in the end, they both served their primary person: recognition of genetic difference conducive to meiosis. His brain had been flawlessly reading the content of their haploids stowed as transferrable information on pheromonal molecules and ran the background compatibility check. He was well-aware of the results, and they were making him smile because of the prospects inherent to them.
His certainty was derived not from theory-in-practice alone. He actually perceived it. The vergence had allowed him easy access across the tachyon field to the dimension where midichlorians primarily manifested their agendas, and channel the energy into self to give his introspection molecular-level accuracy. While the boost was gone now, the principle remained, and he knew how to drive his attentive sentience toward the work of his cells. High concentrations of chlorine-based symbiotic life-forms altering mitochondria all across him were making reading the self possible through energy signatures, and their waveform interference with genetic proteins was giving him gene-editing capacities. Potentially, he could do anything with his own body: hasten healing, halt ageing, increase intelligence. And one day he might have the menu of all the possible modifications at his disposal. But it was more sensible to alter the self carefully, one allele at a time because of the strain in could put on all other bodily system in operation. His thought power was already superior, but it didn't mean it couldn't be improved. And he was about to improve it, to increase his eugenic capacity ahead of intended reproduction. He owed it to his future progeny to detect and eradicate the genetic risk factors. Sitting comfortably, his inner sense was rushing along long helices of genome.
For nigh all sentience this was impossible. They were all slaves to their genes, mere manifestations of their mutable continuity, their lives turning to be success or failure depending on how prolific they were in surviving and spreading their specific strand. Genera, species and races expanded and went extinct across the aeons, with little direct impact of their will on their genetic track, mere actors to their genetic scriptwriters. Except for midichlorians, who had profound, organic and easy access to genome-editing. They could select and breed sentients. Whoever harnessed them, could effectuate the same on any scale. Sharn realised this now, not knowing that he was rediscovering the lost insights of Darth Plagueis the Wise, the author of one galaxy-changing pseudo-parthenogenesis...
But what counted was that what Sharn engaged in was science, not religion. He realised the function of holding magical beliefs and it served no purpose to him personally to engage in self-delusion, nor in its misguided derivative ethics. Nygmus, Rhaina, the self-righteous mob of chance Force-sensitives that coalesced on Noventa, they were all wrong. There was nothing about the Force that couldn't be comprehended with a prominent role of sentient consciousness, nothing that necessitated the existence of both main sects. Nothing efficacious in their rites, rituals and techniques that couldn't be broken down into equations, with lots of redundancy to remove. If he had any obligation to the galaxy it was in aiding it in moving beyond the incredulity of the Jedi and the Sith traditions. It was time for them to end. He now realised that the latter was simply a cultural second order overlaying the first order genetic capacities of the very species Runi was representing. He desired her to the core of his being, seeking multilevel alignment with her, genetic, physical, mental, quantum-mechanical. Love was an algorithm, and this one spanned his conscious and unconscious, sustained by hormonal responses to the stimuli originating from her. There was nothing mystical or spiritual about it. It was an undeniable fact of life that only needed some neural activity readouts and blood culture to prove. It was a memetic code he had co-written alongside his subconscious based on a collection of data. It was a very good code, now organising his aspirations and agendas. In fact, it was superior. His feelings for Sy were less defined, riding on provisional script that could be updated based on new facts.
The only thing the Jedi and the Sith were getting right was the divergence in how they tapped into the midichlorian-provided energy spikes that accelerated particles toward intensification of quantum properties. The Jedi were passive in receiving it, tapping into a potentially greater reservoir stored in a galactic latticework at the cost of alienating selves and being slaves to the multiversal energy flows. That was unacceptable for Sharn, not as a primary source at least, for he would not suffer fate of his course in life being determined by alien will. "It is as the Force wills it" was not for him. Nor "May the Force be with you." It should not be allowed to cast shadow over him, but to yield to him. The symbionts in his cells weren't about to be his masters. The Sith were committing a different fallacy and mistake, of assuming that using themselves as loci of energy concentrations was sustainable for biomatter without balancing. Ah, the pursuit of unlimited power they could easily lose control over, or stop realising the consequences of their application. Sharn eschewed this path too. He was embarking on the path of scientifically managed, purposeful power. It was not the way in the middle, any greyness between light and dark. The dichotomy was false. As was the typical fallacy of emotionlessness vs. whim. In Sharn's mind there was no reason to alienate limbic system from prefrontal cortex, amygdala from hippocampus. There was no purposeful action without emotion. There was no realisation of purpose without reason. The Jedi and the Sith had been bullshitting Force-sensitives for millenia. He would not compromise with their inane approaches. His was the third way.
He reached for his sabre and lit the beam, rising. The small changes in his body had already taken effect. He felt he was already a better fighter than a day ago, when he had thought he would use it for the first time, with reactions quickly adapting to small corrections in DNA. He doused it right after, not indulging in pointless sabre-rattling that would only yield what he had already confirmed. He looked away from Noventa and began walking down the aisle, to find both women. There was much to discuss.
The chapter was written, silver-lined with a hefty remuneration from the pirates. The world below could thus become largely committed to Sharn's past. The momentum had flowed and ebbed, leaving shells and amber of takeaways which a collector could, well, take away and judge their importance for their extant properties rather than their origins. His second awakening to the Force, and Runi both remained very salient for his future designs, but Noventa itself with all that was left on it could meet Alderaan's fate for all he cared. Nygmus was gone, Rhaina was gone. Even the Imperial coup had proven to be hardly consequential, and unraveled more or less as quickly as he had predicted it would.
And yet, Sharn was not the same person, nor his daily life remained unchanged. The Strange Charm would soon jump into hyperspace with an altered crew, in a way much to his liking. The scent of both women lingered in the room, and he took a waft of it, briefly waiting until his vomeronasal receptors transferred the meaning to his brain. Sy's pheromones were more accessible, tethered back to her through quantum entanglement in a way that let him connect directly to her mindset and desires. Runi's were more convergent though, their ions overcharged with energy bestowed from midichlorians, triggering impulses so intensive that they were rewiring his brain and resulting in psychosomatic responses across his body, forming a hyperenergetic bond. But in the end, they both served their primary person: recognition of genetic difference conducive to meiosis. His brain had been flawlessly reading the content of their haploids stowed as transferrable information on pheromonal molecules and ran the background compatibility check. He was well-aware of the results, and they were making him smile because of the prospects inherent to them.
His certainty was derived not from theory-in-practice alone. He actually perceived it. The vergence had allowed him easy access across the tachyon field to the dimension where midichlorians primarily manifested their agendas, and channel the energy into self to give his introspection molecular-level accuracy. While the boost was gone now, the principle remained, and he knew how to drive his attentive sentience toward the work of his cells. High concentrations of chlorine-based symbiotic life-forms altering mitochondria all across him were making reading the self possible through energy signatures, and their waveform interference with genetic proteins was giving him gene-editing capacities. Potentially, he could do anything with his own body: hasten healing, halt ageing, increase intelligence. And one day he might have the menu of all the possible modifications at his disposal. But it was more sensible to alter the self carefully, one allele at a time because of the strain in could put on all other bodily system in operation. His thought power was already superior, but it didn't mean it couldn't be improved. And he was about to improve it, to increase his eugenic capacity ahead of intended reproduction. He owed it to his future progeny to detect and eradicate the genetic risk factors. Sitting comfortably, his inner sense was rushing along long helices of genome.
For nigh all sentience this was impossible. They were all slaves to their genes, mere manifestations of their mutable continuity, their lives turning to be success or failure depending on how prolific they were in surviving and spreading their specific strand. Genera, species and races expanded and went extinct across the aeons, with little direct impact of their will on their genetic track, mere actors to their genetic scriptwriters. Except for midichlorians, who had profound, organic and easy access to genome-editing. They could select and breed sentients. Whoever harnessed them, could effectuate the same on any scale. Sharn realised this now, not knowing that he was rediscovering the lost insights of Darth Plagueis the Wise, the author of one galaxy-changing pseudo-parthenogenesis...
But what counted was that what Sharn engaged in was science, not religion. He realised the function of holding magical beliefs and it served no purpose to him personally to engage in self-delusion, nor in its misguided derivative ethics. Nygmus, Rhaina, the self-righteous mob of chance Force-sensitives that coalesced on Noventa, they were all wrong. There was nothing about the Force that couldn't be comprehended with a prominent role of sentient consciousness, nothing that necessitated the existence of both main sects. Nothing efficacious in their rites, rituals and techniques that couldn't be broken down into equations, with lots of redundancy to remove. If he had any obligation to the galaxy it was in aiding it in moving beyond the incredulity of the Jedi and the Sith traditions. It was time for them to end. He now realised that the latter was simply a cultural second order overlaying the first order genetic capacities of the very species Runi was representing. He desired her to the core of his being, seeking multilevel alignment with her, genetic, physical, mental, quantum-mechanical. Love was an algorithm, and this one spanned his conscious and unconscious, sustained by hormonal responses to the stimuli originating from her. There was nothing mystical or spiritual about it. It was an undeniable fact of life that only needed some neural activity readouts and blood culture to prove. It was a memetic code he had co-written alongside his subconscious based on a collection of data. It was a very good code, now organising his aspirations and agendas. In fact, it was superior. His feelings for Sy were less defined, riding on provisional script that could be updated based on new facts.
The only thing the Jedi and the Sith were getting right was the divergence in how they tapped into the midichlorian-provided energy spikes that accelerated particles toward intensification of quantum properties. The Jedi were passive in receiving it, tapping into a potentially greater reservoir stored in a galactic latticework at the cost of alienating selves and being slaves to the multiversal energy flows. That was unacceptable for Sharn, not as a primary source at least, for he would not suffer fate of his course in life being determined by alien will. "It is as the Force wills it" was not for him. Nor "May the Force be with you." It should not be allowed to cast shadow over him, but to yield to him. The symbionts in his cells weren't about to be his masters. The Sith were committing a different fallacy and mistake, of assuming that using themselves as loci of energy concentrations was sustainable for biomatter without balancing. Ah, the pursuit of unlimited power they could easily lose control over, or stop realising the consequences of their application. Sharn eschewed this path too. He was embarking on the path of scientifically managed, purposeful power. It was not the way in the middle, any greyness between light and dark. The dichotomy was false. As was the typical fallacy of emotionlessness vs. whim. In Sharn's mind there was no reason to alienate limbic system from prefrontal cortex, amygdala from hippocampus. There was no purposeful action without emotion. There was no realisation of purpose without reason. The Jedi and the Sith had been bullshitting Force-sensitives for millenia. He would not compromise with their inane approaches. His was the third way.
He reached for his sabre and lit the beam, rising. The small changes in his body had already taken effect. He felt he was already a better fighter than a day ago, when he had thought he would use it for the first time, with reactions quickly adapting to small corrections in DNA. He doused it right after, not indulging in pointless sabre-rattling that would only yield what he had already confirmed. He looked away from Noventa and began walking down the aisle, to find both women. There was much to discuss.
