Private AN UNFORTUNATE EXPERIMENT

[Mr. Usher]

AN UNFORTUNATE EXPERIMENT
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To: Director Liin "Tera" Terallo
Subject: On Ka’thaa’rahn, Entechment Progress, and the Perils of Emergent Zealotry

Encryption Integrity: Total

Archive Crosslink: [EIDOLON–VAULT//CRUCIBLE-REF.CORE]
Package Contents: 37 Files | 1.2 TB
Whispergift Live Sample: Withheld

Dear Tera,

You would not have approved of the harvest’s method, but you may yet make use of its fruit.

Ka’thaa’rahn has collapsed—a martyr of its own orthodoxy and end of a stellar life cycle. Their soul-crystal architecture, while cruel in execution, provided the lattice I required. I have included for you all viable schematics, crystalline stress maps, and harmonic imprint breakdowns derived from the vault we raided. The Choir was…effective. The work, gruesome. But the data is yours to refine.

More importantly, I believe I have fashioned a tentative solution to your synthetic Force resonance trials.

It is not elegant.
It is not clean.
But it functions.

The Whispergift, as the test subjects have named it, is a mutualistic transcranial parasite, small and surgically stable. It acts as an indirect conductor of Force phenomena. It is neither truly alive nor fully machine. Once integrated, it channels slivers of my greater lattice into the bearer’s nervous system, granting limited resonance: emotional translation, minor precognition, short-range empathy. The parasite is attuned to me, and through me, to the Choir of stored Force echoes. In short, I can share my connection to the Force through this parasite, for lack of a better term.

You will find the supporting files enclosed, alongside relevant failure logs and biofeedback toxicity assessments. No live sample is included. I do not consider this prototype a full success, certainly not safe enough to risk your curiosity with a live specimen without the full context of the side effects

Regrettably, although perhaps inevitably…

It has become a deity to some.

I do not encourage worship. I did not build temples. Yet now they call it communion, and me some obscene patron of endurance. I have culled the worst of them. Others resist such pruning. Some interpret silence as permission.

I can suppress. I cannot erase.
This may be the Force’s own flaw—its knack for mythologizing it's own mechanisms.

Know that I prefer this work untainted by zealotry. I would sooner see the 'Whispergift' adopted as tool, not totem. I entrust you with the data not to expand its influence, but to guide it toward your cleaner variant—should you succeed where I grew impatient.

I would value your insight, your cautions, your critique. And if you so choose, your absence.

But if these wretched little creatures of mine become the bridge we both needed… then I will not regret its birth.

It is certainly an odd feeling, relinquishing control of biomass. I know that the parasites lack any higher function of understanding - they merely latch onto the host and become subservient, with backdoor access for me to revoke and communicate with the host. Looking at this thing that I can half-feel through... It disgusts me, even though I am responsible for its creation.

To purge everything would be a tragedy both utilitarian and humane. I shall do my best to safekeep the subjects, even if I must adopt the guise they place upon me. Though they are not directly me, I am responsible for their creation and their deeds. I shall treat them with greater care than I would my own biomass.

I cannot bring myself to undo what I have put in motion, but perhaps I can steer it to our mutual benefit, to a tidier solution. One that doesn't involve yet another dogmatic practice.

Warmest regards,
—U

 

[Liin "Tera" Terallo]

I live a life on the run now. It is a strange thing to experience. Whereas before I could stay anywhere and be ignored; now it is quite different. I am hunted despite no bounties and no warrants placed upon me. However it is my continued research that they are after, moreso than it is me as a person. I am merely a mind that can be replaced, whereas my research cannot.

I find myself working on paper, mostly. At least when it comes to the bulk of my calculations. Paper cannot be hacked by slicers. Paper is private unless someone is in the room with me. However there is a lot of danger in that as well, for paper is easily destroyed. And so I commit myself to creating back ups, both on paper and datachips, and I bury them in discreet locations across the Galaxy. It is a lot of work, however it gives me something to keep me occupied during the lengthy travel between locations.

My datapad pings, notifying me of an incoming message. At first I move to dismiss it, however my curiosity gets the better of me. To my surprise there is a large datafile attached and it is sent by Mister Usher. I open up the message and read it carefully. It is worded strangely and written in such a manner that it leads me to believe that the one writing the message could be the source that Mister Usher comes from. But I could be mistaken on that part.

Regardless the bulk of the message is intriguing. Creating a hive mind or someone that can be controlled by one is not the intent of my research. However the part about about temporarily gaining some Force Wizard abilities is. It is yet another avenue to take should my current methods fail. Intertwining the two is an idea that deserves some merit.

Some people think that injecting midichlorians into someone makes them instantly turn into Force Wizards, but it does not. For doing so causes as much risk as it would to inject anyone with another's blood for a transfusion. It has to be the right kind to work. And this is why a synthetic Force is not a common thing today. The right kind is yet to be discovered.

In light of all of that, I respond to him in kind:

Dearest U,

Thank you for these files. I shall go over them thoroughly. Once finished I will provide you with some of my notes.

As always you amaze me; both in your personal growth as well as in the mutual understanding of this vital research. You are the only one that I can trust completely. And if my life is cut short before my research is finished; I hope that you can safeguard it and save it for the next scientist with a similar mind can continue with it. Their success will be my success. And ours.

You will know of my next location soon after I have arrived. Until then, please continue to keep a watchful eye.

~Tera

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