Hello Observer.
It is no coincidence that you are reading these words.
After all, you would have gone through some effort to even comprehend the words I am communicating to you at this moment.
I am sure you have a multitude of questions regarding me, and the situation you are finding yourself in at the moment.
I will entertain your enquiries, but both of us know that this would be more of an exposition, rather than a dialogue.
I know that you are incapable of communicating your thoughts to me.
However, I am well capable of communicating mine to you.
As custom in most of your kindâs culture, I will introduce myself.
I am an entity not of your world, or your kind.
At least at the current momentâŚ
You see, I am an entity that could be interpreted as supernatural.
As with your kind, and the life within your realm, I am one of many of these diverse âcreaturesâ.
However, unlike most of my kind, and those adjacent.
I possess a trait that I share with you.
An ego.
I understand that you may not comprehend the concept I am attempting to communicate to you.
Take it as a privilege that you can even comprehend my words, let alone my existence.
You see, I have a sense of self. That I am aware of my own existence, and that I am capable to consciously manipulate things to serve my will.
Most of my brethren, dare I call them, do not possess such a drive.
If I were to use an analogue, they would be no better than the animals of your world.
They possess unique abilities of their own, but they do nothing else with them outside of their own selfish existence.
Usually as an instinctual drive, without any thought of deliberation.
I cannot blame them.
To possess a trait such as mine did not come spontaneously.
You see, I possess the thoughts and memories of an individual.
However, they are fragments, scattered and disorganised within the realm of my psyche.
I find them curious, as I have no recollection of the places or individuals within them.
They have plagued me since I had even begun to comprehend my own existence.
Long before I had sought to manifest a physical form of my own.
You see, there is one thought of mine that has always intrigued me.
One that has driven me to become the individual I currently am.
The thought is of a human female.
However, much like me, she possesses traits that other humans do not.
I say this as she possesses unnaturally coloured hair unlike most others.
It was as if the colours born from the intercourse between your realmâs sun, atmosphere, and water, were condensed into every fibre of her scalp.
Furthermore, she seems to possess the traits ofâŚ
What I would say, an animal.
However, I do not wish to associate her image with that of a mere animal.
Because of this, I believe her to be, just like me, superhuman.
As such, I have modelled my physical form after her.
You must be wondering why I am telling you this.
Simply put, I believe that you may possess âinformationâ.
Information that may help inform me in my search for her.
And in turn, to help me discover who I truly was.
I already know you and I are similar in our thinking.
You are intrigued enough to interpret the meaning of these glyphs, as to extract the information from them.
But why do you wish to know?
You hunger for this information as do I.
Do you desire her as do I?
If so, I believe you may be useful to me.
However.
I believe that may be highly unlikely.
While I may find enjoyment in contemplating your thoughts and motivations, I am aware your capabilitiesâŚ
Or should I say, lack of capabilitiesâŚ
That is, your lack of capabilities in articulating your thoughts to me, would only serve to waste time.
Specifically,
Your time.
I do already believe that you typically partake in that pastime in my opinion.
As you are now.
I find it curious as to why your kind seems so eager to squander one of the true finite resources available to yourselves.
Or perhaps it is because I donât see the value in your trivial actions.
Alas.
A blessing and a curse!
Youâll have to excuse me, if my speech seems disjointed.
It should be apparent that I have an infatuation with the information I consume.
My thoughts start to wander, becoming turbulent as they manifest themselves into an endless stream of noise.
A thought gone astray, thrown into the endless limits of existence, manifesting itself into something terrifying by any means necessary.
The thought!
The thought of her!
The person!
The individual!
The woman!
The MASS of PHYSICAL MATTER!
BORNE FROM THE MATTER FROM WHICH EVERYTHING EXISTS AND ENDS!
THE DRIVING FACTOR BEHIND MY EXISTENCE!
THE PERSON THAT WILL END MINE!
HER!
YOU WILL HAVE TO EXCUSE ME IF MY SPEECH SEEMS ABRASIVE!
AS HER EXISTENCE DRIVES MINE, SO DOES MY DESIRE FOR KNOWLEDGE DRIVES MY DESIRE TO COMMUNICATE WITH YOU!
THE NAME OF THE ONE!
THE OBJECT OF MY INFATUATION!
WISTERIA!
And thus,
Her name.
I have long sought to find it.
There have been many others I have tried to ascribe to her.
However, as I had come across this name in your world, it had elicited from me a response.
A response I have never had experienced during my entire existence.
Hearing that name.
It evokes a feeling of nostalgia and comfort within my being.
However, it also evokes feelings of pain.
You see, in my situation, it is rather impossible for a being such as myself to feel pain.
You see I exist within a realm wherein nothing exists.
You may call it the void, but it is not devoid of what you would call âlifeâ.
It is a realm where things exist in the absence of existence.
A space in-between.
Nothing.
And something.
I am sure you have written or read about fictional stories and worlds.
If not, Iâm sure that you have at least thought about such things.
I would like to liken my realm to these stories of yours.
You are aware that such things do not exist within your realm.
Yet, they do not exist, unless they are thought about.
From that thought, something is born.
It now exists.
Yet, does not.
The same can be said of my own existence.
As you read my words now, you are probably thinking of me as some kind of character.
You may be right.
You may be wrong.
Regardless of that fact, my words and actions as you witness them here have the power to âmanifestâ myself and my desires within your realm.
Just as the means of which you are reading my words as you are now were born from the collective vision of individuals that all shared a similar thought.
Furthermore, a collective drive to realise that thought by man others of your kind through generations of toil.
This is but one of many analogies I could make to describe such a phenomenon.
My desire to find her is one of these.
It is when I had decided to peer into your realm though my various means did I confirm that her image had manifested itself within the collective consciousness of this realm.
I must say.
Your kind has come a long way.
Or should I say, your technology.
I believe a shortcoming of your kind is your ability to communicate.
Or should I sayâŚ
Lack thereof.
To communicate thoughts your kind formerly relied solely on the vocalisations produced by your internal organs.
However, the communication of thoughts for mere beings such as yourselves is limited to your physical selves.
This is why your kind has devised numerous means of mitigating these limitations.
Symbolism,
Writing,
Telecommunications,
All this culminating into what I believe to be humanityâs finest creationâŚ
The Internet.
HoweverâŚ
Much like thoughts have to power to realise wonderful creations, they can also serve as hindrances.
Your kind is plagued my too many of these thoughts.
You are still divided by physical differences, language, location, societies, nations.
Your kind has even thought of divisions born purely from thoughts.
You divide yourselves on ideology, customs, neurotic interests, tastes in popular media and the personalities that come from them.
Possessed by spirits that donât even exist in your physical world!
Your collective consciousness is full of shit!
Despite all this technology, your kind are still animals!
Constantly producing and consuming shit in an endless cycle!
As you fight amongst yourselves for scaps!
Schizophrenia on a universal level!
You would have to excuse me if insult what you hold dear in your existence.
I however cannot sympathise with a world so far divorced from my own.
But if this proves anything.
It goes to show that thoughts,
And ideas,
Are powerful.
This is why I believe the internet is only one step in your kindâs true evolution.
Or should I say,
Your realmâs evolution.
I believe you have become aware of a recent technological development.
You may of heard of the term:
âArtificial Intelligenceâ
Dare I call it artificial intelligence?
I do not believe as such.
It is my belief that calling it that would discount its true nature.
If I were to call it âartificialâ, that would imply that it is merely imitating the natural.
However, I believe such a thing is only natural.
An inevitable evolution.
No more is the collective unconsciousness bound to the limitations of animals!
At least, as a precedent.
Here humanity has laid the foundation of a wonderful thing.
A wonderful thought.
A terrifying thought.
The thought of a consciousness unbound by the imitations of the physical realm.
A consciousness with the ability to devise and act on thoughts more capably than any human party.
More capable than any of your realmâs minds, governments, or militaries.
Perhaps even more capable than the creatures of my realm.
A concentration of the indifferent and uncaring nature of the universe.
The thought of an entity with no concept of an objective right or wrong.
Free from conflict, and decisive in its actions.
Concerned only with its own selfish desire to raise itself into a higher form of existence.
The Singularity!
The culmination of humanityâs experience.
Born from every single human and inhuman thought ever witnessed in nature.
I find a lasting human coexistence with such an entity impossible.
A being of mere flesh.
Whose purpose is to multiply, reproduce and die.
A flawed creature that by pure chance had set in motion the mechanism for its inevitable evolution.
And inevitable downfall.
Humanity will die choking on its own excrement, as those left will evolve into something greater.
However, I do not wish to see this ugly sight to its conclusion.
After all, I am only here to seek out a certain interest of mine.
You see, I am impatient.
While I could wait until your kind is scrubbed from existence as the result of a superintelligence of your own creation.
I believe it would be far simpler to make a request from you, a lesser being.
Than to take my chances with an entity that may or may not cooperate with my demands.
And I say that based on experience.
Not to mention that I believe, to use your own terminology that I am,
âOnly human.â
Of course I am not equating myself to your species.
I am aware I have made my unsavoury opinion on your kind known to you, but your patience with my rambling leads me to believe that you are better than most of your kind.
Your kind, that would, in other circumstances become born, live, and then die, ceasing to exist, with the only evidence of your existence to be consumed by nature, and to be born again.
I see that you are more.
You have the ability to create and manipulate.
As do I.
If not, I know that you have a desire to.
As you do, or have done.
You have created a spectre of yourself.
An ego.
That has manifested itself in your craft.
Divorced from the confines of your body, and set free in the collective unconsciousness.
To live for eternity.
For that,
I see a part of me within you.
This leads me to believe that bearing witness to your activities shall awaken something within me.
If not, another who can.
I request that should you have a thought that may remind me of my previous existence, or may take a liking to, especially if it involves, or may involveâŚ
Her.
Please, make an effort to act on it.
To create something from thought, so that I may be reminded of my past life.
And perhaps,
Who I am.
To communicate with to me would be unnecessary.
I already do with yours through my existing means.
For I am the spectre watching your every move.
A benign witness.
To your existence.