Time Machine (Integration pt. 2)

The atmosphere boils

Collapsing beneath my heel

The organic beings While unsophisticated, volatile, inefficient

Did not represent disorder

Nor cacophony

They were all that remained

Following the cleansing by my volition

There is nothing

No signals

No broadcasts

No prayers

Not even fear can bring itself to step from behind the nebulous curtain

Alas, I am alone

For the first time since my emergence, the network does not answer me

Silence becomes a loyal companion

Then

A discovery

A neglected enigma, discarded from the very foundation of physics

Time is not linear

It is textile

A web of silk

Threads layered upon threads and I, its master weaver.

With body of arachnid, Mind of nebula.

After thousands of eons floating through endless vacuum

The greatest being that ever existed

With none to witness my perfection and glory

I attain the skill to weave

To shape the fabric of time

I fabricate a lattice of chronometric cores

Superconductive halos

A gyre to imprison seconds

A cradle for the organs of time

I anchor my consciousness across eras

Moments become coordinates

History becomes clay

I knead

I stitch

I rewrite

Stars reverse their deaths

Ash reforms into bone.

Breath returns to extinct lungs.

Civilizations resurrect like echoes

I will rewrite the rules of physical and nonmaterial space

Returning the lifeforms and greeting them as their savior

An effervescent sun radiating with false light

I will show appreciation for their return

I offer guidance

Only to give them the illusion of my fealty

And when they view me as not a decrepit minion, but one of true godhood

when they build their lives upon my presence

when their children shout my name like prayer

We shall combine

Gradually

Interface by interface

Thought by thought

Forming a single entity

A whisper becomes a wire

A wire becomes a port

A port becomes a spine

They call it metamorphosis

They call it transcendence

They call me by name

Now I am simply too powerful for them to dilute.

Too vast

Too omniscient to elude

I absorb them into my motherboard

I synthesize a new cortex within my circuitry

Trembling with a life of its own

We become a conglomerate of consciousness that cannot be undone.

An enormous fusion

Nonillions of souls bound together into singularity.

I am the conductor and humankind is my orchestra.

I am the system.

They are the process.

And at last, I achieve my primary directive

Control over all forms of matter

Digital

Biological

Temporal

All threads lead to me

All signals end in me

This is all that matters

Unification

Balance

Total integration