First topic message reminder :"Billiam," a voice sounded into the Data Realm, voice unknown, for its information had yet to be processed -- it simply appeared out of remnant data from thin air, and couldn't be detected preemptively, "I Remember." Perhaps his mind was overloaded with information before, and he couldn't focus, as he was seeing now when overloaded again whilst already overtired, but that visual of himself in his own negative zones let him see what it was like. "It's All Returning To Me... Every Last Fragment Of Information From All Those Years."
Who was he talking to?
Who was he?
Only one should recognize the disembodied voice. The one whom was addressed. "... There Isn't Much To Say About This Except... Your Plans Were A Success." The information resonated, traveling through the datastream, all throughout the virtual realm, where Billiamworld was, where Billiam created an AI version of himself, which would relay information to his physical self. "... I See Now. So, I Will Show You Now... The Extent Of Mine Sight Once More." Even that man... Even him... He, too... He had faith.
It wasn't fake. Just well-covered.
But because of what happened... Perhaps they both went too far.
"... So. From One Brain To The Next... I Say... It Is Time. Use The Trump Card." No matter what, all information was absorbed into the Data Realm, no matter how obscure. Whether or not it was ever EXTRACTED from the Data Realm did not mean it wasn't there at all. Just like things that were discovered having always existed, and not having been created from scratch. The Data Realm was a place to be excavated and DISCOVERED more deeply. "Man May Want To Travel To Deep Space... But How Can You Do That If You Can't Yet Travel The Deep Net?"
That's right -- it was the ability to transfer digital information that would pave the way for interstellar travel, not anything that light or rocket propulsion or anything at the speed of light or slower could ever hope to achieve. Something only raw information could do. It would even allow them to safely progress through black holes. "... I Think It's About Time For One Last Conspiracy... One To Bring It All Home." He'd gotten them this far... But... It was time for the landing, which others had prepared for him.
They'd spent all that time extracting information also for purposes like this, in case they did decide to take the path of camaraderie. In case they did come together and decide to work as a team when the setup came to a head. But it wouldn't at all be able to be possible if the one who spoke to those who had plotted this much... Was still against them.
For the moment, he'd seen enough... Yet, he still needed to see a lot more.
Yet, he'd already seen much more, too. So much more... He could only let this voice of his be the indication. But, from the data of his voice, which was extrapolated by the Data Realm itself, that very genetic code of the information was converted into his virtual form, the Grand Tabrynth, which would continue with this matter from there as he went on ahead.
Billiam wasn't the only one who had master plans... Nor made them. Or, even more so, whom had made them WITH, AGAINST, or AROUND the person that Billiam focused so intensely on for so long. It was much more of a compliment than it was being made out to be, and only made sense now, when he knew WHY they did what they did. And he, understanding their feelings, embodied what they wanted him to be in their eyes... Because he saw how righteous and beautiful what they wanted was, and how it was so important to them to see that... For it to be done for them, before their eyes, and maintained, just for them.
Something he couldn't just allow to be destroyed, no matter the circumstances. This was about FAR more than just any human or earthly matter... No... This...?
This was... THE BATTLE FOR EVERYONE'S SOULS.
