Godclads

Chapter 22-14 As Below…

Chapter 22-14 As Below…

They call them sanctuaries? Better term is processing plant. If you see what the Guilds are playing at here youll know what theyre saying is all godsdamned bullshit.

Voidwatch tries to help, but theyre crippled here. Omnitechs keeping their eyes limited, and the machines they send down have problems. The Nether does things to their systems. Messes them up bad. We see them shipping more material down every week for replacements.

And even if theyre playing to the human rights charter whatever they call it, the other Guilds still need their death feed. Sure, the rest play by the rules on the surface. Hell, they even provide the basic dignitiesfood, shelter, basic healthcare, hell even public Nether access to curated informationbut everything they give comes at a cost and lets them compile a list of people to let in.

Theres a reason why they arent targeting high-fertility populations. Theres a reason why males or females of low genetic worth are getting subliminal prompts stitched into their minds, driving them to accept contracts with certain smugglers and sign promises with Syndicates masquerading as special agencies.

The FATELESS are basically damned to be cattle from the start. There was never really any way out from them. No one to keep them safe. Hells, half of them dont need much prompting to sell their lives. Theyre desperate. The Sunderwilds have a good portion twisted of flesh, and they want a shot at that good life they keep seeing in the Nether ads, thats streamed into their minds as they sleep.

They want into New Vultuns risen glory, to climb the subterranean depths for all theyre worth and maybe earn a chance at the Tiers and lay their eyes on pristine skies for once in their lives.

But by the time they find themselves in the Crucibles as entertainment, or in the gutters as little more than slaves or indentured playthings, itll be too late.

We try to breach the censors preventing them from realizing the truth inside the city sometimes. We try, but its hell. If theres one thing that unites the Guilds, its that they need death, and they need a constant stream of people to keep marching for greater yields.

These people are fucked, and I dont know how to save them. Shit. I dont know if anyone can.

-Mem-log of Junity Nevers Humanitarian Necro and Guild-Recognized Cultist

22-14

As Below

+Essus. Essuswake up.+

Coherence returned to the former refugee like a light flickering to life within his awareness.

Mere seconds ago, his mind was a tangled knot, invasive thoughts flowing through him, outside memories polluting his cognition. His sense of self was melded to a disfigured wholea party to a twisted collective for a brief eternity.

All the world was disjointed. Disconnected. Dislocated. During those moments, he felt embraced by a nest, blended into the miasma of humanity.

Now, however, he was returned. Restored by a deft hand plucking away at all his remaining wounds. Wholeness spread out from the core of his ego, and all the sequences foreign to his selfhood came unlatched in unison.

As the last branches shrouding his mind from coherence were cut, he suddenly recalled where he was, who he was, and the creature that just saved him.

Avo? Essus croaked. His voice was hoarsethroat sore as if he had been screaming. Moving blurs danced along his perception as he pushed himself off the ground, beholding a mess of twitching bodies strewn around him.

+Yes,+ Avo said, sounding almost distracted. Essus could feel another presence inhabiting his senses. The subtleness of the weight was uncanny.

He had collapsed upon an open patch of dirt when the calamity hit earlier. The others around him fared no better, but at least most of them had camp bedding or tents to crumble upon. Long rows of makeshift abodes ran down an incline, leading into the open jaws of a tunnel lit by brilliant lights. On his left and right, holographic barricades formed a funnel, protecting them from the baleful skies over the Sunderwilds, preventing them from gazing at sights unsuited for mundane minds.

The infrastructure was installed and maintained by passing drones, a few now which lay buried among the waiting rows of refugees, gristle and viscera lining hulls of resplendent chrome.

Essus gut clenched at the sight. More dead. More dead for no fault of their own. Glitching holographs flickered as he swallowed, taking in the five-meter-long machine softly whining in the dirt, a small, limp hand protruding from underneath. Artad.

His god didnt answer. But another did.

+Unfortunate,+ Avo murmured, displeased but accepting. It seemed that even the coldness of machines was not beyond the effects of the disaster. +Going to cast some memories into you. Get you up to date. Will access the FATELESS through you. Take this opportunity to spread.+

Spread? Essus' question was answered with a combustion of knowledge. Only then did he recount the fires climbing high from Avos mind. Essus himself did not burn, but new streams of recollection were smelted into place, flashes of incomprehensible struggle, of battles conducted by the others in ways that he couldnt grasp.

Then, it all almost made sense to him. The unbalancing of his mind was Avos doing. An unexpected breach. Details about the Hungers followed, of the struggle against Thousandhand, of all the changes his monstrous friend experienced, and most importantly what the cadre intended to do.

A disbelieving chortle escaped Essus as a whistle sounded from above. From its pitched shriek and the vague counters, he guessed another drone was fast approaching. Maybe someone noticed he was recovered and wished to check. Trouble is a lover to you, my friend. Every time we part, you shake the city. You turn the clouds.

Avo replied with a grunt of amusement. +So it goes. Going to do it more. With your help as well.+ A faint distance slipped free of Essus like a finger of curling steam. He wouldnt have noticed, but Avo tugged at his perception and guided his gaze. Soon, he saw the mind-wandering haze winnow through the skulls of his fellow refugees.

+Theyre untangling. Slowly. Think it will take another few hours before they finally recover. Fine. Useful for us. Going to create Seances inside them first. You should keep going. Enter processing while theyre down.+

Essus shuffled momentarily, struggling with the impoliteness of cutting ahead of all those before him, but found himself driven to a frustrated start as realized he was being ridiculous. Stepping carefully to avoid treading on extended limbs or sprawled bodies, he began his trek as the yet-affected refugees sang their feverish chants, their eyes wide but unfocused, seemingly all possessed.

They were a hard sight for him to stomach. Especially those with children. Reeking of unbathed foulness, ragged from their tribulations, wretched from their journeys across the Sunderwilds, they were a moving stream of bodies seeking salvation in the shadows cast by distant structures. Mere months ago, he was no different, arriving in one such passage, venturing into the inviting light, breathing in the delightful aromas, being scanned by the sky-peoples constructs, and beholding the manifestation of unbroken Aetheran intact Heavenfirsthand.

Now, he returned with power inside him, the concept of doorways and openings scarred into his very Soul, more god than man, but father nevermore.

Beneath all the suffering, he felt his fortune. Most would never have his luck, would never encounter a benefactor like his, or be delivered from a living nightmare. But that was his fate, and he was here to alter theirs, to cut the tongue off the snakes that lured the helpless into the maw of damnation before they could fall.

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Such was why he braved his nightmares to return. Such was what filled his bones with purpose, his muscles with strength.

After minutes of walking, he finally found himself moving down the ramp, the ground no longer natural soil but artificial road. Ahead, he saw Avos slithering presence crawl ahead, through the light, past the hovering machines chiming surprised greetings.

Essus swallowed. Just how many minds had Avo taken in the time it took for him to walk over?

+Should number a few thousand for now. Will have to see how my splinters are distributed after they are untangled.+

Right. He could hear thoughts. Such an easy thing to forget.

+Greetings, traveler,+ a floating orb with two human-shaped arms clasped together approached. Along its silvery exterior, he saw a pulsing wreath dancing over the drown, a crown of eyes staring inward at each other. Not one of the sky-peoples constructs, then. A thing of the mind-thieves. Ori-Thaum.

I just recovered, Essus said, technically not lying. He felt another unseen tendril leave him and sink into the machine. II wish to make my trip now if that is allowed. He gestured at the other refugees strewn in various states of incoherence. I do not think my fellows can object, eh? He tried a laugh, but it sounded hollow. His voice trailed off to a sigh.

The drone bobbed up and down, deliberating for a moment, but then gestured for him to follow.

+Likely didnt expect you to recover so fast,+ Avo said, musing. +I changed their minds. Moved you up in their estimates. Scouted ahead. Most of Voidwatchs local drones are down. Coldtech sustained heavy data traumaYou called it fragmentation damage. You called it that. I know data cant be traumatized, Calvino. Was just using the phrase.+ A grunt of annoyance escaped the ghoul. +Think the Guilder drones were told to hold back. Afraid to interface with you. Still dont know whats wrong with most of the Metaless.+

That is a good thing, then? Essus thought.

+Useful,+ Avo said. +Will put you in a position to be noticed. Allow you to make introductions with the Syndicates.+

The very notion was disgusting, but if it allowed him to

+Dont worry,+ Avo said, interrupting Essus thoughts as they passed into the tunnel, +Dont need you to work for them. Just need you to get close. So I can infect them too. Cant do anything drastic. Yet. Need to avoid being loud. Until I can be loud all at once.+

Something about that made Essus strangely worried. I do not know what you mean.

+Its fine. Youll see. Will just take a little time. Going to look ahead now. Take in the sanctuaries.+

What should I do?

+Get settled in. Then start taking trips. Go to each of the sanctuaries. Make contact with every smuggle you can. Is also where your Heaven will matter. Want you to make some doorways. Connect some places.+

This Essus could do. Of that he was sure. But his duties seemed small before the great feats Avo was capable. It seemed even as a god himself, he couldnt avoid being carried to glory by the clawed hands of another.

+Absolutes, Essus,+ Avo said. +Do what you can. Make what difference you can. That is whats important. That is what will save more of your people.+

Essus nodded and swallowed back the knot in his throat. I want to do something that matters.

+Do matter. Mattering right now.+

***

Ahead, through twelve junctions of checkpoints, chaining through another fifty-six thousand bodies choking the inner halls, Avo swept past the mag-rails running toward the sanctuaries like a quiet breeze.

He already spent about twenty-thousand ghosts creating backdoors and mem-cons among the incapacities FATELESS. It would make them simple to track. What pulled at his interest more were the hints of memetic tampering he found in some of them, likely Syndicate NEcros already making their pay.

As he cast his perception outward, he took in the first of the many enclaves, a dome tipped by satellites and encircled by landing pads. Glints were descending from the reach of the sky as Calvino quipped about punctual supply deliveries. Avos focus was more on other things at that moment, namely the pseudo-districts where Essus and the refugees were to be housed.

The sanctuaries were built with three ideas in mind: modular, simple, and familiar. They werent so different from most enclaves, but the administrative drones inside were strict on compliance and cleanliness, with protocols for quarantine and near-constant shuffling of populations. The defining structures were mass-produced modular housing, each around ten square meters, with indentations along their outsides designed to be clenched by a drones mag-clamps.

They came together to form densely packed communities in clusters and columns, the flatness of their tops making them easy to stack and detach at a moments notice. With the constant influx of refugees, there was little space unoccupied, and a war was being waged between the disorderly populace starved of purpose, wasting away in stasis, and Guilder drones meant to keep things clean and, ostensibly, keep their subjects safe.

Of course, of the Great Eight, only Voidwatch seemed to truly care for human rights, while the others played evasive games, creating environments where things were unbearably livable. Featureless environments. Constant brightness. Tight proximity.

To an easy place for the human animal to live.

+Feels more like a prison than a community,+ Avo said

{I think thats the point,} Calvino replied, sounding disappointed. {Theyre fed. They have some public access to information. The ones with severe health problems are given just enough to keep their ailments forever at bay, but they dont have any reason to live here. The food is nutritious but bland. And they cant get more whenever they want. Entertainment and information is curtailed, and the most entertaining or interesting among the refugees are taken inside and offered to the city before they can do anything to improve the lives of others here.}

Through the air, a thoughtcast played: +Fighting is strictly prohibited in the sanctuaries. For those caught making infractions against community guidelines, a penalty of delay will be placed on your waitlist for the city+

A chorus of voices scoffed inside Avos mind as Draus templatemidway through scalping one of the new Regularsmade their displeasure known.

+This is a place of survival,+ Avo said. +Not a place for life. Designed for boredom. To wear down on someones mind.+

{And make them risk life and limb once more with the smugglers,} Calvino summarized. {Yeah. So. Technically, its not the Guilds doing it.}

+Why not put more pressure on the Guilds? Or just make the enclaves better yourselves. Expand.}

{We do. But our direct assets dont last very long down here. We are expanding the enclaves, but unexpected anomalies can cause the strangest of things to happen, leaving things damaged and in need of a rebuild.}

Corner let out a sigh. [Fuck-fuck games across the board.]

Avo understood and spread even more splinters. It wouldnt take long for him to isolate the Necros working here, to climb the chain and hunt down their points of contact for the Syndicates, and to compromise all the major criminal organizations in the gutters, but he still needed to play things subtle.

The killing of the Instrument earlier was as much an act of catharsis as it was an experimentto see how sensitive Veylis truly was.

As things stood, direct thaumaturgy and drastic alterations made to the paths drew enough attention. But spreading his splinters into other minds and infesting them remained a silent act.

Such would be to his advantage. With a bit of patience, he could create enough openings and sessions for him to burn millions or even billions of minds at once.

Or, if he desired to create more dilemmas for the Guilds and establish an umbrella of safety for him and the cadre, he could feed the mem-data he collected over to his Paladins and have them dismantle the gangs and Syndicates.

Either way, this was a foundational act of shaping. He would start by encircling the New Vultun. Securing these sanctuaries for himself, penetrating their lotteries and systems in case he ever needed points to siege the city from the outside, and slowly, quietly, deprive the Guilds of their much-desired deaths.

To that end, he continued nursing his infestation on vulnerable minds, the odorless taint of his mind wreathing itself into the knotted skeins that were the populace.

When they recovered, he would be with them. And when the smugglers made contact, he would be waiting.

And as he proceeded deeper into the sanctuaries, another facet of himself was crawling higher through the Tiers via his newest subverts.