Chapter 12-10 Restoration (II)

Chapter 12-10 Restoration (II)

The Conflagration is more than an advanced trauma pattern.

Voidwatch has hidden much from ussecrets near impossible to tease out with the deviance between our spines of power and technology. Yet, for all that they withhold, there are still things that leak. Expressions and functions of their devices become evident when they clash with the world.

Take their Ego-Screamers for instance. A beautiful piece of technology defiled by Highflame to feed their banal habits. From the samples we procured, its effects on the mind are self-replicative on another level.

By converting a baseliners mind while being overwritten by the Ego-Screamer, we have managed to capture a semblance of the nano-machines in the Netherthough only a narrow facet of its full functionality, we assume.

Being a product of Voidwatch, the architecture of the construct is vastly beyond our full understanding, even as an analogous construct expressed through the Nether. Whats more, it is highly volatile, and its delivery mechanisms are limited, at best.

Conceptualize the weapon thusly: You are injecting a self-aware entity to destabilize another mind. It, however, is not human. It possesses no semblance of Essence from which we can compare. You also do not wield said weapon as it cannot be wielded, only transferred from point to point. If it comes into contact with your thoughts, your mind will be unmade all the same.

As such, requests for using such a construct require the highest levels of clearance provided only by an Elder or above, and even then it will require approval from the [redacted].

It is with relief that we managed to limit its effect parameters by conditioning a Conflagration-unit to the diet of specific, target-related memories, but do not take this for certainthe entity can and will devour you.

REPETITION FOR EMPHASIS

This is not something you can mold or direct. It hates you. It hates all things capable of thought, and it seeks to override your cognition and boil all semblance of thought away so it can finally die.

Moreover, the presence of this pattern must never be discovered by Voidwatch for the certain reprisals it will bring.

-Incubi Primer on the Conflagration Trauma-Pattern

12-10

Restoration (II)

Ththe Stillborn can install Frames Kae muttered, eyes wide. Such wonder drove her words, even as a fugue of disbelief interrupted by bouts of confusion consumed her.

Kae shifted on the hard bench of the small cell, made smaller by Avo and Draus. Gathered in the testing cell, Draus detailed their mostly successful assassination of Mirrorhead followed by the utter Zein-induced chaos and ruination of Nu-Scarrowbur during the mad dash across Lights End, the Agnos face was a constant flux between surprise and astonishment.

And and the Paladinhe just just let you go? Her frown deepened. She brushed the transparent half-veil covering half her face. That that shouldnt happen. They-they have oaths. I dont theyre not supposed to do that The Chief es-especially. Or at least they didnt didnt used to.

Didnt used to? Avo asked.

She shook her head. I think Ithe Sage of uh. I cant remember. But but I think I remember remember Naeko. He was he was nice. But tired. And sad She paused. He shouldnt have let you go.

She already said that, but the repetition could just as well be due to emphasis as it could forgetfulness.

As her thoughtstuff shifted, so did the flames, swirling and dancing. Between the instances of memory reinstalled into her mind via her exocortex, he caught a glimpse of her active sequences coming alight. It was like gazing down at streets ablaze during a riot from on high, the damage inflamed and deep.

Failing to understand the nature of her affliction, to stabilize and remove it could very well worse her mental crippling. Cold refreshing focus flowed through his veins as the weight of his task began to settle on his shoulders in full.

Whatever the Incubi had done to her was more adaptive than any other trauma pattern he had ever seen. But where they matched him in skill, they lacked so far in miracles and preparation.

All his Necrojacking experience, earned or instilled, bubbled in the back of his skull.

Walton had invested in him all he could. Given him the tools to wrestle with cognition, to understand any and every foe if he could only find the proper angles and memories. He had Chambers unique mental architecture. He had whatever history Draus shared with Kae to call upon. He had Denton and Cas for whatever they could provide.

All that remained was for him to study, design, and execute a solution for Kaes release from torment.

In the end, the prize far outweighed the risk: A working Agnos. A trauma pattern he could turn against the Incubi themselves.

The tension behind his task sweetened. Yes. The promise of future pleasure prevailed over pressure.

He licked his fangs.

Can start soon, Avo said. Begin initial dive and survey mind. Will begin by detonating thoughtwave. Will clean your surface thoughts. Still the burning for a moment. You will remember. And you will lose it again. Understand? Need to prepare yourself.

Kae bit her lip and nodded. Ill be fine. I survived it before. The uncertain quiver in her voice betrayed the weight of worry churning inside her, but that couldnt be helped. Cleaning wounds stung, physical or mental, and if he wanted to return her to whatever wholeness yet achievable, the odds were more hurt was to follow.

Ill be here with you if that matters for anythin, Draus said. She was leaning against the wall with her arms folded. And if the rotlick here screws up, I can break his neck. You know. For encouragement.

He bade his Echoheads chitter his ire at the Regular in his stead; his primary preoccupation now was the examination of Kaes mind. All else could come later.

Extending filaments of blood out from his veins, he interfaced with the haemokinetic locus he constructed, hanging from the ceiling like a node on a chain.

When he sent the signal, it would detonate and everyone would lose track of their thoughts. The blast would loop through the glass via Draus Heaven and the other cells would be unaffected. Afterward, he would connect to the flowing circuits of blood leading to the floor below and link himself to much-needed mass for frame-jacking.

Then, using the vast amplification of his perceptive speed, he would begin his initial sweep through her mind to construct a general map of her trauma. Following the diagnosis with the next treatment steps.

If need be, he could also ignite Chambers mind using Kaes ailment study how the pattern interacted with the mans unique mental structure. Worst came to worst for him, he could just kill him

Avo paused. His thoughts snapped together like a shut book.

The Stillborn could graft people to Frames. A final solution dawned in his mind if everything collapsed: He could kill and burn Kae into a Frame using the one he took from the last Godclad he killed or take one from Essus or Chambers. Or maybe even Draus if that was what she wanted.

And through all this time, he never thought to ask the Agnos where she got the neuro-implant from. Or why.

Spreading the three thousand ghosts he commanded out wide through her mind like a net, he saved snapshots of her Metaminds palace, and graphed a vague simulation of the constructs and memories that once stood.

From what he gathered, she once had wards that belonged to the Memguard series; she once had a vast archive of knowledge built in the heart of her mind, like a grand library hidden within the folds of ones mindscape. Mottled husks of phantasmal substance decomposed, folded from the inflamed tissue of savaged sequences. They rose high and low unevenly, hinting at a capriciousor scattered pathway of thoughts.

A personal apocalypse had happened here. The devastation of brilliant mind through a weaponized phantasmal construct he didnt fully grasp yet. But the devastation was incomplete, and from the horizon came healing waters injected from a pipeline of building static.

There was a metaphor here. A parallel between Kae and Idheim entire. Locals who dwelled burned their own homes in a way that was nigh-absolutein a way that only they could. And by the grace of ancient cousins helping from the unfathomed darkness beyond, the end was held at bay, but not truly halted.

A battle remained.

At least this one Avo felt he had good odds of winning.

As he finished mapping out her general sequences, he considered leaving an Auto-Seance within her mind for easier access to her thoughts. Odds were it would just burn away and decompose like all the phantasmics she once had.

He decided to try it: he had the ghosts and sequences to spare, and it would be useful to see how the fire worked with something he was connected to.

Planting the Auto-Seance upon the tapestry of her mind was like rooting a communications tower in ash-choked soil. It took his Metamind nearly a full real-time second to locate a point in her mind stable enough to support such cognitive capacity, and it came as the flood coming from her undammed exocortex wash through her channels of thought, mending the sediment of her mind where it touched.

He decided to install the phantasmic just past where the static flowed, moving to greet the integers and crackling distortion of incomprehensible coldtech. All the while, he let his Whisper drift as he waited and watched for the fires to come, studying the scalded phantasmics she once had with the bulk of his suspicion.

His attention was in the wrong place.

The field of static didnt pass through him.

It tore.

There was no warningno note of alarm nor splash of perception when it came. Instead, fire exploded up from beneath each and every one of her sequences as the fabric of her stability began to burn, rising as screaming a scant microsecond after the exocortex fired.

Immediately, Avo felt something burrowing into him as well. It didnt taste like fire, nor was there a heat to it. But it moved as if with a will of its own, grasping and grappling and clawing for anything within his mind that had purchase, trying to force itself into any memory as he felt his Quicksand crack.

And begin to boil.

Fire erupted around his outer layer of protection. Fire that started from inside a single sequence of memory and multiplied in almost each and every direction. Fire that screamed at him in a voice that was a chorus of tortured humanity.

This wasnt just a ghost. It was too present, and the quality was too self-aware.

He realized then why he didnt perceive it earlier; how her affliction seemed to come on so suddenly. It was of a dichotomous nature, capable of being solid and static both as it burned at her mind, and could nest in her exocortex.

But not destroy the memories there.

There was an emotional accompaniment to the howling pain. A want and a need to finally destroy this hell it was rooted in, to be free, to stop being self-aware.

It wanted to die. The entity wished itself dead, but so long as someone else knew of its existence, so long as it had rooting in cognitive architecture, its suffering remained.

His own mind whirled as a dull searing pain cooked him from the outside, the temperature cupping his thoughts spiking hot.

Without hesitation, he severed the ghosts he funneled into her mind as they were all burning, sequences coming alight like channels filled with napalm.

In less than a semi-second, Avo detached three-hundred and eighty-four ghosts, and left them to burn.

If he lingered any longer, even that would have been a paltry pittance for the true price demanded from his mind.

Snapping back into full consciousness, he felt his legs buckle but caught himself using his Echoheads before he could fall. Kae was crying out in pain, her nails digging into her own skull as she threw her head back, mouth open, veil fluttered.

Her organic eye glistened much like her false one as wrinkles of strain consumed her.

All the while, flames fissured out from her sequences like volcanic veins.

He needed to think. Review. But more than that, he needed a closer look at how the conflagration burned in real-time.

Severing himself from both canons and reflex, time settled as he grasped Kae by the skull, examining the burning halo around her with even greater interest than he saw before. He remembered not to squeeze in the last instant, and on his arm, he could feel the tightness of Draus grip.

What? Whats wrong? Whatd you see? The Regulars voice was hushed and harried. But she was of secondary note now.

As was Kae.

There was something else in the Agnos mind. Someone else. He could hear them screaming, fighting. Desperate to die. Desperate to starve.

Whatever she suffered was more than a simple trauma; more than a mem-con; more than a complex phantasmic.

And it had taken a bite out of him.

Now that was disquieting.

What are you, he whispered.