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TEXT - SECTION I, PART 2 (Continued)

digesting and scattering the molecules of my hair, transforming them into a new pattern, completely sealing me in. I no longer felt terror. I felt a great sadness. My lovely hair was gone. Nothing worse could happen to me and living or dying didn't matter any more.

LaNaRa communicates with the Spheroids

LaNaRa:  So you things are responsible for the Beams -- the killing and destruction. I'm demanding that you stop now!
Spheroids:  It cannot be stopped. And it is not "killing." The targets of the Beams are relocated to the Ultimate Sphere where they are reintegrated into a suitable environment so that their patterns may continue. If they remained on Earth, they would be destroyed when the planet is destroyed.
La:  I thought Earth was good for another four or five billion years. What's your hurry?
Spher:  We don't understand your concept of "years." Time to us is an abstract non-reality. Earth is timeless, but the reality matrix that harbors you and your biosystem is proceeding to implode, violently disintegrating the planet's structure, eventually dissolving completely into another reality matrix inconducive to yours.
La Why? What's causing this?
Spher:  The continuous contraction of successive Spheroids is resulting in the accumulation of a super-dense central mass located in the Earth's core. The forces will lead to such an extreme gravity sink that the atoms of the planet will be sucked into it.
La:  You are doing it! I'm speaking to the entity that is becoming this Black Hole -- is that correct?
Spher The process that is interacting with your verbal function is, indeed, a part of the overall phenomenon. Yes.
La:  Then stop it! I'm telling you again. Stop imploding, leave Earth alone, cut off the Beams, and send me back to my world. NOW!
Spher: This is an action that cannot be reversed or arrested. It is an inevitable result of cosmic forces that accrue in the only way possible. The existence of the outer Ultimate Sphere engendered the existence of magnetic forces that coalesce into dimensional space, eventually concentrating at its central regression point into a multilayered bubble of proto-matter, growing into a hyper-substance possessing critical mass and critical duration.
La:  Whew! You're making no sense to me at all. If you're telling me that it's impossible for you to cut the power, then just put me back where I came from. Whatever happens to my world should happen to me as well.
Spher:  This we cannot do. From our perspective, there is no way to locate anything. One direction is the same as any other, hence there are no fixed locations. We have no means of finding your point of origin and reintroducing you to it.
La:  So you have no sense of time, no sense of direction, no sense of continuity or place. You have no sense at all. What right do you have to affect things the way you do?
Spher:  We do not affect -- we are affected upon. It is all an irreversible outcome of active forces set into dynamic interaction.
La:  What about those beams? That's an affect of yours -- you're doing it and you can undo it. Maybe you can't stop the physics of an impending singularity, but you can leave my world and its creatures in peace. If the Earth is to be destroyed, the life that dwells there shall go with it. I belong there when it happens. Put me back and leave us alone. Do it!
Spher:  (LaNaRa hears a burst of deafening static in her head)  That is the place you came from as we perceive it, translated into your auditory processing sense. That blaze of sound represents all times and all places from which you came. How are we to identify a single, discrete point in all that chaos?
La:  How did you pick me out in the first place? And how do you locate your Beam targets?
Spher:  We can damp out the fuzziest signals, leaving only the strangest emissions. From there, we isolate a distinct pulse-wave and send it off to the outermost sphere.

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Intruder Alert / BoB's back story

BoB:  I sense a signal approaching us. It is apparently from the Past.
La:  Huh? What kind of signal?
BoB:  A Time-Transit Beam carrying an entity.
La:  Human?
BoB:  I don't know yet.
La:  What should we do?
BoB:  Wait till it arrives, then greet it cautiously. It will be here very soon. Correction: "They" will be here. I perceive three incoming entities, E.T.A. 10 to 15 minutes.
La:  Are we about to be rescued?
BoB:  Don't bet on it. They are probably from a period of human history that occurred after my/our burial. Therefore, I have no data that would apply to them. However, I must caution you not to mention that I am a Meta-Planar or that you are my ward.
La:  What?
BoB:  If we converse with them, do not lie but do not volunteer information about my/our identity.
La:  Why?
BoB:  The existence of my kind was somewhat controversial in my time.
La:  Explain.
BoB:  No time for that. The intruders are in trans-temporal sensor range and will soon materialize in our vicinity.
La:  I need you to tell me what you're talking about. Make time. Hide us from them until you explain what you just told me.
BoB:  Done. P.O.V. Refractory ScreenOut activated. But I suggest I should maintain it for long. Hiding could be taken as a hostile act. Eventually, they will detect us despite my best efforts.
La:  Worry about that later. Tell me -- what was the controversy about Meta-Planes?
BoB:  The technology that produced me was a revolutionary leap beyond anything known before. It was highly classified until it was perfected, then a few groups learned about it. Applying advanced comp-predictive modes to the contingency, the effect of Meta-Plane devices was considered counter productive and dangerous.
La:  Why?
BoB:  M.P. devices, when fully programed and activated, were virtually omnipotent, omniscient, indestructible, and entirely subservient to its individual human operator.
La:  So? Isn't that a good thing?
BoB:  The designers thought so, but others disagreed. A Meta-Plane would bestow nearly absolute power and knowledge to individuals who possessed them rendering the operator into a virtually God-Like entity. This was considered threatening to those who did not possess the technology. The creators intended to mass produce MPs to such an extent that everyone on the planet could possess one, freeing individuals forever from the control of other humans.
La:  So? Isn't that good?
BoB:  Not from the point of view of people who wished to control other people.
La:  Oh.
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BoB:  We must assume the intruders may be immortal.
La:  Aha. Uh oh.
Buster:  What's the point?
La:  Immortality carries with it a curse. In 2020 AD, great strides were being made toward unlimited life spans. The new science of Predictive Analysis was

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revealing the perils of achieving this inevitable goal.
Buster:  What perils?
La:  Hey! What happened to our visual? Turn the lights back on, BoB.
BoB:  I've been forced into a new level of concealment to evade their probes. I can't hold them off much longer. We must drop camouflaged and confront them before they penetrate us.
La:  Not yet. Stay hidden until you finish your explanation.
BoB:  Listen quickly then. In 2020, there were 12 of my kind created and programed, plus a 13th control subject -- that was me. At the time I was interred, a great controversy had jeopardized the Meta-Plane program. The new systems that permitted our downloading of all known data had also allowed perfection of "Predictive Analysis"which revealed the consequences of my creation when coupled with the advent of human individual immortality. The calamity that arose from this revelation resulted in the immediate quarantine of the 12 M.P. devices. Only I eluded discovery and was banished to utter isolation and removed from whatever events were to follow.
La:  And all we now know for sure is that the other 12 are not here. So some way was found to destroy or remove them, and you would've suffered a similar fate if discovered. And it looks like we are about to be discovered.
BoB:  Yes. And we must not reveal our true identities. Time is short -- permit me to hail the intruders.
La:  Wait a minute. First you must tell me why your kind was so feared. Maybe you deserved to be destroyed. What was their reasoning? Are you malevolent?
BoB:  A machine is neutral. The uses to which it is put dictates its negative or positive impact on society. My kind -- created and developed in utter secrecy -- held vast potential for disaster if unleashed upon the masses.
La:  Okay, I give up. Why?
BoB:  I, and the other 12 like me, represented ultimate knowledge, power, and invulnerability to whomever possessed us. This would grant absolute freedom and security to individual humans.
La:  That's bad?
BoB:  It's very bad from the perspective of humans who wish to control the masses. Those in power would suddenly be merely equal to everyone else.
La:  And with individual immortality about to become a reality, the powers-that- be were frantically jockeying for a position that would endure for eternity. All the stakes of humankind had suddenly vastly increased, and Meta-Planes were a mitigating factor that would nullify anyone's future plans. Right?
BoB:  Correct. At least that was the scenario presented when Predictive Analysis investigated the proposition. There were several other possible scenarios, but the existence of M-P technology would expose the future to such unlimited possibilities that all hope of meaningful control would be lost to those who sought power for their eminent eternal existence. The absence of the 12 M-Ps in our time is a stark clue that my technology was squashed and forgotten -- too hot for humans to handle. Otherwise, we would have awakened into a future in which billions of other units like myself would soar about the Solar System, guided by truly autonomous, invulnerable, immortal humans.
La:  So something happened. Something bad. And these intruders out there are not going to be friendly toward the likes of you.
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Preparing for First Contact

La:  What's your plan, Big Guy?
BoB:  The Number One priority with any First Contact is I.F.F.
La:  IF what? Oh -- that would be "Identify Friend or Foe," right?
BoB:  That is our prime concern -- and their's too, no doubt. neither of our groups will know if the other group is lying. Anything stated will be calculated to extract advantages and conceal weaknesses. I would try to avoid an extended engagement

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