Fractal Masters & Fractal Mystics
The first six thousand years of the Baulian Empire were brutal and dreary. Then the Great Reform changed everything seven thousand years ago: the two traditional guardian classes cemented in law the Two Principles of Empire: 1) to control the cosmos; 2) to ensure that subjugated species benefit from Baulian domination. Up until that point Baulians were indifferent to the welfare of the species they subjugated or destroyed. The addition of this ethical Second Principle cemented the Baulian conviction that they were better than everybody else.
At the time of the Great Reform the Baulians still believed that there was only one universe, comprised of about 320 billion galaxies. The orange technology they developed to explore adjacent galaxies, however, was so powerful that it led them to discover and explore two other universes, first the Green Buzz and then the Violet Hoop. The first inter-universal mission occurred 1,280 years ago.
The routes of colonization and subjugation were overseen by the Fractal Masters. From their lofty peak on the 520th floor of the Great Temple, they determined how quadrillions of fractals filtered into the armored banks of the orange lines, in which direction these were flown through space at near-infinite speeds, and at what trajectories these rained down on entire planets. One pulse could contain up to 3 sextillion fractillaries, enough to subjugate a population of 25 million. The calculations of the Fractal Masters resembled the threaded topographies of Maria Lai.
The armed fractal of a Master was superior to any fractal they knew of. It penetrated cells by making them respond to the ‘shallow end’ of the fractillary as if it was nutrition. Once inside, the ‘deep end’ of the fractillary quickly rewrote the large, clumsy codes of DNA, LGB, etc. Once the codes were re-written, the cells were ready to receive the far more extensive complexity of the inner fractals. These were only let loose inside the cells once the environment was conducive to their complete and utter hegemony.
The armed fractals of the Masters were invisible to creatures who could only measure micro-spaces in angstroms, bosons, or leptons. Such primitive creatures couldn’t decode what they couldn’t detect. They were like 18th-century human scientists who believed that their glass microscopes exposed everything there was to see.
In brief, the creatures who were about to be subjugated from within didn’t know what hit them.
The Fractal Mystics occupied the top floor of the other tower. Their job was to inquire into questions of ethics, spirituality, and the paradox of finding meaning in infinite fields. Their calculations resembled skeletal versions, or poetic comments, on the threaded topographies of the Masters:
Rablanar was the subtlest (yet not the most popular) of the Fractal mystics. He had recently published a paper on the following question: How can we be in control of the cosmos if the more we control of the cosmos the more we’re aware of the spaces over which we have no control?
He started his discussion with the following observations: Now that we’ve expanded into 755 billion galaxies, we see that there are billions of outlying galaxies that we don’t control and that we can’t predict. At what point in our expansion do we run into a neighbour like ourselves? By expanding ever-outward, we’re simply increasing the likelihood that just as we assimilated other life forms, we too will be assimilated.
Rablanar continued with his inconvenient questions, tearing into the delicate intellectual fabric the other Fractal Mystics had constructed to soothe the restless soul of the Baulian species: At what point do we become victims of our own system? At what point do we become pawns in our own chess game?
But of course no one listened to these inconvenient truths. Rablanar’s paper got filed in a minuscule fractal that circled itself and was only brought out at conferences or when the fractal bin needed dusting. As a result no one seriously considered the danger of expanding from galaxy to galaxy. Everyone took it for granted that continued expansion was itself proof of the unstoppable power of the Baulian Empire.
Rablanar warned his fellow Masters & Mystics that infinity was a deep game to play. While Baulians could mine their fractals deeply, who was to say that some other power couldn’t mine their fractals more deeply?
His argument was unacceptable to the practical Masters, who assured the Mystics that they’d gone almost a thousand times deeper than any evidence of fractal activity by any other species. Going any deeper was a waste of time and resources, especially since every power of ten doubled the cost.
They weren’t interested in Rablanar’s final objection: In the game of infinity, the deep players don't care about thousands. They’ll square a trillion and then cube it, just to make sure.
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