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Post by Genesis Letlove on Jul 18, 2017 14:35:37 GMT -8
Inside of the small and triple-clasped black leather-bound book that he now always carried close to his chest, these words were written on the flyleaf:
This book, lets call it the "Chronology Chronicle", is intended to keep the record straight. I am afraid that without something to review upon, the mind will be a ship lost in a sea of indecipherable data. Hopefully, I can burn this book before it is ever read. If not, know that I did not embark upon this journey for personal gain. I am not a madman. I am not evil. But I had to try, for you. Always for you...
-Genesis
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Post by Genesis Letlove on Jul 18, 2017 14:51:10 GMT -8
Entry 1:
The Raven has, as always, delivered. The beddown location has been established at the High Stare Home in the northern most portion of Tyran. The grounds have seen better days, but all critical elements are functioning well enough to allow my work to continue. There remains much to be done before the vision can be realized, but my hand is steady and resolution absolute. I am also not without a starting point--that place where the first step is taken.
My time in the Expanse was enlightening, if not frightening. The indigenous people of the Expanse, the Senatori, are exponentially more advanced and entirely alien in their way of life as compared to that which currently resides in Tyran, or as they call it "The Reach". I wager I could fill this entire logbook, front, back, and again once more with what I witnessed on the other side of the Divide. While I entertain the idea of publishing my experience, that will not be the purpose of these entries. I merely find it worthwhile to acknowledge the source of my inquiries, so that in the event I am consumed by my work, someone finds this. Find it so that I can express the following: This place, the relics of my labor I leave behind, are beyond your comprehension. Their value will be nothing compared to the toil and trouble it will inflict upon you. If you are strong enough, destroy everything and burn it all down. If not, leave this place and do not return, least your mind no longer be your own.
- GL
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Post by Genesis Letlove on Jul 18, 2017 15:15:00 GMT -8
Entry 2:
After reviewing the services rendered by the Raven and assessing the overall readiness of the High Stare Home, I have returned to New Arisalon. I spent this day in the city archives, researching earlier works concerning mages that had attempted to navigate the river of time--both within the old Empire and without. The books were not difficult to locate, the library being impeccably well ordered, but it was obvious by the dust nestled between them that they had rarely been consulted. That would probably be due in no small part to the fact that no mage or group of mages had ever been successful in stepping forward or backward through time. It was why the stasis pods had been used vice simply teleporting into the future. Why the loss of the Empire had never been corrected at the source.
The best any mage had achieved was briefly scrying through time. But it was unwieldy. Unpredictable. Unreliable. Torgann, a Prime Magus and philosopher from the Afanz Dominion, had theorized that travelling backwards would not be physically or magically possible due to a mechanism the universe must use to prevent paradox, such as the one presented by going back to murder yourself. He posited that the universe could not allow one to step backwards and kill themselves because that would create a loop that could not exist logically or be resolved intelligently and thus is prevented. I tend to agree with this notion, but it does leave room to wonder. What if one were to go back and do something that COULD exist logically and COULD be resolved intelligently? I believe the answer lives with the peculiar way the Senatori record their history. I will need more time for analysis.
- GL
The bindings of this page are lined with scribbled equations and names of philosophers and other men of magic.
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Post by Genesis Letlove on Jul 18, 2017 16:05:37 GMT -8
Entry 3:
This morning I spent time at breakfast mulling over how New Arisalon had repelled its recent invaders. Then a question came to mind that I had not previously thought to ask: WHY had it repelled the attackers in the first place? A query I had never entertained because the answer is self-evident--self-preservation. The reason nothing that exists allows itself to be torn asunder without any effort. Perhaps it is INTENT that limits the ability to move freely on the great spectrum of time? I will need a way to test this hypothesis, which returns me to the earlier wonder of how the Senatori record their history. It is truly something.
Contained within handheld cube-like devices they call "Tomarisone Logii Codoxi" or literally the "Knowledge of Logic Codices", is the collective knowledge amassed by the Senatori--each cube sorted by topic of inquiry. While most subjects were available to myself and the others that had accompanied me from Snowflake more than a decade ago, there was a restricted section of the repository. I can only speculate what may be held therein. From what I could access though, the setup was uniform. Despite each cube containing a different volume of information, the Codoxi all operate in the same manner.
The device is first placed at one's feet, its surface is a nondescript gray with a single button on its top face. Once depressed, sections of the cube retract to reveal whirling gears. As their spin gains momentum, a deep green light begins emanating from the crystalline power source at its core and a muffled chirp can be heard. The chirp is then proceeded by the cube closing its exposed areas and the sudden appearance of a puddle-like portal that forms in front of the user and quickly snaps into focus. The portal is always large enough to accommodate the user. Stepping through, one finds themselves in a wooden room that has no discernible point of egress. Nothing but the user appears to be in the room. Next, an organized index of selectable knowledge materializes in the mind's eye. Once the desired knowledge is chosen, more of the green light shimmers through the gaps between the wood. Then the walls seemingly fade away into nothing and you are standing among the requested knowledge as it is taking place. This grants the user the ability to witness events firsthand. You are able to see and hear, but you cannot smell, taste, touch, or communicate with anything that is being shown. The memory plays out in the language of the user, and regardless of your experience, the knowledge is somehow understood by the user. Even a layman would be able to see and understand the complex teachings of Terect XI, the foremost mathematician of the Senatori. But it always plays out as if you were there...
And I am beginning to believe you are. The Senatori must have found a way to shield the river of time from the user's intent, thus ensuring self-preservation. It is for this reason I will now focus my research on the Codoxi. Firstly, it is time I sent once more for the Raven. Despite my reservations about him, he always makes good on his word. If he says he can fulfill my request, he will. Given the exotic nature of my work... I fear my choices are limited.
- GL
At the bottom of the page is a sketch of a cube with "there are thousands" written next to it.
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Post by Genesis Letlove on Aug 11, 2017 8:52:13 GMT -8
Several pages seem to be missing, torn from the stitching.
Entry 27:
The previous ideas all climaxed at mathematical incongruities. Frustrating as they were, they are but stepping stones along the path of progress. A path I am determined to navigate. How could I not? She had shown them to me. Shelzi revealed a reality I did not know existed. I now know where my attention must focus.
Up until this point, my assumption had been that a universal mechanism existed which prevented a traveler from exercising their will in the past--a matter of maintaining internal self-consistency. After weeks of research, debate, and testing, I have determined this to be false. I now believe the Senatori designed their cubes with an expanded, more stringent, version of the mechanism that is actually in place. Presumably, the Senatori knew what could happen if unfettered access to their collective memories was granted. Thus while using the cubes, it was impossible to influence the outcome of what was being seen. I experienced a similar sensation when Shelzi sent me through the looking glass. Except in this case I believe I was merely glimpsing a vision of the past, not actually there.
I have a new hypothesis: So long as no attempts are made to cause paradox, the will of the traveler CAN be exerted. To this end, I have reconstructed a crude Senatori cube with the intent to venture back without the relative restrictions imposed by the original cubes.
My goal is to build my own version of the stasis pods and allow Catherine to join me in the slumber through time. Hopefully awakening the moment I am set to. I realize the one final paradox this presents--If I solve the reason which compelled me to take these drastic measures, essentially putting the solution before the problem, then I will have removed my reason to create the solution in the first place and thus create a paradoxical loop. I have one final hypothesis to weigh against this dilemma...
The paradox exists only if a logical outcome cannot be produced. In this case, the outcome would mean I, the author of this journal, the Genesis of today, would cease to exist. All of my actions post stepping out of the stasis pod will be gone--undone. The version of me that has lived on in the absence of Catherine and the old empire will fade into an empty blackness. This will allow the rules governing the machinations of time to arrive at a logical conclusion. The changes made to the past would simply become the past, the inconsistencies wiped clean from the slate. I will cease to be.
A small price.
-GL
More sketches of closed time-like loops are etched in the remaining space below his writing. Circled among the scribbles is what appears to be a date, but without the year identified. If it is meant for the current year, then the date is a several weeks away.
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