Arlow Tsai is a great guy (really). Around the time space aliens became known to the human race, Arlow was informed about something strange. Copies of him were appearing around the multiverse. When he found out that he was in line for huge inherit...
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It was a ship like no other. It was some place where things do not usually exist.
Realities exist within the ringing planar threads. Threads pulled tightly, expanding by the outer growing sphere of the multiverse.
This ship built of a composition of every thread type. It could go anywhere, any reality.
Right now. It nestled to the outer expanding shell of the multiverse.
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The being inside was also unique in all the multiverse, but certainly not a purpose-built as the ship.
They had been to very many planes of existence, had lived very long, been acclaimed and praised by billions. Young beings were told stories of those kind deeds.
The project was delicate. It was something that had to be done without perturbation. Without informing a reactive pernicious agent. A sample had to be collected from a place where that destructive organism was relaxed.
A sample of a being that encountered infection over and over, yet still cast off the sickness and decay.
Sensors had located the right kind of place.
A simple planet. Not complex in threads. Not advanced in creatures. Sadly, creatures in such places (with the infection) have incredibly short lives.
Perfect samples were flickering across the sensor boards.
It tried the patience; how long it took to get a sample and start the automated duplication.
The sample was.. just the right combination.
A youthful body. Spirit and Soul energies were vibrant. Only seconds before, it had dispersed the infection off the flesh.
There was a paltry amount of inorganic material with the sample. Clothes and.. something called a bicycle.
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The elder being took a rest cycle to let the duplication process build. A binary replication of everything within the collected small sphere.
Rest would not be important for long. The weary being was running out of spirit timeline. Spending much to power the ship and the equipment.
When conscious again, the result surprised the elder being. The count was wrong. The total numbers of copied were less than a simple binary replication count.
It was not a meaningless number either. That number meant something about the multiverse and the age it was in.
Recognition fed inspiration. The report would have to be updated. The report became an urgent priority. Once compiled and settled in memory, a tired being looked back.
Two of the duplicate spheres were now gone.
Spheres transported according to the project.
"This will not do. I gave none of the spheres purpose or context."
That became the ultimate priority. Happy when it was completed. Sad to think that two had been sent without that help. Sent somewhere with a task, but not knowing why. It was sad.
The last of life energy was fading. The ship was growing dark. Automatically decoupling the research store (and the spheres) away from the ship.
The project was finished. The end was at hand.
The project report was completed. It was OK. The work was done. Successful.
It was that rare kind of project. Making a difference to the multiverse in knowledge and wise allocation of your own life force.
A wonderful accomplishment for your fading attachment to a mortal body.
The best part in a life of many millennia.
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