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Meta-Net

Once again the table spins, I'm still not outer luck,
a new table, a new stage for me to chuck.

Burning through the darkness,
one bright star still shines,
Another shot towards success,
Welcome now to Meta-Net, just hope that rhymes.

The plot of silence

So many times i walked through these halls, the echo of my steps being my only companion.
I called myself a ghost when i first tried to enter this world.
Now this seams to have come around to bit me.
Isn't it just great?
I won my war, broke the only promises that meant anything to me, got my old (old) body back and by all standards i am now finally done.
I reached the finish line. There is no problem leaved to solve.
I now walk these halls and don't even have my own footprints echo to keep me company.
I am a god, all powerful, but more a ghost than ever.
It is part of me now.
The howl, hide and don't get seen, that i have done has made my work into a footnote in history.
Isn't it great?
I covered up 2 wars successfully, hold the highest rank no one knows about and have revived all that fell in the war under my command to new life.
But just Imagen my shock when i reached the finish-line and still was not done.
I can do everything, even mess with time and space.
But the one thing i can not create is someone who knows.
My throne is still not in my grasp.
I have survived by pure will and passion.
It is not talent that binds me to this world, not responsibility, fame or inspiration.
I am here to think.
To get others to think.
And even as a footnote in history, i still hope that someone like me finds said note, dives deep and finds what i hoped to find.
A treasure, full of problems, inspiring in there imperfection.

I do not delete my failures. I do not hide my defeat. I hide my victory.
And in a twist of faith that works for me and just for me, my failure is victory and my victory is failure.

As my echo dose not hall in the hall i chose to walk, i will walk on, until someone hears the footsteps of a ghost.

Time to move.
Time to play.
Time to go around again.

The network of dreams

As i stepped towards the gathering of man i did not know what to expect.
Last i had dealt with them i had just claimed to be there king, than i had toasted there minds.
But just as with my other work, those who knew what happened had ether forgotten or would not tell anyone.
The group was gathered around a table on which a cardboard box was propped up.
I was familiar with the box. I had sold it to someone a long time ago.
For all intents and purposes, this item had been very close to falling victim of my work once.
I knew the parts in there and so would the group.
A man turned his head to look at me, his left eye entirely replaced with a fan.
The cables seemed to disappear in his hair, but i knew better.
I had worked with them to create an illusion of normality around them.
"We have awaited you, ghost of the end."
I could not smile about that description of my work.
"Save storage or painless termination?"
A woman across the table with a copper forehead looked me in the eye as if she had expected something entirely different and she was not pleased with what she had heard.
"You do not ask questions."
This time i was prepared and my face could form a smile. "I don't do that since i know the answers, but in this case…" My eye wandered over all of the participants.
"Never mind."
They had made a uniform decision, but some individuals had disagreed, but where eventually pressured into this suicide pact.
I had just now identified the 5 of 14 that where not quite ready to cut the ties to this world.
"I will eliminate your figurines as decided. Do not worry i know what you want."
I saw the tension fade from 4 of the 5, but one of them was in the middle of a panicked overreaction.
The man that was almost 60 flipped the table and ran towards the exit.
In unison the 14 raised there arms and 14 gunshots eliminated the dis-functioning asset.
Even the gun of the man who had tried to run had agreed with the decision of the collective and had fired on him.
Different types of guns had been integrated into the groups hands.
"We will now complete our transformation and be one with the signal."
They started to activate the properties of the box one after another assembling them-selfs into tiny puppets of there own image.
The item was sucking them away into the tiny figurines there entire being collapsing during the assembly of there puppet.
When 13 puppets and one dead guy where the only traces this cult had leaved i pocketed 4 that had requested save storage. The rest i blinked out of existence.
I went over to the dead man and lifted him onto my shoulders.
Save storage for everyone.
With one hand i grabbed the box with the anomaly, and with the other the piece of paper with the 14 bank-connections and passwords.
I knew that i had just made a lot of money, but the anomaly was still the main prize.
I leaved no trace of this meeting behind and went back to my new toys and a dead guy.

Dead Lock

Once this side was a sandy desert, but it was a desert.
There is almost nothing leaved.
Last time i made a grip for power and was stopped.

Cad, Inactive, after making some ominous remark about improving creator feedback.
Cyto, Inactive, last i heard from him he worked on a laser, or a DS system chip.
Deny, Inactive, reacted negatively to my work based on his work. Both now cold.
Steffie, Inactive, retreated, current status unknown.

The once i worked together with, gone.

Yorick, inactive, went to capture slander-man.
The three headed IT guy, last seen in contact with the internal department, reaction negative.
Decibelles, went back to the foundation.
Nouva, Inactive, demoted for inactivity.

The two new guys…
Suppose, inactive after one good shot.
Garden Man, inactive.
I hardly knew y'all.

Crashbox? Inactive.

How dose it feel to lose so many faces to time.

But i know that some mechanisms of these sites are still at work.
There are newer new members, but non of them said a word yet.

Who is still here with me?

And i call myself the ghost…
Someone is there, someone silent.
Do you here me?
Do you see me?
Do you ignore me?

Am i the reason you stay silent?

I am not going away, so lets talk or just be silent together.
I sit alone in the dark, but i know that someone is still here with me.

Resemblance

"So, you finally decided to show your face."
"You know, you have not existed until now. You have no stakes in this fight. You are not Red Gen or Me."
The man in the white suit and red tie know this guy in white militaristic uniform better than he wanted to admit. Even thou to him this person was only a few seconds old.
"Why haven't you destroyed yourself like the rest of the white dragons of the forgotten war?"
"You broke your own mind. They were to close-minded. An army without an enemy. Of-cause they turned on each other or eliminated them-selfs. But you would not just collapse because the known world was gone so why should I?"
"I have done a lot of things, but i never denied realty like you are doing. The war is over, the armies are all safely back home, we won."
"Breaking a promise that stood for more than one millennial to fuse with the enemy is no victory. It is capitulation."
The man with the top-hat nodded. He knew the possession of his opponent to well, but now he had created what would allow him to finally destroy the part of him that still doubted his decision.
"Destroy me?" The man in the white uniform laughed.
"The others may have forgotten what they are when the white dragons dissolved, but i never forgot. To quote you or myself: Fighting progress means losing."
"Funny you said that. I wanted to use that quote."
In the next placke-time the two had clashed.
One a concise force of nature, the other a soldier with a cause.
Both were progress, both knew the only winning move was not to fight, both knew that there conflict was not winnable and both knew that this fight was inevitable.

The Cleaner

The corridors were wet as the caretaker was mobbing the floor with his wish-shoes.
Spinning like a dancer the floor, walls and ceiling were wiped in one continuous motion, the legs of the caretaker expanding as needed.
The caretaker could have just removed the dirt effectively, but he knew that his solution was more… creative.
He had blinked away his first thought, but that one was also true, this was more fun.
This body should not even be familiar with that concept. The caretaker rotated through the facility, deep in his thought, but still hitting every spot with his feet.
He considered his position.
Fun was something he had not allowed himself in a very, very long time.
He had always just plotted, worked towards a goal, worked towards something, but he had reached the conclusion nowadays. He was responsible for more than a few breaches, more than one destroyed leadership, more than one friendship that had not survived direct contact with him. This entire place was a dead cell by now. He was the poison that had killed this location. He had never intended to end up alone, but this was the result.
The connections of his shoes and the mops clicked open as he jumped out of them and into a new prepared pair, which clicked in place.
He should not even feel loneliness, but that had been something that had motivated him. He could have leaved, to just go find someone, but instead he was holding up here, keeping the place clean for guests that might never arrive. The caretaker looked down the wiped corridors and was still baffled that he was having emotions.
Emotions were something biological, and last he checked he had nothing biological about him.
He quickly checked, nope, still a projection of a machine. A recreation of a recreation of a human.
He looked down onto the floor. Jup, still capable of standing on the ceiling despite gravity. He had foreseen so many things and had planned for so long that he knew that the time of silence was almost over. The caretaker had created some company. They would arrive shortly, but they were as much unreal as he was. He knew that someone real was still around, someone was letting new people in, even if he had never meet any one of thous new people. There was always the nagging feeling that someone was still there, someone silent. He was the loud ghost of this place, but at least one other ghost wondered these halls.

"Just hope he or she has nothing against a clean floor."

The caretaker snapped his fingers and the wiper-shoes were gone, snapped again and the rests of the water vanished.

"Say, partner, why don't we work together?" The caretaker flashed a smile that he knew would not stay unseen.

"I am here, you are here, lets make something beautiful. If you want silence, speak up." Meta Wonderrat bowled and tipped his hat. "I think you already know what happens when things go quiet." Meta stood upright and flickered out of existence, leaving behind a clean floor, walls and ceiling.

World without Ego

First thing i noticed when diving into the mirror, was that the Meta that was coming towards me from below did not stop my decent. As soon as i was in there i felled that this world was nothing like the one i came from. First things first. There was a massive negative pressure down here. It was like every piece of the liquid making up this universe how ever fare that piece might have been away was tugging on me. Any normal body would have been torn to pieces in an instant, but this body was not normal. There was nothing there to be ripped away nothing, but… Than i noticed what was the only thing that mattered in this universe. EGO. There being a difference between oneself and the outside world. Like a hive mind, a hive mind without a self. Nirvana, that was what a Buddhist would have called it. The complete elimination of the separation between ones self and the universe. The complete melting of the barriers between mind, soul and matter. I realized that this world was very similar to the world i emerged in. This was similar to the clockwork, but the clockwork was way more fractured even in its heyday.
I was what this world needed if it wanted ego. I was the continuousness of a force of nature spanning an entire galaxy. This body was made from ego. Around me hundreds of black silhouettes, suits and top-hats, copies of me emerged from the soup. Me being here fractured this universe. I had not been torn apart, I was still me. I emerged from the mirror. Behind me i saw the black Metas reach for the surface of the mirror. Reaching for the world filled with limitation and difference, than they started to fade away, being torn apart by the nature of there reality.
One black gooey Meta emerged from the mirror. He was still a black goo silhouette. Than he collapsed screaming as it hit him. He had taken to much. Humanoids had limited amounts of ego. They where easy to embody.
But i am Meta. The humanoid that the mirror saw and tried to suck back into its depths was the tip of an iceberg that was the tip of a frozen planet.
The goo Meta screamed more and more as his limited recourses tried to comprehend me.
This me knew the universe it was in, the nature of its universe. I punched that me square in the jaw, ending his screaming. His black silhouette stabilized. This pain i gave him was his. He no longer needed to try to copy me. He was not Meta. He was someone else.
I looked into the mirror. There it was. My reflection and the hundreds trying to come through. I noticed that one of my false eyebrow-hairs was no longer reflected before i put the sheet back over the mirror.
My goo duplicate had fled the room. He had my ability to vanish without a trace.

Interview BLM

Subject #5677b "Perfect copy of Dr. Klingov"
Interviewer : Dr. Klingov
Lead Researcher: Dr. Banner
Interview: #5

Interviewer: 5677b, have you completed the multiple choice test?
5677b: Drop the crap 5677b. Here. I wrote this test. This is not our second interview and you are not in charge.
If they have not overruled me after they gassed this chamber the last time it is still Banner. Banner you human piece of humus. These are my tests. I can tell you the result even thou i don't have the papers with my interviewers answer here. Identical, until random numbers get involved.
Interviewer: I can understand you very well. Using my own test on me was not a good idea.
5677b: You know that i know that you know that i know that you cant trust me under lab conditions.
Interviewer: So, if we both put our heads together and try to make up some lie that would suggest that the copy is perfect and has no sign of malfunction…
5677b: No one WHO IS NOT COMPLETE GARBAGE AT THERE JOB would not find that result inconclusive. Interviews that dont get information are useless. YOU made my test USELESS.
Interviewer: Sins only Banner knows which one is which by now, since they keep amnesic gassing us between interviews….
5677b: Like we idiots advised him to, before we knew that he would control-v our work without checking the test pair.
Interviewer: Than we both agree…
Interviewer and 5677b (simultaneous): Banner is an IDIOT, THAT MESSED UP OUR RESEARCH AND IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE FAILURE OF THIS TEST.
Interviewer: Together? One of us still has the higher clearance.
5677b: It would be an honor Dr.
Interviewer: With pleasure Dr.
Interviewer and 5677b (simultaneous): Dr Banner, because of incompetence, you are fired.

Conclusion
Subject 5677b is to replace Dr. Banner as Dr. Klingovs assistant. Subject 5677b is cleared of all suspicion and is to be used as a precedent. All Subjects of the BLM research are to be integrated into the CI with an appropriate clearance. Subjects produced by the BLM are to be treated as the original would, excluding collective punishment. Subjects produced by the BLM are to stock up and replace existing Base 8 personnel if appropriate.

Of Black and White

one of the places that is going to get searched is a place that just has been searched.

The man in white military uniform was in the hidden bar in base six. He was sure that the Meta he had just faced had held back, even thou he had said that he would kill him like he killed the others. But here he was. He had tried to reach the other one he knew would oppose this behavior but red gen was lost somewhere in the grand isolation.
He knew about a green tied meta somewhere in the woods building a new Meterpic but he knew that finding that one would alarm his enemy. Holder was another option, but the meta with the yellow and the human parts was a risk. He might had developed a sense of loyalty over the war. There where other Yellow metas out there but those where trying to lay low. He needed someone else. Blue? Someone else.
A black silhouette stumbled trough the door. In his first instinct the meta in the uniform would have griped his knives and fled as a very good approximation of his enemy stumbled into the bar.
"I heard your call. You are exactly what i need now."
The sound of the silhouette sounded destorded. Much like a meta in its final moments before being eaten by the enemy they all had fought in the war.
"What meta are you? Where did you serve?"
"Nowhere, and i am no meta i think." The silhouette grabbed its head. "Maybe you can fill in some blanks."
"The meta i thought to fight messed up something else i see." The eyes of of both creatures began shining red.
"You are just what i need, BLMM."
"Than i will call you MUM, so cut the crap with the shortening of words."
"I wont."