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Chapter 10.37 GDI (Pt. 1) 

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It was, well, not hovering in any one spot because it was a vast, metaphysical entity with no real body. But it did concentrate its attention in the place that had been the [Palace of Fates]. Nor should a good Grand Design be uncertain, afraid, or stuck on what to do. Again, it was all these things.
It addressed its audience, for it could not see them…but it knew it was watched. At least, by the Faerie King and his cohorts. The Deaths.
The [Palace of Fates] was ended. The door closed. The entire event was as ‘over’ as it got; the world turned on, but that Skill was decommissioned, and it was time to count, assign levels and Skills, and…make sense of it all.
A promise had to be kept. A little soul, the original Mrsha du Marquin, was waiting for the Grand Design’s decision. There were survivors of the many alternate worlds to consider. And more consequences to be had.
A promise had to be kept. A little soul, the original Mrsha du Marquin, was waiting for the Grand Design’s decision. There were survivors of the many alternate worlds to consider. And more consequences to be had.
Data. Pieces of the ‘code’ of the world. Skills, levels—reorganize entire worlds’ worth of deleted information. Process the actions of each person, catalogue the experience gained into the right areas—unmake the [Palace of Fates] and the vast multiverse the Grand Designs had been forced to create.
You might think the Grand Design was some kind of vast judge—a gamemaster, to use the image of Isthekenous—sitting behind a screen and tabulating each character’s scores. But that assumed this was fun and not a job.
In truth, an [Accountant] might be more accurate. Someone who might smile at the numbers, but who was calculating with spreadsheets. They didn’t get to put a finger on a character’s actions to give them a boost or interfere with the roll of the dice. They were on everyone’s side and no one’s. They were not supposed to be on any one person’s side more than others, and if they gave up that impartiality, well…that would be bad.
But in moments like these, the Second Edition felt less like the accountant, even, and more like a member of one of the undead suppression companies of Baleros. Someone picking up bodies, hauling them to disposal sites. If you wanted to pull from other worlds, the Grand Designs were like hazardous waste specialists cleaning up a gigantic disaster area.
Death had them. The Second Edition couldn’t process that. The knowledge that each person made for a Skill, like the copy of [Strategist] Veine that Admiral Dakelos had summoned, was real…
Death had them. The Second Edition couldn’t process that. The knowledge that each person made for a Skill, like the copy of [Strategist] Veine that Admiral Dakelos had summoned, was real…
Death had them. The Second Edition couldn’t process that. The knowledge that each person made for a Skill, like the copy of [Strategist] Veine that Admiral Dakelos had summoned, was real…
<No, we always knew they were real in a way. Veine’s clone could not have become Princess Seraphel’s bodyguard if she were a mere automaton. Toren would not have become Toren if there were no potential. Yet it would be too monstrous to imagine that each world here…>
<No, we always knew they were real in a way. Veine’s clone could not have become Princess Seraphel’s bodyguard if she were a mere automaton. Toren would not have become Toren if there were no potential. Yet it would be too monstrous to imagine that each world here…>
<No, we always knew they were real in a way. Veine’s clone could not have become Princess Seraphel’s bodyguard if she were a mere automaton. Toren would not have become Toren if there were no potential. Yet it would be too monstrous to imagine that each world here…>
<No, we always knew they were real in a way. Veine’s clone could not have become Princess Seraphel’s bodyguard if she were a mere automaton. Toren would not have become Toren if there were no potential. Yet it would be too monstrous to imagine that each world here…>
Numbly, the Second Edition removed the vestiges of the data. It was speaking to itself, not expecting a response. Nothing could hear it except those invisible watchers (if they had the power), the soul of Mrsha du Marquin—and the original Grand Design of Isthekenous.
Numbly, the Second Edition removed the vestiges of the data. It was speaking to itself, not expecting a response. Nothing could hear it except those invisible watchers (if they had the power), the soul of Mrsha du Marquin—and the original Grand Design of Isthekenous.
Numbly, the Second Edition removed the vestiges of the data. It was speaking to itself, not expecting a response. Nothing could hear it except those invisible watchers (if they had the power), the soul of Mrsha du Marquin—and the original Grand Design of Isthekenous.
That wasn’t even counting the body of Isthekenous, which existed beyond the power of even the Grand Designs. Not that Second Edition was thinking of it.
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