Even with all the planning, all the soul searching, all of the manipulation Alex had to do
to get to this point
he never imagined something like this would come about in his life time.
A desperate man in a desperate time. The plague had taken its toll on every side, shown no discrimination
The rich, the poor, the higher or lower of life in the known galaxy, all were feeling this escalating decay.
Some said it was the mark, the final act of malice for deeds done long ago.
With every breath the darkness sank deeper. As a last thought, he wondered if death would be more pious.
He knew that the transition would radically change him, but his very being? fortunately
something did remain.
Something found millennium ago in the ruins of a long forgotten civilization, the writings
left behind were scoffed to
be nothing more than a misguided race of self proclaimed prophets' who saw no hope in their
future so created a goal
for their humanity to work for. The perfect structure. Something that had no opposite.
In an instant and over infinity his being disseminated across the fabric, in that moment
everything was as it should be. Caste away were the structures that all life built itself around, everything he was was in reality one. The artifact remained,and now that he was able to observe it in its entirety he finally understood how one enters it. A vessel waiting for its passenger.
Actually entering the artificat was not something he had considered, but when a path is laid down one has tendency to fulfill ones obligations.
"Reset procedure commencing"