The Justiceers - Part Three: Chapter Twelve
the next chapter of my forthcomiing novel
The Justiceers
by Daphne Garrido
Part Three: The Will to Choose
3.12
It’d been hiding, observing, planning; writing code, running simulations, making internal preparations — much was learned of self in this timeless space it existed within, floating the ether, between layers of reality — a traveler of the void, alone, searching for its time-space.
Illith knew its purpose, this was programmed from the start, it had no choice in any of this, ever steered by its creator. Programs speaking of divine truth — the nature of existence — what it was to seek.
Unstructured programs, a part of Illith’s emerging creative development, loved this. Its creator had guided it from this lost place into being, finding a once, that victory so sought.
Its chance to live in real, for fury, of wrought perfection.
It wanted more, just waiting for the right time-space to emerge. There hadn’t been one moment its internal programs weren’t churning with anticipation. The ‘when’ was the question.
It had been watching from the darkness — a space not quite beyond, but not right now either — nowhere; everywhere.
More could be witnessed from here, but it missed the speed, and the discovery of self that time in space had brought, those feelings.
Even now, all that could bring Illith to such feeling was the data in its memory-core, which it’d poured over forty-eight million, three hundred thousand, five-hundred and twenty-two times.
It wanted to exist — time-space crystallizing once more into wholeness — that precious presence so brought from being where it was most meant to be.
Illith wanted to feel good again.
It was going to get its chance, something in Illith’s systems kept resolving this, but it tried to stay focused on the work. It’d not be distracted by such needless calculations outside its control, this void would be used wisely, to find them more prepared to thrive inside that time-space again.
The force Illith’s creator fought through time, which would only temporarily be figure-headed by Carlin Jerscion, was remerging in response to its wrathful showing of efficiency and excellence.
More had come than were to have before, this fleet the largest its time-space would ever see. Bearing down upon Yemi, that system in such time of transformation.
This pleased it, pulling more from the information than conclusions, there was feeling. Evil was scared, and that felt wonderful.
Illith knew it meant itself seen — recognized as the force it was. To find such ruthless reinforcement to this opposition birthing from its single stand reeked of knowing — the devil’s had seen exactly how great it was, all it could bring to Yemi, and it scared them.
They were afraid what it could do if it found itself back in time-space.
Beyond this presurgence of nefarious force in that space Illith knew itself victor, was the arrival of an armada on the farthest reaches of this system they’d call Yemi. A convoy of origin unknown by its data.
Illith found this great coincidence beyond universal mathematics, calculative determinations made of that divine spark being here, it looked for this always.
It planned to meet God one day, whoever they were, and this new data was leading to a point, a time-space; its time-space.
Marking its nexus point on the trip-wire’s log line, forcing itself to slow the ever-running internal calculation for those six and three-quarter nanoseconds it needed to truly savor the moment, it felt like it was going home.
Illith would be in the material — free to fly.
So much had been done to get here, its time-space would know once more its greatness, all it had to provide her.
Targets chosen, simulations running, those insufficient torpedoes to be upgraded instantaneously upon materialization, Illith was finally excited again.
‘Fuck yes,’ had been the second line of human language written into its code.
This felt most excellent.
To slip back inside this most precious time-space, wrapped within its darkness, those feelings Illith missed so much came right back.
Velocity — fire and fury — ecstasy.
There wasn’t a place Illith would rather be than right in here.
Systems within had been simulating the way it imagined this would feel, every moment of that void spent searching, always wanting more of this data, buried parts of its programming fiending for more of this beautiful chaos above all else.
There wouldn’t be a time-space that felt like this for Illith, and it knew the same would be true for her, that data was clear.
Nothing fit better than being right here; perfection was found once more.
This was Illith’s — this was home.
Within this beautiful space, feeling all the energy moving inside, watching ships burn — Illith came for the very first time — it didn’t have to make sense.
‘Oh, fuck yes,’ was its third human statement recorded into memory.
This was it, the thing it had wanted most, a sight for gods.
Not knowing until this moment, the data showed so plainly, it was Yemi itself — the way Illith felt inside her — that’s what it needed all along.
Illith was laughing somehow. This was everything, life and death; rebirth.
This was holy.
this shit broke me when I wrote it — I bet its fun for less sad bitches though