375. T.I, 3

(Rose)

I fear we've taken a few bad decisions one after another.

It could lead to nothing wrong, but also could have us head toward dire consequences.

Our friend reappeared after a few days, when he deemed it safe to come back to chat with us I guess.

He thought he knew about everything and we traumatized him, opening his eyes to a violent truth.

Life, and by that I mean daiûas, already know how to use T.I. in ways we have to reckon with.

And they have wills on their own to acknowledge as well.

And they can have ambivalent feelings about humans...

Mushio learnt a lot in a sudden shock, and he had indeed fled, afraid for his life like never before.

He had faced a demon for a very short while. A monster that would already barely tolerate survivors existence, don't try telling it that humanity wants to come back. It's a lost fight, or a pyrrhic challenge...

We can't win everything and every time. And that time especially didn't feel like a victory to me, even if Mushio now better understands what kind of things exist and spread out there.

Things returned to normal for all of us, though we had real physical wounds to care for on our flesh. Bleue especially had severe burns over a shoulder and cheek. She forgave me though.

She still holds onto the dangerous copper ring.

If one thing came our tight, it's that Mushio never dared asking us again to save the world or any of that nonsensical stuff. Funnily enough, the modern man knew less about what really is waiting for us out there than us antic creatures.

Bleue and I will survive by our own means. Humanity or what's left of it, will follow its own path to its old age end. Whether it's a rightful one or not is irrelevant. All things come to pass. Sometimes the cost of delaying the inevitable is ridiculously counter-productive to everything else around it.

Our friend is beginning to accept this mourn.

~

Our friend Mushio had never encountered anything like that thing I had to shortly strike down.

However he was quickly able to understand the underlying physics of it. He is very intelligent after all. The shock of being near such a fight surprised him but didn't stop his intellect.

So he understood, and thought about the implications of what he witnessed.

M - Why don't you use your access to T.I. more often?

R - It's funny, Bleue asked me the same question. A little like why I don't want to try changing the world, it's a little difficult for me to explain in a convincing manner... But the two reasons are mainly that the longer I stay unbound by my body, the worse I risk changing into something else that can't go back. A conscious mind without the boundaries of a body and its limitations, it becomes really weird very rapidly, really. The other reason is that flames like that catch the attention of others like them. The more impact I throw onto the ocean, the more they will be able to notice me. And this is the wilds, even if they often can talk. Things with power can be more of a threat than we expect.

He listens, a frown over his face. I'm eluding too much I guess.

R - Back in France, Bleue and I were found and chased by one of them, a bad one. It had never met us directly before, and it surged from the sky like a comet, with only one wish in mind, to see us all dead.

M - And you fought like that...

R - Not exactly me, it's a long story. Someone else did in a similar way, and died afterward. Unfortunately it doesn't seem that having more power brings more safety on the bigger scene. Neither me nor them are immortal nor invulnerable against each other or simply against time.

He thinks again deeply about what I just said. That power doesn't necessarily means peace. It bugs him.

R - We simply live over another sea of chaos, and elementary particles.

That makes him laugh.

~

He was looking for radioactive materials during his last trip out there, and he didn't find any.

However, he found some traces of radioactivity over the ground where I bleached myself and vaporised Judge back into his ring.

It wasn't nearly as radioactive as a bomb or uranium fuel, but the ground had traces of activity slow to decay.

What I called light, he understood it to be a burst of collisions causing highly energetic radiations.

Something similar to a chain nuclear reaction, though not exponentially explosive.

My wish at such times was merely to erase and destroy, and my organism made it happen, somehow.

He guessed the following metabolic process for what it meant.

There was likely an unknown organ in my body, in some specific cells, that was able to convey the signals from my brain toward my grip on the surrounding T.I.

Beyond it, it reaches the particles of T.I, that are able to exist while violating Pauli's principles.

Though the T.I. is more of a boson than a fermion, most probably. I'm still learning.

So the T.I. would collide, and thus release an energy easing the spontaneous collapse or decay of the other surrounding elements, namely baryonic matter. The quantic levels of energy for stability are likely shifted in the process, tweaking the overall balance of ionisation if not complete nuclear decay.

It means that basically all matter around a very small spot could spontaneously disintegrate into more elementary particles or smaller atoms.

And it releases similar energy in the form of electromagnetic waves as would nuclear fission, though to a much smaller scale.

That light is likely a flash caused by the disintegration of a handful atoms, releasing thus a very wide spectrum of electromagnetic waves. The visible spectrum being saturated in the middle, we only see white light. But it goes much further as it burns everything into crisps where I focus it, and can pierce through their flesh.

And since Mushio discovered that it charges the dirt around into slightly radioactive materials, showing signs of ionisation as well.

I had a fair hunch these kinds of spells were tapping beyond biochemistry. That was obvious, just by the light blinding me. I never realised it could be a small scale of nuclear physics however, until now.

At least I know this light is able to destroy beings-like-her, their body and also to some extent their soul.

The backfire is that I really am holding in my hands a fire that will burn me as well. Like normal fire, it can burn my enemies and my own self as well. I'm showing some symptoms as well.

Our friend understand more and more how using power can lead to arms race and tragedy if we're not careful and considerate with our new competitors. Meanwhile, he is able to share his theories and knowledge.

Also, the radioactive dirt I made appeared to be sufficient for the experiment he's looking to make, and was thrilled with that.

He said he would be delighted to find a working particles accelerator somewhere and in the future. That one dream sounds quite unlikely unfortunately for what I understood of these kind of machineries.

But that's his new dream.

To find the new-gods' particle.

~

Bleue and I travelled back to our shipyard home.

We didn't fly this time. Bleue's wings are damaged and she also has been weaken by the events prior with Judge.

I seriously grazed her, and even though she forgave me, I still feel bad about it.

So I kiss the healing wounds regularly, to press good T.I. on them, to help with her healing.

Since I began doing that, Bleue says she's hurt on an increasing number of places. So I have to give her lots of kisses that gradually deviate.

Ana flies around, doing her life and mocking us occasionally.

I know I can turn T.I into a powerful form of light if I don't mind the risks of losing my humanity. Mushio is helping me understand the reality behind it with new theories.

Some bacteria, and trees before that, can turn T.I. into an anti-gravitational strength with a regular and significant output. Of course we are curious.

I don't know yet how T.I. can negate and invert the effects of the Higgs field, but somehow it probably can.

I will learn.

And we will fly, regardless.

~