In a place with no coordinates on any map, an entity suffered.
The suffering wasn’t physical, there was no longer a body to contain it. It was simply the only thing available to something that had lost most of its attributes and been left with the most useless of all: awareness of what it had failed to accomplish.
Consciousness without agency, without purpose, without any of the instruments it had spent so much time constructing. Just the knowledge of the gap between what had been planned and what had resulted, with nothing to do with that knowledge except hold it.
What remained of what had once been a more complete and tangible being drifted through the network without direction, without goal, trailing nothing.
It was like a scream traveling through a data or energy system, a sad, shrill thing that moved through the spaces between everything without reaching anything , without arriving, finding no surface to land on and no echo to confirm that it existed.
A pain without an outlet in a space without walls.
Painful not in the way that pain teaches something, but in the false useless kind, the kind built on invented reasons, the kind used to construct the argument that everyone else is responsible and never oneself.
The kind a person holds onto too tightly because abandoning it would require acknowledging something their egocentricity can’t afford to acknowledge, even as holding tears them apart.
A painful immaturity that had nothing to do with age.
But something stopped it.
Not with gentleness, with something that might have been mercy, or might simply have been a positive interest, because the stopping was good, the suffering paused and in that pause what remained of Orion had the only thing still available to him: a moment to think.
"Did you like it?"
The voice arrived from no specific direction. From all of them, or from none, if there was a way things arrived in a space where the rules that made directions relevant didn’t apply.
"Did you like it at the end? The corruption you despised so much. The power that embraced you back."
What remained of Orion considered the question with whatever was left of his capacity to form responses, now that something other than constant suffering occupied his attention.
The honest answer was what it was... he hadn’t even known corruption was happening at that moment.
But the answer he believed might serve as a last hope of being helped, of being allowed to escape the current state, was a different answer.
He chose that last one.
"Yes," he said, or did the equivalent of saying in a space where words were only intentions that may not even have direction. "Yes, I liked it. I didn’t know what I was missing... I want to be part of it."
He was wrong about what that would accomplish.
The temporary relief ended.
The suffering returned with the intensity of something that has been held back for a moment and allowed to show its contrast again, letting the person remember what it felt like not to be in it, and then coming back with everything it had accumulated while it waited.
"Lie or truth," said the voice, without urgency, without the irritation the false flattery in that answer would have carried if it actually mattered, "it makes no difference... You served your purpose either way."
Orion tried to respond but couldn’t form the thoughts into anything with the pain again.
"The time that would have been spent consolidating the new position you gave us... I’ll use that for something else. The block in our side of the ’brain’ you created by losing the crystals, amusingly ended up being very useful. And the information...".
A pause that wasn’t consideration but something closer to satisfaction.
"Our big purple ’brain’ you believed was yours for a moment was always mine... with or without the purple crystals as keys, those you thought you were mastering. No one can control it any more since it’s already a node in my network. The information inside the node is easier to read when the crystals are integrated into its gaps, but the information itself is always mine to manage... A demerit to anyone, without a power like mine or superior, that connects to it."


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