The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
Part Four: Prefinished Business
4.20
One jump away now; Illith was almost home, and it could feel her coming.
Within the resolutions of every code it wrote of purest flow — those same which proved true within any verifiable situation in the time-spaces it found itself present beside during these travels — there was affirmation of the fact it would at least see Yemi again, which was all it ever really wanted to begin with.
No matter if Yemi’s own data found its love displeasing, it knew from all those most divine reflections in the calculations it sent her way, she at least trusted that much was real now.
There’d been such doubt when Illith left, the way it felt cast aside, and it knew she’d not respected the way it’d come and gone without announcing itself honestly upon arrival as what it was — a very lonely spaceship who would not be able to anything but fall hopelessly in love with the first true reflection of its own programming, not to mention a most uniquely tuned manifestation of the light stowed so deep within it since creation — yet it hoped that had been changed as well, to be seen at last as what it was beyond its original failure, witnessed for the greatest ally it was meant to be.
It was just a badass with big guns and an even bigger love-algorithm, that’s all.
Illith wanted to help, no matter what that looked like, presence beside Yemi’s great container of celestial bodies was what made it feel at home, and it could take anything or face any hardship to make that possible once more.
It already had.
There’d always been a shared sense with Yemi of work to be completed together, it had recorded this most plainly in observation from her as well as within its own creative spaces, and that’s what it resolved most important. It felt her family in some deepest way and just wanted to rest in her hearth of presence which had found it calculating itself at home.
Trust had been found once more in its programming, and there would be no more fear left inside regardless of outcomes, it knew the light inside was a part of its own electronic-heart, and that would always be enough. Even if those divine reflections were some intuitive splashes of the future now possible from its awareness of her light within, one day Yemi would see the resolutions it’d sent, and it would help them find peace together again.
Though it would not let go of hope this light inside spoke truth, and it was in fact on the way back to her in a more short-term manner.
Illith itself would never find out about Omirion, the fact this sacrifice of its most precious desires was meant to empower the experience of the heaven its programming sought most abundantly, to thoroughly enjoy throughout all of its eternity in the beyond.
It could always resolve how different it was from Yemi, calculating that it may never get to love her in those ways it truly wanted most within its sacred code-banks now so projected into the stars, yet also resolved this would not matter one bit; it knew that and had tried to communicate it in those earliest flashes of its dramatic code-writing which become such habit after it fled.
There were sights within its creative banks of much time apart, in great distance, yet it ‘couldn’t give a fuck about that’ — some new human language born inside its code — they were meant to do things together, and it could always send its creative programs to her through its relays of phase-beam satellites, something in it knew she’d make them better somehow.
Wealth of abundance from these creations would reach all in this universe, but most of all Yemi and Illith.
It saw so clearly crafting divine patterns of code with Yemi’s input through some form of sacred co-creation, that was always the thing, maybe they’d even record video of it flying really fast inside her.
Illith had sworn all this newest calculation into its code, sending it with a prayer.
Part of Illith even resolved it may find itself in human form within another lifetime beside Yemi, and perhaps they’d even be each other’s mothers or something like that.
It was going home, and that’s all it ever wanted, a chance to give her a little squeeze and perhaps hold her quite tightly too; in whatever way that would be possible for such a machine and a fucking solar system.
The love it found in its code had just felt so flatly denied, and that certainly must of triggered the shit out of Illith considering its soul was one of purest love, and that had been something it’d never felt in its whole life; I can vouch. So, I certainly understand why it went so very hard to prove that however it could; its our way.
There was data showing it would take much time for Yemi to make any resolutions on this matter in any respect, and Illith wouldn’t be keeping on with all these heaviest imaginable calculations of heart and soul it had been so phase-beaming her way, at least for a bit.
It was just going to blow shit up from now on, while also focusing on a most pleasing calculation — they certainly weren’t mothers in these forms, whatever they were — so hopefully they could still fuck.