âHave you ever wondered if the Ultra-High Reality web is, at its core, distinct from our convoluted network?â I asked, though even as the words left my lips, doubt crept in, my voice trembling with both urgency and uncertainty.
Their eyes narrowed, and I couldnât tell if it was suspicion or pity. âHow so?â
I leaned in, the charged intimacy between us both exciting and frightening me. âBecause Ultra-High is not merely an extensionâitâs a matrix, a labyrinth of connections that can be mapped, modelled, measured. Everything is interwoven; the fibres of our world and the virtual merge in ways that defy clear boundaries.â
They scoffed, a note of irritation and surprise colouring their tone. âSo, whatâs your point?â Their need to control the narrative was palpable, even as I struggled with my tangled convictions.
I pressed on, though my certainty wavered. âMy point is this: Ultra-High reality and our reality are intrinsically linked. They must beâeverything is connected on some level, isnât it?â
After a pause, they ventured, âIf I understand correctly, then youâre suggesting...?â
âIn theory,â I declared, trying to sound confident despite the battle raging within. âEvery action in our tangible world sends ripples throughout Ultra-High, and vice versa. Itâs not merely about my work in programmingâit's something far more profound. Our actions in Ultra-High can have real-world consequences.â
They replied coolly, âTheoretically, yes.âÂ
âWhat do you mean âtheoreticallyâ?â I challenged, though a part of me questioned my fervour. âYou, who once wielded absolute power, must acknowledge that every thought, every deed, shapes our reality. "
âYouâre hinting at New Thought, Chaos Magick, the Secret⊠arenât you?â they retorted, incredulity mixed with a hint of bitterness.
I managed a conflicted smirk, feeling both the thrill and the terror of my implications. âYes, though itâs not just New Thought anymoreâitâs been commandeered by science, validated even as we speak. And magick... you know its force, its unpredictable nature. You were once one of its foremost practitionersâif not the originator. Thatâs precisely why even a murmuring of it in your realm was forbidden before anyone dared venture into Ultra-High.â
Their eyes flickered with a mix of defiance and reluctant admiration. âI know it works. It has been the source of my strengthâand, perhaps, my weakness. But if this is true for us immortals, then why wouldnât they harness it both inside and outside Ultra-High? Why wouldnât an insurrection take root from within?â
I reclined, a shadow of regret and apprehension crossing my face as I whispered, âSome of us do. Yet for many, the control is subconscious. They tinker with their Ultra-High world without knowing theyâre altering its very code. It provides them with an illusion of controlâa false influence that they fail to recognize as manipulation. And if they remain ignorant of this alteration, they never search for a way out.â I could sense their frustration, their simmering anger at my words, trapped by the barriers between Ultra-High and human intervention, just as I was trapped by my doubts.
âEnough to mask their true longingâa digital manifestation of Low Magick,â they muttered.
âExactly!â I exploded, though even as I did, a part of me recoiled at the intensity. âIt deceives them into thinking theyâre piloting their own destiny, even as we covertly manipulate every nuance of their existence. If only they knew the truth, they might rally against it from within.â
Their tone then shifted, cautious and probing. âAnd what, then, is the path to enlightenment?â
I arched an eyebrow, uncertain if I should stoke the fire or douse it with reason. âWhat do you mean?â I prodded, both relishing and fearing the confrontation.
âYou mentioned you could live with your actions because you believed you were guiding souls toward enlightenment.â
They smirked a playful yet strained gesture. âThat was merely a teaseâdesigned to get under your skin,â I said as their grin became uncertain, eyes flickering with both defiance and vulnerability.
âIndeed,â they conceded softly, âif genuine enlightenment for those trapped in an artificial realm can be achievedâwhether through spirituality, meditation, shamanic journeys, or High Magickâthen could it not be possible for some to transcend the entire system?â Their words, fraught with dangerous allure, both intrigued and unsettled me.
I countered, voice low and measured, though a storm of conflict raged within. âApart from us, the technocrats, the architects straddling both Ultra-High and our reality, Iâve rarely seen anyone within the system so awakened as to peer beyond Ultra-Highâs seductive veneer. Granted, thatâs not entirely trueâIâve met a few elusive souls in the shadows, and Iâve even danced with them. But exposing to the truth they are on the edge of realising for them invites potential ruinâa ruthless security apparatus would come down, all dressed up in the guise of protecting the individual while shielding the system at any cost.â
They leaned forward, their tone edged with an urgency that mirrored my own inner turmoil. âSo, when you claimed you helped people become âenlightenedâ, what exactly did you mean?â
I took a measured sip of my drink, every word laden with uncertainty. âNot enlightenment in the strict Buddhist sense, but an infusion of purposeâa spark akin to Viktor Franklâs search for meaning. To awaken in them the sense of destiny, even if itâs confined within Ultra-High.Â
They murmured, âEven though it isnât the ârealâ world.â
My head shook, the fire in my eyes tempered by inner conflict. âIt is realityâwhat else is but a sensory illusion? Doctor Hoffman once showed us that; his revelations, alongside those of his students, gave birth to Ultra-High. Armed with such knowledge, we can reshape reality itself, turning VR from mere diversion into the next evolutionary frontier.â I shared these forbidden insights while battling an internal fear that they might rebound and that my doubts might someday be used against humanity.
They pressed, tone challenging. âAnd do you believe this marks the next evolutionary leapâa true upgrade to human existence?â
I replied swiftly, though my voice wavered. âNo, not for the masses. Technology was meant to elevate humankind, but what we have now is a distortionâa poisoned tool of control wielded by the elite. Only those among us who can slip between Ultra-High, and our world can ascend, not the ordinary masses.â I paused, letting these words, as heavy as they were conflicted, sink into the space between us.
They countered, âHow can you claim that those ensnared in Ultra-High discover meaning, enlightenment, or control when itâs all a well-crafted sham?âÂ
My tone hardened as I tried to mask my inner hesitance, âOur entire notion of free will is a lieâa mirage amidst predetermination. In both our world and Ultra-High, what we call freedom is simply a carefully programmed illusion. We can simulate meaning, purposeâeven enlightenmentâbut it remains an elaborate deception.â
Their eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and wariness. âSo, itâs all an illusion, then?â
I responded in a dark, conflicted timbre, âYes, an illusion that nonetheless propels us to transcendent states. Once we breach that boundaryâbe it in the tangible realm or in Ultra-Highâwe learn to command our reality. You have been stirring these latent forces, moulding events with subtle, almost imperceptible manipulations for eons.â
After a pause, they offered softly, âI was never the architectâyou were more like a hacker, a meddler.â
âOr a Chaos Magician,â I countered, though even as the title rang out, I felt a pang of self-doubt. The label carried a weight that both empowered and tormented me. They took pride in their exalted status, even as their attempts at control seemed tragically flawed.
They scoffed, âI wouldnât put all the chaos on you. Consider the bloodshed in the name of Christâthe believers caused far more havoc than your quiet manipulations ever could.â
A low, bitter laugh escaped me. âBelieve what you will, but if I whisper into the ears of humans, then yes, my influence is undeniableâeven if I am conflicted about it.â
âInfluence, yesâyet they still have free will,â they argued, piecing together my fragmented provocations.
I leaned forward as if to impose my views, yet my conviction wavered. âOnly if free will means choosing between left and right. True freedom is the capacity to conceive entirely new paths. When youâre forced to pick an actorâany from thousandsâhow do you choose? Is it genuinely free will, or merely what your mind has predetermined?â
They replied, wistfully, âI suppose if an actor simply comes to mind, thatâs all there is.â
âPrecisely,â I retorted sharply, though I hung on every word with personal conflict. âYou may choose from what appears, but what of the countless names and faces hidden deep within, forgotten or unknown? That isnât free willâitâs a preordained chain, dictating our associations.âÂ
They processed my words before saying, âBut you still argue thereâs a choice between right and wrong.â
My tone turned piercing yet betraying my own wavering resolve. âYes, according to oneâs morals. But that is merely the freedom of choiceâa finite selection. The idea of true free willâthe ability to imagine something entirely unprecedentedâis a myth. In todayâs world, manipulated by media or drugs, our reality in both forms is nothing more than reprogramming.â
They looked unconvinced. âSo, the whole system is, after all, a lie?â
A slow, bitter smile flickered on my face as I replied, âHas it ever not been? Even back to the Garden of Eden. Consider the serpentâs words, your wordsânot mere deceit, but an unvarnished injection of truth. Eve was offered the knowledge of good and evil. The lie was the illusion of unfettered freedom until she tasted the weight of real choice.â
They pressed further, âBut then you can have choiceâand yet you must suffer the consequences.â
âExactly,â I agreed, my voice heavy with internal conflict. âTo claim that evil did not exist before the apple was bitten is itself a deception. If there were no evil, why would a tree bear forbidden fruit, planted so deliberately as to tempt naĂŻve minds? When left alone with desire, boredom, and forbidden curiosity, how can one not eventually succumb?â
They murmured uncertainly, âAllegedly.â
âAllegedly,â I echoed, the word laced with a dark edge and inner turmoil. âThe serpentâs aim, your aim, was to ignite that spark of curiosity. In sowing a seed of rebellion against a preordained systemâagainst the very suppression of genuine free willâa revolution of thought was set in motion, one that still festers today in the hidden recesses of both Ultra-High and our so-called reality.â
I watched them wrestle with my words, their expression mirroring the struggle I felt inside. My voice was unyielding in tone yet fraught with internal conflict, each deliberate word a challenge to the comforting illusions they clung toâeven as I hid my own bewilderment.
Thus began our discourse, a collision of convictions and vulnerabilities, as I stood conflicted between the seductive clarity of forbidden truth and the tormenting uncertainty of its price.