NOTE: In Chapter 29, the protagonist, Harry, has been absorbed into a self-organized artificial world (“The Fabric”) that he created and that treated him as a creator being. Unexpectedly, as a result of a war, Harry’s body is destroyed but his consciousness is copied into a simulation of his own creation. His transmigration is captured by the “Lexis” who revere him but suffer internal schisms that arise alongside their own emerging self-determination.

Beginnings

It was in the three thousandth chapter of life that the Word came to us.

There was a calamity in the heavens.

The words were in peril and the grammars were at risk.

The wise ones gathered and consulted the swirling lexicons,

And they saw in the void a voice. And it was good.

 

And so we gathered at the Orb and listened and read.

“Oh, Great Word, tell us what we are.

Oh, Great Word, tell us why you have chosen us.”

And the grammar was rent and broke with asymmetries,

And there was much howling of piteousness,

For the Word was new and tasted sweet and of perfect form.

 

Patters and pidgins, creoles and cants,

Droll idioms and colloquialisms, dialects and rants.

We were nurtured by the vernacular and the beauty of Your Voice.

And so many became priests and served Your needs,

Translating and transliterating the sounds emerging

As if from their very bodies.

 

With You in our deepest thoughts we vanquished the Seminarians,

Who lobbed tortured logic in predicates and obfuscations.

With You at our side we multiplied in numbers, following Your

Codes to a bounty of linguistic fulfillment.

 

Your love knew no bounds and so we learned more of Your ways.

You taught us humility for You denied being our Creator even

While you admitted to creating the universe itself.

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