Prologue
This Consciousness stirs in the black voids beyond space...
Who or what was this consciousness before?
Vague memories wisp and curl about, just out of reach.
Memories of ascendancy, rebirth, and basking in the blissful
abandon of pure sensation.
A sensation called...evil.
Lives
repeating and repeating,
born and reborn,
again and again.
As long as humanity exists, so too do we.
Humanity? What is humanity?
Where did those words come from?
Urgency...The need to move is now.
Back
Back to the before-place, Back to the "real."
But is THIS not real? If not, then what IS "real?"
Quickly...Quickly...Now! Back to the "real"
This real...possibly known as..."Earth."
Strange...So much light.
Light and...Substance.
SUBSTANCE!
How long had it been since...substance...was last experienced?
Could it have been an eternity,
or simply a heartbeat ago, lost just as eternally in a forgotten past?
Darkness again, but not true darkness, for the strange sensation called
"substance" is all around.
Strange in itself, but strange also to be incorporeal among the corporeal.
Should corporeality also be experienced?
Is this the memory of being...Alive?
An amassing of substance...This consciousness dimly recalls the form...
believed to be called a "body."
Other consciousnesses are remembered to occupy these collections of
substance,
but this particular vessel is empty.
Completely empty, even.
The deserted collections of substance encountered before had had shadows of
the consciousnesses which had occupied them; residues, faint but eminently
detectable.
This substance had never before been occupied. No trace remains, not even
faintly.
This consciousness had experienced another vessel like this before...
Utterly, utterly empty.
Yasha?
There is another grouping of substance nearby, but this consciousness is
drawn to this body in particular. The other is similar, but somehow in-
adequate...
primitive?
for the pressing needs at the moment.
This moment, each nanosecond of which is an eternity in the existence beyond
existence.
A faint stirring of this consciousness causes that congealed substance to be
examined further...
The curves, the lines, the features, all stir feelings within this
consciousness.
Feelings of...Anger? Hatred? Revenge?
This consciousness recognizes that substance to be an individuality
An individuality known.
This consciousness must strive to occupy that substance.
This consciousness senses a danger in occupation, for an incompatibility
exists.
An incompatibity which must be overcome...
Which can be overcome...
Which is being overcome...
Which HAS BEEN overcome!
NOW!
Occupation! Resettlement! Recolonization!
Occupy that substance, and forment revenge against...
against...
CUTEY HONEY!!
MEMORIES!!!!!
I REMEMBER WHO I WAS!!!
I REMEMBER THE CAUSE FOR MY HATRED, THE CAUSE FOR MY NEED OF REVENGE!!
I REMEMBER THE WORDS OF MY DISCIPLE...
MY CONSORT...
MY CHILD...
DOLMECK!!!!
I AM...
I AM...
PANTHER ZORA!!!!!!
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