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Architecture -- Chapter 9

1. "We're about to go through the portal that gets us inside the Balipiton," the tour guide said, "Is there anyone who did NOT get implanted before we proceed?"  The implant would protect visitors from the automated security system inside the Big Ball.  Those not implanted would be taking an unacceptable risk. 

2. "You might feel a little disoriented as we pass through:  Remember:  Observers on the ground can only see empty airspace where we are right now.  I'm going to go first and I want you to follow me to the other side in an orderly fashion."

3.  The group was near the top of one of three cylindrical spires that formed a triangular cradle.  Nestled within the spires was a giant metallic ball approximately 1 mile in diameter.  An observer on the ground, looking up to the point where the ball should touch the spire, would see unobstructed airspace.  That begged the question, "How do you get in?"  This is precisely what the tour group was doing.

4. The feeling of entering an alien world began the moment a visitor entered the portal.  The Ball interior was an independent gravitational environment, drawn toward it's own core, so visitors walked through a tubular gangplank that made a gradual 90-degree bend to reorient them to the Ball's gravity.  The duct architecture was alluring but foreign.  The initial sensation was like entering an alien spaceship.  "The air molecules convect where the two magnetic fields collide," the tour guide commented, "and that's where the haze comes from.  It's an interesting effect, isn't it?"  That magnetic convection also created the empty airspace effect that was viewable from outside.  There was an actual linkage but the light bent around it.    

5.  Once inside the ball, a shellan's body was perpendicular to Vejhon's surface, but drawn toward the center, "The brain adjusts to what it believes to be real," the guide said.  It was amusing for visitors on the ground to see birds walking on the Ball's underside, unaffected by Vejhon's natural gravity  "I don't think my brain wants to accept it," one guest said, looking out a skylight.  "Just assume that the windows are monitors," the guide suggested, "and you'll be OK."  Then she pointed out, "There's the vomitorium."  Those who could, laughed, while others resisted the urge.  "Nice placement!" a kid quipped.  Everyone at least smiled.      

6.  Most visitors simply wanted to experience the weightlessness in the central auditorium.  "Is this really a spaceship?" a kid asked, "the anchor points don't even look real."  That was true, the magnetic linkage gave the illusion of unobstructed air where the ball connected to the spires.  "The light bends around the anchor points," the guide said, "which gives the illusion that nothing is there, but... " she knocked on a frame for emphasis, "we just walked right through the invisible anchor."  She made eye contact with the kid, "And yes, if we had reason to get this thing into space -- it could withstand a vacuum environment."   

7.  "What about sea water?" another kid asked.  "Very good question," the guild raised her eyebrows.  "It's a perfect, uncrushable hull.  Are you refering to a shell collapse?"  The kid shrugged, he didn't want to get that deep.  "Since you asked," she continued anyway, "the ball is designed to be a flotation device should there be a shell collapse, however, their intention is to leave it anchored to the new sea floor until the new surface conditions can be assessed."  She gave the kid a polite, but slightly smirky smile.

8.  There was a 6’ thick teutonic induction plate near the core of the Ball.  It was toward this induction plate that all loose and free-standing objects were drawn.  The building engineers’ referred to it as the ‘G-shell.’

9.  Encased within the G-shell was zero-G, Dyson sphere theater – the central attraction.  "The theatre had a separate architect," the guide said.  "Rumor has it that an extraterresterial of unknown origin..."  "...designed and built the theatre," Kid #1 finished.  The guide nodded her head.  "I don't believe it," a tourist mumbled as a parent might tease a child.  "Disbelief has never..." Kid #2 prodded the others, "...negated a single fact," all the kids recited in unison.  "So you know your Cacci Dai," the guide complimented all of them.   The whole group approved and had lipped synched the lines along with the kids.   

10.  "Probably a Corlos operative," Kid #1 suggested.  Kid #2 patted him on the back in agreement.  The crowd giggled again.  Kids have a license to be funny, but not 'Kid kids' -- they weren't very damn funny at all.  "But wasn't it supposed to be a biocybergenics labratory?" an older adult asked.  The guide nodded cautiously but curiously toward the adult, who evidently had esoteric insights into unpublished trivia.  "Yes it was," she confirmed.          

11.  She was about to elaborate when another adult interrupted, "Blue Funnel bribed our local media to put a negative spin on biocybergenics -- that's what happened."  It was policy to not permit adverse political opinions to get carried away.  "I don't disagree," the guide confessed in a hushed tone, "but they don't want me adding things that aren't in the script."  The kids glanced at each other, like they had been read into carefully guarded op.  

12.  Kid #1 blurted out, "And then the Psionic Guard kicked their asses!"  Kid #2 threw his fist up, "Yeah!," and both kids fist bumped, "No Blue Funnel on this shell!" Kid #2 said proudly.  The kids had clearly bonded.  An older shellan patted both kids on the back and the rest of the group laughed out loud.  "Are you guys... 'Kid' kids?" he asked, "or..." he prodded them to fill in the blank.  "You can never tell..." Kid #2 said mischievously, which was comically true.  "What are you doing out of uniform?" an older lady joked; definitely stroking their egos.  One kid gestured like he was pulling apart a target's limbs, and the other kid laughed heartily.    

13. Blue Funnel has a free reign on most apsionic shells and aspired to absorb Vejhon's financial infrastructure into their interstellar cartel.  Once the Psionic Guard unshelled their dystopian agenda, Blue Funnel was immediately banished from Vejhon, then permitted to establish a tolken presence in the commerce quarter, provided they never left the quarter.   The SGK's have a handle on that one. 


14.  Wexli drifted down to a deserted street with two and three story buildings on either side.  The first oddity was the width of the street -- it was unnaturally wide.  Then he noticed the lack of detail in the darkened windows; just dull black rectangles with indiscernible depth -- the utilitarian purpose of light was questionable.

15.  He saw infrequent flashes of light emanating from the windows followed by flashes of gun fire.  His instinct was to interdict the assailants but there was a little boy wandering battered and bruised ahead of him.  The gunshots were being directed at the boy.

16.  Wexli felt an urgency to protect the child, and then he realized that he was dreaming -- he was not in the temple and this was not reality.  In the dream, Wexli's house was at the end of the street, so he took the child by the hand and led him to his home.

17.  Once inside, he set the boy upon his kitchen table and rinsed a wash cloth with warm water to clean the boy's face.  As he removed the dirt from the child's face, he saw that it was really himself, as he looked at that age.  He awoke anguished and hurt.  It was a hurt that he had kept to himself for his entire life, and he was startled that his unconscious mind could ambush him like that.

18.  "Wexli?" the Director said to Wexli's mind.  The Director was in his office at Spearpierce.  "Yes," he answered.

19.  "Do you know what that was?" the Director asked.  "I can only suspect, but I don't really know," Wexli replied.

20.  "It was you, Wexli.  You in the present, helped to heal your past self.  Not many know about that past, do they?"  The director was mostly observing, as was his right.  "No, Sir," Wexli answered.  For it's brevity, the dream had lasted an hour. 

21.  "In all fairness," the Director offered, who never invaded without good reason, "Let me share something with you..." 

22.  The scene changed to another world -- it was probably not Vejhon, but 'where' seemed irrelevant.

23.  There was a terran-looking creature that could have easily passed for Vejhonian or Theotian, in a struggle against a more aggressive race of Reptilians; much more warring than the Jolvians.  The Jolvians were Angelic by comparison.  These Reptilians lived in a different dimension and Universe, far from here.

24.  The subject terran was one of millions who had been attacked and conquered by the Reptilian invaders.  Whenever genocide is not inflicted by an invader, an indigenous resistance results.     

25.  At this point in time, the Reptilians had built many well protected fortresses on the conquered world, and the resistance was in full sway, but ineffective.

26.  What the Director specifically wanted Wexli to see, was the subject terran in question, entering the Reptilian fortress unchecked and undisturbed by the Reptilian sentries or by any Reptilians at all.  "How is it that they don't notice him?" Wexli wondered, "they act like he's..." Wexli had an epiphany where the Director was going with this, so he didn't ruin the moment.  The fortress interior was a technological wonder in contrast to the savage Reptilian stereotype.  It was definitely not dull. 

27.  "It's the moment of discovery..." the Director pointed out, as the scene continued, "...when the terran realizes..." the Director was waiting for a specific moment, "...that he isn't what he thinks he is." 

28.  The terran is peering at the fortress from a prone position on a grassy, curved embankment out of view.  He starts thinking about how he entered and exited the fortress unchecked and undisturbed; not so much as blinked at.  Unlike other terrans -- this terran understood the Reptilian language.  "How is that so?" he asks himself.  When a psionist can commune with a dreamfasted object -- the object is perceived to be real, rather than imagined.       

29.  The terran's face becomes fraught with realization.  It finally hits him that he doesn't need to hide in the grass because he is the enemy, and the enemy knows it.  Yet, his fellow terrans think that he is one of them.  The "What Am I?" aspect hit Wexli hard.  He lipped the words in synch with the subject, not knowing their language. 

30.  There is an engaging dichotomy of nerves as the subject wages a war against the contradiction before he finally accepts the truth, like dying in one paradigm and resurrecting in another.  He remembers clues that seem to fit:  "Why did I find them alluring and attractive when others were repulsed and terrified?"  "How did I understand their advanced technology?"  "Why did I understand their language like simply turning a key?"  All of their cultural nuances were familiar ad infinitum. 

31.  "Spiritual quantum entanglement?" Wexli postulated.  Anything was possible.  "So how does he live with it?" Wexli asked.

32.  "With music," the Director answered curiously.  Wexli rendered an astonished facial expression.  Hyperbole.  Metaphor.  "Psionics," the Director clarified abstractly:  He was indenting a threshold of predicate thoughts that only psionic symbols could connect.  It went deeper than he expected, but Wexli got it. 

33.  "Whole societies have been translated that we don't even know about," the Director qualified.  "If you 'think' a dimension, you become that dimension," he added.  "There is always 'that infinite question' that every shellan wants to ask, that our limited corporeal minds can not quantify."

34.  "The question is Chaos.  The answer is Cosmos.  The One...Is."  And thus Spake the Director.  This must be the pedestrian explanation for why shellans get their heads bitten off for asking a simple question.  "In the way you just thought it -- yes," the Director answered Wexli's private thought.  "Let me answer you with another question," the Director offered:  "What is a more grievous than murder?"  Wexli grinned -- it was cliché, and the zero point that deflected logic like teflon:

35.  "To be wrong," Wexli answered.  The Director grinned along with him and then drifted off to assist with other calamities, emotional and otherwise.  Wexli felt better; the Director had given him the band-aid he needed for that moment in time.  "Inaccuracy shoves deception up everyone's..." Wexli juxtaposed.  "Ass!" at least 500 admirers instinctively filled-in-the-blank for him, since he had not guarded his thought. 

36.  "Thank-you!" he smirked.  With the signature trade of his profession fully reengaged, he added privately, "I have no idea how off-shellers survive here."