The Great Game 🎲 Vicino Prossimo
By the Light of Fractals 2
3 Million Years
April 1, 2018
Talfar looked again at the verse from The Book of Fractals:
Shine a white beam on the fractal orb’s colourful world, a microcosm in time, then let the beam continue on its path. A white line travelling in space across more fractals in time, through them, around them, across the Stream of Time itself into the Open Field.
Whenever Talfar was overwhelmed he went back to the sacred text, written a million years ago. From their laboratory caves above Vicino Prossimo’s Purple Sea, the Sette Sagi (Seven Sages) used fractal orbs to see all situations. They used their deep knowledge of fractal mining to plant worlds within worlds, and to harness the infinite power of the infinitesimal. Their Book of Fractals shaped Vicinese culture and technology for the next million years. It gave inspiration to every Vicinese, whose deepest desire was for universal peace, order, and good government. The Holy Book had an entire chapter on it: Pace, Ordine, E Buon Governo.
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History
The Seven Sages were an idealistic lot, yet they were also realistic, and never tired of repeating that I popoli che non amano portare le proprie armi finiscono per portare le armi degli altri (People who don’t like carrying their own weapons end up carrying the weapons of other people). As a result, the Holy Book also provided a blueprint for the benevolent Vicinese hegemony of the nordern hemisphere, and for their general improvement of the Kraslika itself.
Yet the distance from pace to duce — from peace to Mussolini — wasn’t as far as the sages imagined.
As the Vicinese expanded, they came into contact with billions of species, none more formidable than the Fallarians, who had developed their own dark fractal technology. The period of expansion between 2 and 1 million years ago was the bloodiest ever. It’s euphemistically referred to as The Time of Solar and Galactic Struggles.
Once the Vicinese and Fallarians gained control of their own vast universes (which contained about ten trillion galaxies each), they ventured toward the other 11 universes of the Kraslika, all of which had about a trillion galaxies each.
As the Vicinese penetrated soodward, into the serene skies and liquid cadences of the Dolcezza Cluster, they learned to translate their clear truths to the drowsy understandings of the lesser species, all the time making sure that they didn’t make them feel they were being talked down to by their betters. The mid-belt was an even greater challenge, since these species felt that they somehow lay at the centre of the cosmos. It was true, they did live at the centre, but the Vicinese did their best to make them understand that they were looking at things from the side and not the top. Looking vertically (down from the nordern pole), Vicino Prossimo was aligned perfectly at the centre of the Kraslika. The Vicinese soon discovered it was best not to articulate the implications of this fact, and let the mid-belters figure out for themselves who the superior species was.
As the Vicinese advanced into the soodern belt of Nebulast, their advance slowed when they came face to face with the warriors of the Frozen Skiff and the Yellow Sky. The Vicinese light became weaker and their message of Enlightenment became more difficult to see as it sank deeper into the murky regions of the Black Pulse. There, the Fallarians had built an equally impressive civilization based on what they called The Inalienable Rights of Individual Freedom.
Half a million years ago the Vicinese and the Fallarians agreed to keep to their respective ends of the Kraslika. The Middle Belt, composed of the Great Triangle and the Grey Phantom clusters, was designated neutral territory. As a result, the Kraslika became relatively stable. The Two Empires supplied a diplomatic framework, a stalemate of cosmic military forces, a logic of Mutual Assured Destruction. This effectively divided the Kraslika in two: the gold and violet light of the Vicinese fell brightly from the nord, while the crimson shadows of the Fallarians drifted upward from the sood. The universes between them contained fifty trillion shades of grey.
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Politics 2
As Talfar looked down into the orb, he saw a dozen scenarios in the bright crisscrossing lines. Some of these lines converged to form images. He saw a horsefly fly into a sun, and he saw a jaguar prowling in a bar. He saw three female forms rise from the green and blue planet of Earth. From the edges of the fractal, he thought he saw the shadow of Thalphemera watching the trinity as they became one. But the moment he saw a flicker of blue light in her eyes, her shadow disappeared.
Among the fractal shades, Talfar saw the spiderweb lines of Knifestream, the most powerful Demon Priest in Fallar Discordia. Talfar saw his giant insect form and shuddered. Yet he also saw his old friend Farenn. Indicated by luminescent purple filaments, Farenn was also from Fallar Discordia, had powerful wings, and could change his form. Farenn had lurked in the darkest corners for decades, yet he was now stepping into the light, literally approaching the podium of the Big Four where he would address the 31 trillion galaxies.
Between Knifestream and Farenn he saw a terrifying streak of beauty: a Derelectan named Dactalla. He had known Dactalla since his first foray into the Black Pulse. She was as tough a person as he had ever met. She grew up trenches of Fallar Discordia, rose through the brutal ranks of the Demon Priests, and worked her way into complete anonymity on a faraway planet. This anonymity had allowed her to seduce the Aatari spy Qayam, also his good friend, and to make contacts deep within the security apparatus of the Aatari Lok universe.
Talfar also saw the Earth and it’s uncanny proximity to the Soul Star. Within its Milky Way he saw the strangest of scenarios: a wolf chased a grandmother from her bed; a pretty blonde girl fell into a trap; the head of two Madonnas vaulted through space, bounced in an oscilloscope, and disappeared in a pink well. He saw a thin golden filament stretch from Earth to Lactar8, yet just as the golden light reached Lactar8, it was extinguished in an orange blast.
Beneath each line he saw a dozen more lines, expanding inward toward fractals so dense that it would take him decades to reach even one of their hearts.
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