Chapter 19: 19. Noosfera: World of Comfort—End: Continue (2)

19. Noosfera: World of Comfort—End: Continue (2)

"Are you alright, Noddy?"

I had surged the Sky Gate to the storage room of Terra Academy, and somehow by this Goddess, I wasn't a warped skinless Minusfolk. Elseways I comfortably rested on her Space-calling Pane within her space.

Her eyes two comforting moons that gave light in the night as she worriedly stared. "If I didn't use my Individualistic-calling Numen Power to etch my life vibrancy to you, you would've died. Your LVL would've been at minus," said Scordi.

"Scordi, I love you," I said.

"I'm glad your thankful. What happened?" Scordi asked.

I said it like it was, Rubicon Allfather, my little sister—went rogue.

"What is up with the women in your family, seriously?" Scordi guided two of her GOLEM's to examine my body. "You weft your Surgem," she examined, looking at the projected Light Array information, she said. "Your vibrancy isn't the only thing that's low, besides your Intelligence which is DBlue, everything else is Red." With a heavy sigh. "You barely talk to me for ten years and now you show up like this?"

"Sorry," I said.

"Well, I have classes to teach now, so you stay here until I'm done," Scordi left the space.

A question that was plaguing my mind and something I didn't mention to Scordi as I slept was the sudden Sound-calling I heard in my head that sounded like my Grandpa.

("So your finally awake! She's a beautiful one. I say you marry her, she'd give me marvellous grandchildren!")

What the—

My nous was within a completely different realm. A black space with a circular white table surrounded by my old men, the forefathers of the House of Allfather. I recognised all their faces from records and stories my Dad told, they're were six of them. Besides my oldest ancestor who wore a black school uniform, several pieces of gothic jewellery—and looked younger, the rest wore the spray-on clothing techne that emerged at the later half of the Human Era.

"You guys are my forefathers. Previous sovereign of the House of Allfather." I stated the obvious, but not knowing where I was, it's the only thing I could come up with that made sense.

Alberto Allfather, was the first to talk.

"I see. He's like me," said Alberto.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"As you can see, unlike the old men here, I'm wearing a school uniform, it's because I have the same Individualistic-calling as you but the opposite. I'm able to commune with my descendants, this version of me you witness hasn’t founded the House of Allfather yet, so this power is a form of Retrocausality, the future effecting the past," Alberto explained.

Alberto Allfather, the First Allfather. Blood red hair, and night eyes, he wore a black school uniform and several pieces of gothic jewellery, the founder of the House of Allfather with his harem of fifteen wives.

Menos Allfather, the second Head of the House of Allfather. Black hair like mine, his spray-on clothing was patterned with sigils, the pioneer of all Graviton based techne, he had the coldest demeanour out of all of them.

Crete Allfather, the third Head of the House of Allfather. Short silver hair and a mean mug with a scar across his face, his spray-on clothing looked more like a black suit of armour for his larger than life body. Out of all forefathers, I recall my father saying Crete suffered the most, being born in the cruellest period of change. Because of Menos—with the development of new techne, of course used for war, Crete was born in warring times.

Warren Allfather, the fourth Head of the House of Allfather. This is the ancestor I find the most vile, but his choices eventually brought peace, his black spray-on made him look like a warden, and that's also what he pioneered, the way he dealt with convicts after the war, the Nullsman. He had long burgundy hair and squinted look to his eyes and mouth.

Lunes Allfather, the fifth Head of the House of Allfather. Despite his gentle face, with a radiant light demeanour he's incredibly muscular. He pioneered the current state of the house, law and order, as well as the Graviton Guide system the Thunderland sphere once had before having designated guilds, he and his party of Guides which later other sovereign families would adopt, were the only protectors the sphere had, he had flaxen hair and caerulean eyes, Dad said he was the strongest and the one who most inspired him.

Wodan Allfather, the sixth Head of the House of Allfather. My Grandpa, he pioneered in abolishing the Graviton Guide system in Thunderland, as he believed the Vile Vortex shouldn't be withheld, he thought it is important and necessary that Noumenon start spending more time to invent and decipher ways and means to tackle the Vile Vortices rather than relying on a small group of people to do everything for them, by facing them head-on instead of going in a roundabout manner and avoiding them. To birth something truly boundless.

In realisation of all this, all my old men probably hate each other, they were all drastically different people.

Crete was the second to speak. "I can't believe you got beaten by your own sister. Can you truly call yourself a descendant of mine?"

My Grandpa—Wodan vouched fisting the table. "Hey, easy with the insults, my Nodin is a good boy, a splendid boy, not only that he is our future!"

"Are you sure about that?" said Warren.

That's when I noticed the empty spot on the table.

"You noticed?" Alberto pointed. "There used to be someone else here, I think he comes after you, Ninus, or perhaps Rubicon. He had crimson hair and purple eyes, and an Individualistic-calling of his own, since you’re here now, perhaps something will change," said Alberto.

Menos spoke with a cold attitude. "Life is a forever evolving process, the idea of things staying that same and being conserved will only delay our inevitable change. Their most be limits to this Retrocausality that we yet do not understand," said Menos.

Lunes' face became serious. "Well, change brings about conflict, I say we do have to keep some things the same, sameness creates less divide and with less divide comes less conflicting values," said Lunes.

"What do you know about conflict?" said Crete.

"Here they go again, old men and their talks," said Alberto.

As I heard them speak, I thought of my Dad, he would've loved this. "Granddad, where's Dad?" I asked.

My Grandpa's eyes darkened. "My little Gradus' soul was warped to minus. He will not be able to join us."

That's when I had the realisation, the Minusfolk in the alleyways, and Junius' reaction, chains came upon body, the same chain that had withheld my desire to do anything. To keep moving. "So what am I doing here?" I asked.

They stayed silent. A question I had to answer myself.

"I see," I said.

Lunes explained. "We can only guide you towards that answer through our experience."

"What am I missing that you all have?" I asked.

"Wait, don't tell me," Menos understood.

"What's wrong?" Wodan asked.

"That is the look of someone who no longer desires for battle," said Crete.

"Don't do it," said Lunes.

"As expected," said Warren.

"I see that explains it," said Alberto.

"Right. I'm going to put shame to all of you," I said.

I think as a collective they understood why one chair was empty now.

If the descendant that would come from me or perhaps Rubicon was gone, the descendant Markya saw inaugurating that last Noosfera—the Warped Barbelo's Womb and the continuous of all. A perpetual Noogenesis forever and always.

I was done.

I envisioned the possible life.

If I had to continue, it would be with Scordi.

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She's saved me more than once and at one point she was my reason to continue, just proving to her that I was something.

But I'm done.

I'm not going to continue.

This is it.

I've been dealing with it long enough.

I knew they were going to try to convince me.

That's the purpose of this CultofPersonali(Y) Numen Power, for me to be like one of them.

But I'm done.

What ever family line that would be the forever continuous from me, they'll be gone too.

I won't harm anyone, and I won't selfishly hurt those around me.

This is it. Those chains held me down—heavier than ever.

I'm done.

I'm sorry Scordi. I wish there was a way I could evaporate completely like Uncle Zosimos did.

That would be a much better way to go out.

But I'm done looking forward to, and I'm done looking back.

Her fists were like two massive hammers to my chest. "Wake up!"

Typically I would be embarrassing myself with these pitiful thoughts alone within my manhole, it had been like this for over a decade. I knew I wouldn't grow out of them, its hard to change adults, they always return to their pitiful states after a week or two, and if they actually conquer themselves and bring change, that's what I consider to be a miracle. Was that what I was waiting for, a miracle that would solve all my problems, that would bring my brother back, that would save my sister from this curse the women in my family have? Would I want to pass down this curse… this curse of continuous?

"Ouch!" I sounded, the last hit from Scordi probably broke a couple ribs.

"What are you doing?" Scordi asked, her face was trying to squeeze any tears from coming out. "Your vibrancy keeps getting lower, even after you recover."

I looked at her with a begging look. "Scordi, I'm tired of counting my days," I said.

"Then why come back into my life at all?" she asked.

"I shouldn't have, I'm sorry," I said.

"That Dark Blue Intelligence has definitely beaten my Light Blue. You've manipulated me, now I have to help you," said Scordi.

With free time Scordi was willing to listen.

I opened up to her, she already knew about the face-off against the Acelerado King, but not what it led to, or exactly what happened prior in terms of learning more about the Talehart.

On her hover chair she beheld everything I had to say, it's like she was my greatly needed therapist. It was good to have someone listen.

Scordi took a deep breath, she patiently exhaled, and said. "The curse of knowing too much. I always thought what someone smarter than me would be like. Sincerely, I believe it would be difficult to resist committing suicide. You would feel absolutely helpless, cynical, and alone. Misanthropy for you own, would be unbearable. The alternative, they could probably get to the position of cosmic ruler quite rapidly, in my opinion. However, as we have seen before, total authority corrupts utterly and has a negative effect. The uninteresting aspects of living with many bags of water would motivate me to construct a spaceship and go exploring though. Maybe that's what you should do Noddy, explore. You might see the same things repeated over and over again, or perhaps I could place a Null-calling on you, there's something going on with you and your metabolic rate, your supporting something your body is not supposed to handle, yet here you are. My Noddy, to think that I’d see you again... I'm happy."

My eyes felt heavy. It was my queue to place my forearm over my eyes, I didn't want Scordi to see my tears. Scordi got up from her chair and embraced, patting my head as if I was a child.

"There-there," she said. Scordi reached for the back of my neck, touching the spray-on, my clothes faded. "Huh, no over reaction from having it weft, that Junyun du stuff is valid." She placed her right hand on my forehead and trailed her fingers down.

"Whoa," my body jolted.

"What I'm currently grasping is your tool of creation, Noddy. When's the last time some of that energy surge from your noggin all the way down here?" Scordi asked.

There was no response, the answer was never.

"I see," Scordi began rubbing with her soft warm fingers, I felt blood going all the way down there for the first time in twenty three years of my life. "This is the teleology of man Noddy, or at least mankind, which is why we're here, it's why we continue to exist, the desire of this—tiny, whoa."

It grew.

"That's why its fun doing it with males, I see." Scordi nodded her head twice. She was able to clasp it with both hands now, she looked at it bewildered, and then sniffed. "That is a horrible smell, but its also penetrating my mind to do wrong things to it."

("Score!") I heard my Granddad's voice.

("Do not miss this opportunity,") I heard Menos' cold voice.

("The pity tactic, well done my descendant,") Alberto snickered.

("Give it to her like a warrior, Nodin,") Crete demanded.

("Correct, perhaps I should give him some pointers that will break her entirely,") said Warren.

("You guys are going to make it awkward, leave our boy be!") Lunes silenced them.

"What the hell, it softened again," said Scordi.

I shook my head to get a hold of myself. I felt a sudden surge of power as Scordi wanted it to get bigger, the awkwardness weft. I thought back, I've known Scordi since we were kids, I have emotional attachment to her, I wanted to give, and show her the unbending love I have for her.

"It's growing again," said Scordi. "What! It's even bigger now!"

That's when I thought of my human ancestors record—Alberto, fifteen wives, twenty five kids. That record he created, there's an even older ancestor that I have, this legend has passed for generations. He was a tribe leader who owned slaves, his own people, and all the women within that tribe were his wives, he had twenty five wives and forty five kids. My ancestor matriarch would be scared whenever my ancestors aunties would bring boyfriends home, the first thing she did was ask for the boys' last name in fear that her daughter would marry a distant relative.

An awkward smile came upon my face.

Scordi smiled as well.

"Are my over reactions hilarious?" she asked.

She then compared it to her arm.

"Whoa, that's weird," I said.

"Yeah, this monster needs to make its rounds." Scordi mischievously smiled.

For a month straight, I became a tool which Scordi passed around in showcase to her friends.

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