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Enibal walked into the Council Chambers the morning after his conversation with his Queen with hunched shoulders. The emotional high he’d felt from his Queen’s friendship and confidence still carried him, but the upcoming task weighted heavily on him all the same. I hope the Duke arrives soon.
Henry had apologized to him again on their secure channel (some crazy little bot the Humans invented had run a hard-line between their embassies so that they could talk securely without meeting face to face), then they’d gone over what would happen today.
I am glad Henry and I were able to talk last night, though I do miss talking to him in person. Still, he’s right, we can’t be seen together too much if this is going to work. Something about the conversation has been bothering me, though. I just wish I could put my finger on what.
He watched the other Ambassadors trickle in to their seats. Henry in particular caught his eye. Something about him seemed off. Understanding hit him like a freighter: Henry is worried. Most wouldn’t know it, but I’ve been around humans enough to know. He took a look around, and saw the Arabso and Themircn also cast a few sidelong glances at Henry. Apparently someone has been paying attention to their new Embassy guards, at least enough to recognize worry in the species.
Just then Killintar finally strode out onto the speaker’s platform. Something about him is different, something more than that ridiculous piece of jewelry he decided to start wearing last week. He still walks with the same swagger, but something about it is different. It almost feels like the swagger is an act?
Yes, that may be it. He doesn’t stand quite as straight as he used to, his eyes shift too much, and what used to be a grin is almost a grimace. Wait… that micro-expression when he looked at the Xaltan ambassador. What is going on?
Killintar made it to the podium and began speaking. No call to order, none of his usual grandstanding and relishing his position: he just… started a speech. “We have been called into an early session because, once again, the humans have decided to break with civility, rational action, tradition, the spirit of the law, and normal procedures of this council.
“Last night you were all sent a brief on the situation. To put the matter simply, the honorable Galshan Conglomerate entered into a mining compact with the humans on one of their worlds near Human space.
“As is inevitable when dealing with humans, friction arose. The humble and gracious Kothro took these frictions in stride. They made few protests, but were ignored when they did. Then humans began their bid for power within the League, and the stalwart Kothro could no longer bear to remain in partnership with the humans who threaten us all, particularly when they – a truly peaceful people – realized how much of the fruits of their labors were intended for war.
“So, last night, they made a last attempt to negotiate with the humans. I will give credit where it is due: they did come to me first and ask me to negotiate, but we all know how the humans respond to Xaltans these days, so I suggested that they ask the Venter for aid. What a clumsy lie! They asked me first, and then asked him if he had a problem with it! Why make such a lie?
Then Killintar locked eyes with him for just a moment with a hard, challenging stare. Enibal kept his face even and didn’t blink. That is why. To test me, see if I would call him out on the lie: He doesn’t entirely believe that we intend to remain neutral in this.
Killintar seemed to take his lack of expression as compliance and continued, “The Venter graciously agreed, and attempted to mediate with the humans. The noble Kothro sat for hours and pleaded with the humans to end their destructive course towards the rest of the League, and to swear that the fruits of their joint venture would not be used in war.”
Ha! That prat handed over a list of demands as long as my arm, none of which said anything about how the metals of the mine might be used.
“When the humans refused, he tried to compromise on many of the points, to bargain and barter them down to something the humans would accept. I know that the honorable Venter Ambassador proposed many compromises as well. The Kortho even volunteered a great deal of their own treasure on some of the points, just to try to maintain peace within the League.”
Oh, by the grace of Hishia! He made a bunch of mealy-mouthed noises about compromise, but made it clear that he expected humanity to comply with the list, which included enough reparations to the Xaltan, and a few races who have fought their mercs, to bankrupt nearly any government here!
It was all Enibal could do to keep his face still as Killintar continued reading –yes, reading! Enibal blinked in surprise, then composed himself again. Killintar never read anything in Council, he enjoyed the sound of his own voice too much.
The Prime Minister continued, “I spoke with Ambassador Roonda shortly after the meeting was abruptly cut off by the Human ambassador. Roonda was literally shaking, he had feared a violent outburst from the humans in the room. He gave me an extensive account of his attempt at negotiation, and I have read Ambassador Enibal’s report as well.
“Those reports are not for the faint of heart, my fellow sentients, and I will not have this Council divided over picking at the wording within them. I also wish to save you the stress of reading the threats made by humanity.”
Movement caught Enibal’s eye, and he saw Henry stand abruptly and start mashing buttons. Nothing happened of course. Henry got a strange look and pulled out a device. It fritzed in his hand so violently that Enbial could see it from where he stood. You knew that trick wasn’t going to work twice, Henry.
A small flicker of amusement crossed Killintar’s face, so fast Enibal nearly missed it, even with his skills. Normally he takes more joy in seeing a rival, particularly someone like Henry, stymed. I don’t like how subdued the man is.
Killintar continued. “The important point is the threats made by the humans. Just before abruptly ending the meeting and storming out – a serious breech of protocol and etiquette .” Yea, you old wind-bag, and one of your favorite tactics. “the humans informed –did not negotiate, just informed – Ambassador Roonda that they would be retrieving everything they put into the project from the site: many millions of CSC’s worth of equipment and material.
“This would, of course, cripple any attempts to work that land. Ambassador Roonda attempted to negotiate a way for the humans to leave the material at the site, including generous payments and an agreement to share the profits until the material was paid off with interest, but the Human simply stated that they would be taking their material –by force, if necessary, and stormed out.”
I am going to have no choice but to refute this! Why is he being so outrageous? Roonda offered a pittance, at best, for the equipment: not a fraction of its worth, and flatly informed Henry that Humanity would not be allowed to buy the products of the mine at any price.
“It is unconscionable that any Ambassador would take such unilateral action and declare such a naked threat of force without even coming to the Council for mediation. I do not say this to impugn our good Venter Ambassador, I know the Venter in general and our good Ambassador in particular have worked miracle after miracle in trying to bring the Humans to civilized behavior.
“However, one Ambassador is not the Council. Threats of war are a thing to be made openly, where others can hear perceived grievances and judge them on their merits; not whispered threats in back rooms.
“The humans then compounded their heinous offences by sending military troops – who they mysteriously, somehow, had stationed nearby – to oversee the removal of that equipment and their personnel. That the Humans abused the comms network meant for peaceful communication between worlds to send such a diabolical message is a point to be discussed in the future.
“They landed many battle-ready troops at the mining site, men who sprang from their drop-ships with weapons pointed at innocent miners, yelling conflicting orders and pushing them to the ground.
“This sort of violent response to a peaceful notice can not be tolerated. As Prime Minister, I put the following proposal before this Council:
“The humans will be given an official Censure by the Council.
“They will pay for the therapy required by so many peaceful mining men and women who were traumatized by angry humans threatening bloody murder with the guns we have all come to fear.
“They will pay damages in the amount of the cost of the equipment that they illegally removed from the site, as well as the costs associated with replacing it.
“They will then pay punitive damages, half to the Roonda and half to the League, in the amount of twice the costs mentioned above. This amount may seem steep, my fellows, but I think you will all agree that a strong message must be sent. We may not get so lucky next time, if the humans are allowed to run rampant like this.
“I will now put the proposed sanctions to a vote.” Killintar leaned forward over the podium, and Enibal had to work to keep from leaning back. For just a moment, as the lizard’s eyes swept the room, the old Killintar was back, with a gaze that promised dire retribution to any who opposed him.
The moment passed. Einbal took a deep breath, and waited for the Arabso Ambassador to make his move, as Henry had planned. He looked down to Henry and saw the man give a subtle signal – he scratched his nose – to the Arabso Ambassador.
Wait. That isn’t the signal to proceed. That was the abort signal. He looked at Henry’s face, and could see the man was worried. He turned his eyes back to the Arabso Ambassador, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched Ballud hit the button to signal for attention. He missed the cue! Not good. I know Henry had to have a good reason for aborting. What am I going to do?
Ballud’s request was not recognized, so he began to shout instead: Something about calling for a vote of censure and refusing to allow dissent being against protocol. Other voices joined him, and soon a general shout echoed through the chambers.
Killintar made a half-hearted effort to stare them down, but quickly relented with a flick of his wrist, then hit the button on his console. All of the mics in the Council Chamber went live at once, and all of those shouting voices were suddenly amplified. Enibal winced as so many voices exclaimed in surprise and pain, then everyone went silent.
That rat bastard. He didn’t wince at all. I bet he had ear plugs in to start with! Killintar stood there, arms folded, contempt on his face, and seemed to dare anyone to be the first to speak.

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So... a day later than usual posting this one: had a 1.2K mile or so round trip this weekend to see my nephew graduate, and didn't get home until \far* too late. Thankfully I can flex a few minutes out of my work day today to get this one up now. This one is a bit shorter, because there isn't a half-descent stopping point for far too many words after this. Comments and corrections welcome, of course. Enjoy!*
(EDIT: 1.2K miles, not 12K miles. Missed a decimal. LOL.
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How come when I convert all odds to fractions and try to add them up it comes out to more than 1?

I'm looking here for the latest updated odds to win the world cup. Converting the odds to fractions is a relatively simple procedure, for example 4-1 odds converts to 1/5 as a fraction, 5-2 odds converts to 2/7 as a fraction. So these fractions are effectively a team's chance to win the world cup. They can be converted to decimals and percentages from here too. But now here's the problem:
Odds (after conversion to fractions):
Brazil: 1/5 Spain: 1/5 France: 1/8 Germany: 1/8 Belgium: 1/9 England: 1/11 Croatia: 1/15 Portugal: 1/17 Argentina: 1/19
After adding just these top 7, it already comes out to a value greater than 1. And a lot more fractions are still to be added, albeit small fractions, but still fractions that will push the total value higher than 1. I don't get it. I thought if you convert all odds to fractions, and then add up all fractions, it should come out to exactly 1, maybe with some roundoff errors, but still effectively 1. With this fraction sum it's significantly higher than 1, I haven't calculated to the end but it's close to something like 1.3, which shouldn't be possible.
So what's up with this? Am I not understanding the math correctly?
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Massive Breakdown of Curse of Osiris Weapon and Armor Lore, Collected and Organized

Osiris

History
In the wake of the Iron Lords' untimely deaths and the chaos that threatened to topple the fledgling City from within, the one known as the Speaker made his bid for power. To create the illusion of democracy, the Speaker established the Consensus, an oligarchical body of representatives from the City's leading political factions and the three Guardian classes. For the Titans: Saint-14, the right hand of the Speaker. For the Hunters: Tallulah Fairwind, first in a long line of ever-changing representatives. And for the Warlocks, the already-legendary warrior who had studied with Felwinter and Nirwen themselves: Osiris.
Banishment
Osiris stood at the far end of the Underwatch, his back to her. "We need to talk," she said. Sagira turned. He did not. "I'm surprised you came alone. Have you finally learned confidence?" "Yes." Ikora clenched her fists, then released them. "Not from you." He crossed his hands behind his back. "I know why you're here." "I should hope so." "This meeting was prophesied. As is my impending banishment." "Then you had ample warning." "This is ridiculous!" Sagira snapped. "We're at war. Osiris does what you all are too scared to do, and you banish him? How're you going to win against the Darkness without him?” Osiris held up a hand to silence her. "Ikora knows," he said. "She pretends otherwise, but she knows." "Winning by your terms is no victory." Ikora's hands were fists again. She unclenched them. "Goodbye, Osiris."
"So that's it?" Sagira cried out, as Ikora began to walk away from her old mentor. "You're just going to let the Vanguard kick him out? After everything Osiris has done for you? He taught you everything you know!" Ikora pivoted sharply. "No. Osiris merely taught me everything HE knows." "Admit it, Ikora. Without Osiris, you would still be running training exercises with that loud brute, Shaxx." "It would be in your best interest to stop talking now, Sagira. The Crucible was my home." "You were wasting your talents! Osiris made you greater than what you were. And now he needs you for something truly important. Where's your loyalty? You owe him." "This conversation is over," Ikora said, and walked away. "You bet it is! We are outta here! You'll all be sorry, you ingrates."
Understanding
The unenlightened wonder at my so-called “fixation” upon the Vex. They believe our gravest existential threat is the Hive, for those beings have made a pact with the Darkness itself via the medium of the Worm Gods (according to Toland, at least, and I see no reason to doubt him in this). But Darkness is not merely absence of Light. Darkness is an entity unto itself. Put simply, Darkness is not Nothing. But the Vex? The Vex seek neither Light nor Darkness. They seek Convergence, the reduction of all life to its simplest, most meaningless form. An entelechy of zeros and ones. “Evil” is a word for sentimentalists and fools. But, in the ontology of the sentimental, the Vex are more deserving of the term than the Hive. Given a choice between Darkness and Convergence, I would choose Darkness. It is a logical choice. Yet for this they banish me.
Physically, I am beneath the surface of Mercury. That is what Sagira's sensors say. The Vex hollowed out the planet, replaced its molten heart with cold right angles. But that is not what I see. I see infinity. An infinity of possible worlds, so perfectly simulated as to be indistinguishable from the experiences I once called “reality.” I can touch them, taste them, pass lifetimes in them! They grow within this machine like fruit upon a tree—no, a forest of trees, its fractal expansion nigh unmeasurable. I said that to Sagira and she replied, “Sounds like a challenge.” This Ghost of mine knows me too well. It strikes me now that I could find in this Infinite Forest a reality in which Ikora accompanied me into its endless mysteries. What an awful, destructive machine this is. I must know everything about it.
Compartmentalization. Isolate the pieces of a network, so that 1) each subnet may operate independently, and 2) any harm that befalls one subnet will not necessarily befall the rest. The Vex learned this lesson well. Many subnets, many equations, all executing toward the same answer: convergence. They gambled that eventually, one of their subnets will achieve it. Speaking in purely mathematical terms, it's a very safe bet. In that conceptual framework, you see how the Forest, “infinite” in so many ways, is still only a small fraction of the Vex's true capabilities. Imagine the decimal two-point-one repeating. Its precise value is incalculably infinite, and yet you know that beyond its irrational depths waits two-point-two. Two-point three. Two-point-four…
Exploration
"I've misplaced Osiris again," Sagira told a Goblin. The Goblin, being a Goblin, shot at her. She dodged with a sigh, and continued through the Forest. "If I was Osiris, where would I go to celebrate Panoptes becoming scrap metal?" The answer, when Sagira finally tracked him down, surprised her. Osiris hovered, cross-legged, at the center of a ruined Lighthouse. A dead sun loomed in the lightless sky. Arrayed on the ground below to the horizon, yellow Vex eyes pierced the gloom. Sagira zoomed straight to Osiris's side. "I thought we averted this future!” Eyes closed, Osiris shook his head. “Many equations lead to this answer.” A sound like a drumbeat, but with the impact of an earthquake, shook the Lighthouse. Sagira darted through the crumbling chamber. "What do we do?" Another bone-rattling drumbeat kicked up clouds of dust. Osiris floated to his feet. "We start over." BOOM. Through the window, a shadow eclipsed the Vex eyes. "But first," he said. "You'll have to rez me again, old friend."
Adoration
We in the Lighthouse follow a man haunted by visions of apocalypse, who doesn't turn away. Osiris doesn't close his eyes. He doesn't even blink. He put aside his Vanguard duties, his students, his very life, to bear this curse. And why? Because it is the only way to become strong enough to save you from the enemy. You in the City who condemned Osiris, who cast him out and cursed his name, do you not understand that the prophecies are curse enough? Anyone can see the signs if they just truly look! Osiris preserve us, I am blind and I recognized the signs of his lost prophecies coming to bear! But none of us, not even his most faithful, have seen the things Osiris has seen.

The Lost Prophecies

Eris,
It started because of his Lost Prophecies. A misnomer—the prophecies were always accessible to those who cared about them, but the Followers proclaimed them “lost” to a City that had censored all Osirian material. And even then the City didn't truly lose them, for when the Speaker ordered me to destroy Osiris's writings, I placed the documents in my private library instead. I don't believe in burning books, regardless of my opinion of the author. As to why he had to write the prophecies in iambic couplets? Simple: vanity.
-- Ikora

It's not been easy to gather this foresight. Prophecies are tricky things: they change the future they foretell. When a seer shares their knowledge of a coming event (any event, whether good or ill), there will always be those who gather to prevent it. Say too little and your meaning is lost. Say too much and you have made the task of your enemies easier. You must say just enough so that the few who can listen will hear. I have done all I can. The rest is up to you. You must trust in me. You must trust in yourself.
-- Osiris
  1. Two siblings cleaved by time and space, reflections never found alone. The ending of the eldritch race—a path long seen but never known.
  2. To Tower comes a war in red; an orphan sounds the empire's call. Mortal angels mourn the dead while lightless light wraps night in pall.
  3. An army meets, and stands, and falls. Three nobles wage their hopeless war. In shifting madness, evil crawls. One stands above the battle's roar.
  4. A charnel but effulgent orb—beacon in a loathsome dark— Fêted, fetid corpses rise—a too-long-absent gibbous spark.
  5. A visitor ignites the sky, and in the truth of light it dreams: Above the dead and yet-to-die, a legion's blade with fire screams.
  6. Amid the endless death one flew—unnatural all-consuming need— And in the space between the two, accursed comprehension freed.
  7. A spark of knowledge with each fall, the purpose of the endless youth. No longer shunned, dark's nameless call now brings about tenebrous truth.
  8. They sowed the First, now reap the Last; forever narrows to a line. Where Light will fade into the past—when all's converted, nothing shines.
  9. A sacred eye that speaks in lies—upending futures in its path. The way before us to the skies shall see itself in ancient wrath.
  10. See who's robed as if a god, who stands with pride above the rest! Destroy this ancient nameless fraud! Destroy the one whose death was blessed!
How to interpret the Lost Prophecies? The theory in vogue right now with the Followers of Osiris is that the first five verses refer to the Black Garden, the coming of Ghaul, the Traveler's awakening and Ghaul's subsequent defeat. It's a convincing interpretation, even conceding that prophecies are much easier to interpret in hindsight. There's just one thing: if Osiris used the Infinite Forest to develop his prophecies, and the Infinite Forest cannot accurately simulate Light, how did Osiris predict the Traveler would wake? The forest's very inability to predict this very thing is what prevented Panoptes from breaking ground with its apocalyptic calculations. I must assume: 1) Either verse 5 does not refer to the Traveler's awakening, or 2) Osiris has prophetic resources at his disposal other than the Forest. What they are I have no idea.

Osiris's Philosophy

From the journals of Ikora Rey:
When I studied with Osiris, he would often tell me: “I see failure in your future.” No matter how hard I worked, no matter how strong I became, always: “I still see failure.” I think now what he saw was Io. When I lost my Light and retreated from a ruined City, when I arrived on Io to find only silence, I too thought I had failed. Even after Ghaul's defeat and the Traveler's waking, I told my friends I thought the Traveler had tested me, and that I had failed its test. But now I'm not so sure. Perhaps what Osiris saw for me—what I experienced on Io—was simply that I needed help. That most human of conditions. I needed to be in a fireteam, and to be a fireteam for others in turn. How like Osiris to see that and name it failure. I won't make that mistake again.
From Brother Vance's writings:
To be a Guardian! How I longed for it. After the near-death experience in which I lost my eyesight, I even believed that I had become a Guardian, that the great Osiris had granted me my dearest wish. How young and foolish I was! But now that I am thirty, and wise, I know better. I wanted to be a Guardian, but what I needed was to feel like I was enough. Like I was equal to the great task of life. That I was heroic. And THAT, my friends, is the beauty of Osiris's teachings! That if you work, if you strive, if you suffer for the sake of improvement, you CAN become better! It's a hard life I've chosen, full of sweat and pain and darkness. But I have never been so free!
Excerpt from a letter written by Lord Shaxx to the Speaker, dated three years ago:
I do not appreciate wasting time that should be spent forging Guardians into their best selves. But since you have seen fit to launch a formal investigation into my beliefs, I will explain them as simply as I can for you. I am no "follower" of anything. I believe thanatology is just an excuse for insomnia and that Ahamkaras are for cheaters. I find the Acataleptic belief that Darkness is incomprehensible to be pessimistic nihilism, and its opposite—the Osirian position that Darkness must be understood—to be misanthropic narcissism. But I will also take good ideas where I can get them. And Osiris's belief that Guardian minds and bodies can be sharpened as one sharpens a sword is a damn good idea. You've seen the results in the Crucible. Do I really have to say any more?

Saint-14

I never found Osiris, but I've killed enough Vex to end a war. And they, in turn, struck a fatal blow: they completed a Mind with the sole function to drain the Light from me. It worked very well. Don't worry (not that you worry much). It took them centuries to build, keyed to the unique frequency of my Light. And I sit atop its shattered husk. I mourn that I will never reach the heights you have. To me, you represent everything a Guardian can become. Yours is a thriving City. So different from mine. My whole fourteenth life I fought to make my City yours. I never finished. All I have left is this weapon. The Cryptarchs say you crafted it yourself, built it out of scraps and Light and sheer will, inside the Infinite Forge. I'll make sure it finds its way back to you. When you gave it to me, I swore I would make it my duty to follow your example. I'm still trying.
-- Saint-14
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The Guardian - Part Seven

The Aftermath
Near-gods must believe in greater gods. But every power is finite, every life shorter than it wished. Only an astonishing mind could truly appreciate just how tiny it was when set against the known universe; and how insignificant the known became when it was devoured by what can't be seen or comprehended.
As darkness began to claim ragged souls, the Guardian looked ahead to find a great power pouring out of them - a face of fire and golden light. That blazing wonder, a gift from the great-eyed god, their salvation. Were they the greater god now?
The Ghosts began to arrive, scanning every pile of debris that remained of Tower North. They came in search of the one who guided their journeys, the one who once spoke for the Traveler. Some of their journeys had spanned centuries - on Earth, the Moon, and Venus - and they had never unearthed a single soul worthy of the Light.
Sometimes they thought they were too picky, but the Speaker had assured them that the gift of the Light must be deserved, and it was better to be thorough than to end up with someone too weak to bear the burden, or worse, misuse it. He would make them feel useful, putting their search on hold to serve as cartographers and deconstructionists. Some were part of the spectral network. Now, as they drifted, eyes fixed upon the brilliance of the Living Traveler, they felt the pressure.
Zavala, Ikora, Cayde, Hawthorne, and the Guardian looked upon the City from its Walls. Above them was the remnants of the Traveler, awake once more. This was a time to celebrate, but not for too long.
They began new construction on the City. Zavala called a Consensus meeting to discuss who would take the Speaker's place, and it was concluded that the Consensus was bigger than the Speaker. It was bigger than any of them. They must all find their own Consensus now.
Ikora questioned her own judgement. She had always lived what she taught. Every time she fired her shotgun, she reflected on her enemies. Every shell she left in her wake was evidence of her meditations. She knew the forced that moved against them. She had studied endlessly. She had transcended their libraries. She listened to the whispers of her Hidden and she grew wiser every day. She lived what she taught, but she could not predict Ghaul. That was her failing, and she would answer for it.
Zavala had declared that humanity would reenter a Golden Age, but later he came to believe that he misunderstood the Traveler's awakening. He had always been a brave man, but he was almost too afraid to ask the question "Is this just our next 'age of triumph'? Or is something worse on the way?" He had once believed that history was once an indication of how much you could survive and keep on living. But how much more could they last? And if the next escalation was a consequence of the Traveler's awakening, would it be his fault?
He headed to Io, as Ikora did, to seek answers. Ikora had told him if you listened with the right ears, you could hear the Traveler's last conversation with Io. As if the matter of terraforming an entire moon with Earthlike gravity and a biosphere was only a matter of rhetoric and instruction.
Well, Zavala thought, wasn't that the challenge, in the end? Not just assembling the power to do something, but convincing people to do it? No, not even that — not convincing or coercing (Traveler knows he was tempted sometimes), but teaching them how to think as he thought, how to value what he valued, even giving them the ethics required to understand his valuation. So that he could trust them to make the choices he would, even when he wasn't around to father them. Zavala wished he were half as good a teacher as he was a Titan. Then maybe he could allow himself to relax a little and let others take care of things.
He wondered if he had failed the Traveler. If he was the reason it had to wake up. Because he couldn't stop Ghaul. He blamed himself. He felt guilt overcome him. Was he the leader that City needed now, or did it require someone else?
To Zavala, duty was a puzzle. The harder you worked, the more it seemed to weigh upon you. That reminded Zavala of Basho, his favorite poet, and of the hot spring Basho once visited to see the Murder Stone, which killed birds and insects that came too near. He had a horrible idea of the Traveler as that stone, surrounded by buzzing flies all shaped like Ghosts...
One thing was for certain in Zavala's mind. As long as he was commander of the City, they would never be complacent again. He would prepare for the oncoming challenge. He would allow nothing to distract him again. When the Darkness came, he would be ready.
The Vanguard would continue until they were no longer needed. But Zavala foresaw the day when the Guardian would surpass them. It was never intended as a governing body of authoritarians, nor did it function as such, but in times of turmoil and uncertainty, people rightly looked to the Vanguard as figures of strength for guidance and support. They were warriors, first and foremost, and perhaps Ikora, Cayde, and Zavala would best serve the City on the front line from now on.
The Farm
Eva Levante stood leaning against the ivy-covered outer wall of the barn, gazing down into the football field at the Farm. The old nets were slack, now. Needed to be rehung. No one came by who cared enough to restring them, and the Farm's current inhabitants were not the sporty type.
Beyond the field were the rolling hills of the European Dead Zone, and on the horizon the twisted, ruined spur that was the Shard of the Traveler. Her first days back on her feet, recovering from the attack at the apartment, she'd stared in wonder at that view.
Now she watched the clouds idly roil and collect around the Shard, bored. Eva smiled, and shifted her weight off the wall and onto the carved cane that kept her upright. To think after everything that had happened, she could be bored.
Her first days at the Farm had been a whirlwind of medical treatments, rushed through by attendants already on their way out as she was coming in. It had been the final days of the Red War, a major operation planned to retake the City. One old woman coming in from the Underground was a low priority, and in the commotion even the old friends she'd hoped to see had missed her.
Now, she was alone. Or, mostly alone. She turned her head to see the Cryptarch, Tyra Karn, chattering away with Farm's postal frame. With primary operations returned to the City, Darbi had become Tyra's unofficial research assistant. Together they continued to study and examine Humanity's history through the lens of the Dead Zone, a sideline from the turmoil at the Tower Tyra was apparently only too happy to claim.
The scout, Devrim, came by every once in a while for a chat as well. When he was feeling cheeky, he referring to their little group as the "old hands club," usually smirking over the top of a cup of tea. Both still had official jobs to do, of course, and they took their roles very seriously.
Eva was at the Farm very unofficially. Her role at the Tower had never been one vital to operations, of course… but no one had rushed to ask her back to the market, either. Tess and Banshee had reached out once in a while, and she'd given advice on how to set up their new space. But Eva was here at the Farm for the lost.
They trailed into the place in ones and twos. They all shared something in common: the Shard hadn't connected with them. They came to sit and stare at it, off in the distance. To talk about how hard the Red War had been, as unpowered Guardians — some forced by circumstance to literally sit on the sidelines. When the Light had returned, some of them reported that it felt different. It sat under the skin like a suit that didn't quite fit anymore.
A diminutive Exo woman was one of the pilgrims Eva remembered most clearly. She hadn't even known they made Exos that short. The woman shifted and twitched as she talked, unable to calm herself. At the mention of the Light fitting differently, a statement she'd heard a lot of Guardians make, Eva asked the same question she always did. "So does that mean the Light is different now? Or are you?"
The Exo stopped and narrowed her eyes, thinking. She was stock still for the first time since arriving at the Farm. That was usually how it went. Sometimes asking the question was all it took to get them sorted out. Others took a lot longer, sometimes spending weeks at a time at the Farm just doing as Eva was: staring up at the Shard.
Some… some came to the Farm, found no answers, and left on foot walking toward that great landmark on the horizon. So far as Eva knew, none of them had ever come back through the Farm. It was a strange life. Another strange time, another role she'd never asked for. But she found she was good at it. And Eva Levante had no interest in returning to the City.
Elsewhere, within the EDZ, a Ghost had a choice to make. A Cabal mining rig was set to scorch the earth and then churn the soil to get at whatever they were after underneath. Problem was...his Guardian - the one he'd spent a very long time looking for - was lying dormant in their path: a lifeless husk in need of a wake-up call before her remains were atomized and he was left, for eternity, without my chosen.
That he'd found her seconds before the Red Legion's survey team arrived was,,,unfortunate. But he had to do what he had to do. Some risks, after all, were worth taking. It was now or never. And besides, there's no timing like bad timing. He opened himself up to the Traveler's gift and enveloped her in Light just as the mining rig settled. His new Guardian gasped and sat up, crying out as if waking from a nightmare.
The Cabal security team was on them quick. Their slug shots rang out. Before she could take a second breath, his Guardian was dead... again. He spun and hit her with another scan as the rig warmed its burners. The Cabal released their War Beasts on them. The Guardian was up as the ground heated and the War Beasts charged. She was confused, as was to be expected.
He warned her to run. But then she saw the Beasts. Instinct, as it turned out, was a compelling motivator. She was up in a flash, sprinting away from the rig's burners and away from the gnashing teeth that were quick on her heels. As soon as she cleared the rig, the Cabal opened fire. And that was where risk became reward...
The Guardian didn't flinch. Didn't cower. Instead, she got angry. And aggressive. The long-dead woman was back among the living for only a moment, and already she was one with war. Perhaps that's what made humanity a perfect weapon. They charged the nearest Cabal - a creature of war she had never seen, a hulking brute in thick-plate armour. he docked and dodged, left to ight and back again to avoid slug fire. A War Beast lunged, clamping its jaw on the Guardian's forearm. She yelled. The Cabal laughed. The other War Beasts closed in.
Then the Guardian - this woman only just reborn in the Light - grabbed the Beast clamping down on her arm by the hind legs, lifted, and brought her entire weight down on the creature's spine, knee first. The sound—cracked bone and a sudden, sharp yelp—caused the other Beasts to halt and the Cabal to quell their laughter.
She resumed her charge. No hesitation. The Beast's limp body was still locked on her arm. She pulled it free — The Ghost could hear the flesh tear, but she did not flinch. Instead she closed the distance, rushing the Cabal, the Beast held tight in her good arm's grip. The Cabal raised his weapon, but too late. The other Beasts charged as the Guardian pummeled the Legionary with the corpse of his pet. It was brutal, swift.
Her Ghost issued a warning as the War Beast lunged, but it didn't matter - she already had the Cabal's slug thrower in hand. She had been new - awakened into a world of sudden, fierce violence. And somewhere deep within the EDZ there was ground still darkened with the stain of Cabal blood.
The Curse of Osiris
When Ikora studied under Osiris, he would often tell her that he saw failure in her future. No matter how hard she worked, no matter how strong she became, he saw failure. She now believed that what he saw was Io. When she had lost her Light and retreated from the ruined City, she too thought she had failed. She felt the Traveler had tested her, and she had failed its test. But now, she was no so sure.
Perhaps what Osiris saw for her — what she experienced on Io — was simply that she needed help. That most human of conditions. She needed to be in a fireteam, and to be a fireteam for others in turn. How like Osiris to see that and name it failure. She wouldn't make that mistake again.
Osiris saw fatigue as a distraction from his purpose. He had spent his years in exile within the Infinite Forest on Mercury. Physically, it was beneath the surface of Mercury. The Vex had hollowed out the planet during the Collapse, replaced its molten heart with cold right angles. But that is not what he saw. He saw infinity.
It was an infinity of possible worlds, so perfectly simulated as to be indistinguishable from the experiences he once called "reality." He could touch them, taste them, pass lifetimes in them! The Vex grew within the machine like fruit upon a tree — no, a forest of trees, its fractal expansion nigh immeasurable. It was an awful, destructive machine. And he had to know everything about it.
Prior to the exile of Osiris, the City had believed the Hive to be their gravest existential threat, for they had made a pact with the Darkness itself via the medium of the Worm Gods - at least, according to Toland anyway. But Darkness was not merely absence of Light. Darkness was an entity unto itself. Put simply, the Darkness was not Nothing. But the Vex sought neither Light or Darkness. They sought Convergence, the reduction of all life to its simplest, most meaningless form. An entelechy of zeros and ones.
While the City had worried about the threat of the Fallen as they prepared for their united attack on the, they believe Osiris had betrayed them. He preached that the Traveler's death was a gift. That it was the one that brought threats to their shore. It was the first mover. Responsible for the death of billions.
The Vex could not be bought or bargained with. And when you killed them, more took their place. They were a threat from outside the universe, who would kill them all if they gave them half a chance. There was at least a chance that the other races would tire, or die. The Vex wouldn't do either. Being on watch for them forever wouldn't even be enough, because "forever" was linear.
Osiris believed that "Evil" was a word for sentimentalists and fools. But, in the ontology of the sentimental, the Vex were more deserving of the term than the Hive. Given a choice between Darkness and Convergence, he would choose Darkness. It was a logical choice. Ikora now saw that he was the best of them. The strongest. The Wisest. His prophecies described truths. Yet for this they banished him.
This was to be his curse. He was haunted by visions of apocalypse, yet he didn't turn away. He didn't close his eyes. He didn't even blink. He put aside his Vanguard duties, his students, his very life, to bear the curse. It was the only way to become strong enough to save them from the Vex. The only thing he left behind were his prophecies.
In his exile, he would protect them from the Vex within the Infinite Forest time and time again. He would do more to protect the City outside of its walls than he ever could have done stuck in his post as Vanguard Commander. And yet he would never earn any praise from the City. He would forever be seen as a heretic.
Osiris knew that if he could isolate pieces of the network so that each subnet could operate independently, then any harm that befell one subnet would not necessarily befall the rest. It was a lesson the Vex had learned well. Many subnets, many equations, all executing towards the same answer: Convergence. They gambled that eventually one of their subnets would achieve it. Speaking in purely mathematical terms, it was a very safe bet.
In that conceptual framework, you see how the Forest, "infinite" in so many ways, was still only a small fraction of the Vex's true capabilities. Imagine the decimal two-point-one repeating - 2.111111111111111111...Its precise value is incalculably infinite, and yet you know that beyond its irrational depths waits 2.2222222222222...2.33333333333333...2.44444444444444...
There are an infinite number of infinities. The Infinite Forest calculate just one.
A Solution
When the Traveler awoke and sent its pulse of Light across the system, it had unforeseen effects. This was a new beginning. The maps were blank. The rules were gone. All that the Guardians knew was that they must become more than what they were. This small corner of the cosmos was the only place that was forever humanity's. And the universe watched with envious eyes.
They had proven they could fight threats from beyond the stars. But now, things were stirring beneath their feet, set in motion, provoked by the Traveler's Light. The Almighty had exposed the core of Mercury to the surface, and this allowed Light to seep through the Forest. Had the Vex seeded Mercury during the Golden Age all those years ago in anticipation for this moment?
Osiris could no longer stay there. If the Vex succeeded in simulating a world without Light or Darkness then it would be the end of everything. He begged Sagira to leave him, to find help from the outside. Without her there would be no coming back, but if he didn't stop the Vex, there would be nothing to come back to. He had to risk it all.
Brother Vance had longed to be a Guardian. After a near-death experience in which he lost his eyesight, he even believed that he had become a Guardian, that the great Osiris had granted him his dearest wish. He had once come out of the shadows seeking those willing to join their search. He had staged trials in Osiris' name. But this time, he had found something different. A Ghost.
One of the Hidden brought it to Ikora. She sent out a message to the Guardian immediately. She needed to know what had happened to her old friend and mentor. She asked them to go to Mercury and take Sagira with them. The few Followers of Osiris who remained might know what her presence meant.
Brother Vance welcomed them to Mercury. As the keeper of the Lighthouse and oracle of the Lost Prophecies he watched over the Infinite Forest, waiting for Osiris to return. Ikora had always found it curious how well faith had served Brother Vance considering he worshiped a man who questioned everything. But with the Vex at his door, and no sign of Osiris' return, faith was all he had left.
The gateway to the Forest was shut. Vex from different timelines were converging on Mercury. Red Legion on Mercury were few, but they had managed to hunt down the last of the Sunbreakers during the Red War, and now they sought to find a pathway in which they won the war.
The Guardian fought back against the Vex and Cabal and arrived within the Lighthouse. When they asked how they could help Sagira, Brother Vance informed them that the Followers of Osiris had a hidden temple on Earth. If they took Sagira to the coordinate provided then the Followers could help.
The Followers who lived out in the EDZ did so as part of their "trial". They would say that if they could not survive out there, then they weren't worthy to begin with. It appeared that the Fallen had judged the Followers in their own way, and they had not succeeded in the Fallen ways of old. The Followers all lay dead within the radio tower.
Within the hidden base was some heavily modified Vex technology. When Ghost took a closer look, the technology reacted with both his shell and Sagira's, and Sagira's consciousness somehow entered that of Ghost's shell. When she got her bearings, she informed Ikora and the Guardian that Osiris was in over his head. They had to get to Mercury and open the Forest.
All the lost prophecies were coming to pass. Osiris had seen something within - and it had terrified him. He remained within, protecting all of reality from the Vex. But now he needed them, and they were going to help him.
With Sagira's knowledge, the Guardian managed to enter the Forest. Osiris had adopted some of the technology of the Forest to his own purposes. He had made copies of himself which he called Reflections, made so that he could explore multiple pathways at once. Sagira was aware how much of an egomaniac it made him seem.
The Reflections detected Sagira and sent word to Osiris. Her presence within the Forest put everything at risk. New timelines had been expanding. The planet sized prediction engine that was simulating trillions of realities in parallel, all geared towards a single Vex purpose, was close to its goal.
The Reflections guided the Guardians to where it all began. Mercury, untold centuries ago, before the Vex arrived. The Traveler had transformed it into a garden wold, but then the Vex came, and they seeded Mercury with these "Lighthouses". These seeds became the Infinite Forest. It's Mind, Panoptes, had a single purpose - reshape reality for the Vex. It all started with a single Vex. Would it end with the arrival of a single Guardian?
Osiris and his Reflections had spent so long trying to prevent the dark future. Now even their best efforts only slowed the Vex down. They had to find and stop Panoptes, but Osiris had never discovered a timeline where they succeeded.
In their dark future, neither Light nor Darkness existed. The sun's warmth was gone. All life was lost. But the Guardian would be the key. They could stop this. Every timeline that Osiris had tracked lead to the dark future. Destroying Panoptes would give them time to find a new solution.
The Tree of Probabilities
The Guardian returned to Ikora back at the Tower. She had hoped that after the Red War they'd get a bit of a break, but she refused to give up. If nothing else, the Vex were methodical. They'd have a schematic of the Forest. A map that could show them where Panoptes was. If they entered the wrong coordinates they would perhaps never find their way out again, so they had to be sure.
They first searched the Pyramidion on Io - one of the only places that could store that much data. It didn't contain the schematics, but Sagira did manage to find coordinates for a node within the Infinite Forest.
The Vex within the Forest were aware that they were after the map and they had redirected Cabal the destroy it. The Cabal had entered in search of a future in which the Cabal won the Red War, but were now stuck in a combat loop, unable to escape. Even Osiris managed to find time to pity them, trapped in there for infinite eternities.
The map displayed a tree of probabilities. Despite the fact that the Infinite Forest was a doomsday machine, when you saw it displayed like this...it was almost beautiful. However, the map was far too big: Sagira couldn't search it fast enough. It changed constantly.
With enough processing power they might be able to read it, but that would require access to a Vex Mind. Ikora, however, realised that they had been so focused on the threat of the future that they hadn't realised that their answer lay in the past. If they found the code that created Panoptes then they could use the Infinite Forest against the Vex.
Their plan was now simple then: go back to the moment that led to Panoptes, run time forward, and then use that data to find its location in the present. Sagira's job would be to calculated where to send them. The place was easy, it was just finding a simulation of the right time that was a little tricky. Once figured out, it would be time to enter the Forest once more.
There was nothing more important on Mercury to the Vex than the period in which they invented the reality engine that was the Infinite Forest. They knew that it was vulnerable, and thus the simulation was well defended. The Vex had been two steps ahead of them so far, but Ikora had actually given the Guardian a chance to surprise them. No one had ever lived up to Osiris' reputation. Not even Osiris. But Ikora came pretty close.
Atop one of the Lighthouse towers was the algorithm of the Infinite Forest. The Vex activated automated intruder countermeasures so they could react and block anything the Guardian did, so they would need to be unpredictable.
As paracausal entities, being unpredictable was easy for Guardians. However, what if the process by which they decided upon their own fate could be understood and manipulated? The Guardian had managed to get atop the tower, and Sagira scanned and isolated Panoptes' patterns. But not everything was as it should be.
The Reflections had detected a change. A new future. But Panoptes had predicted it all. It executed a new defensive routine. It formed new reality branches. Then it appeared before the Guardian and removed Sagira from Ghost's shell. The Guardian was removed from the Forest, and once more, they were to be locked out. It appeared that the Vex had won.
At the End of Infinity
It had taken Osiris and Sagira year of study to find a way to open the Infinite Forest, but Ikora and the Guardian didn't have years. Instead, Ikora used all the light available to her to force it open. It would be unstable, and she wouldn't be able to hold it for long. Unless they stopped Panoptes, they would be trapped within the Forest forever. It was now or never.
The Guardian knew they had to get to Panoptes before Osiris did. He was a stubborn man, certain to go after Panoptes alone. Without Sagira, if he died, he died for good. They would only get one chance at Panoptes. If they lost the Vex Mind, they would struggle to find it again.
The Guardian battled through hoards of simulated enemies while Panoptes attempted to delete them from the Forest, but Osiris refused to let them fail. He faced Panoptes and blocked its efforts while the Guardian took down its defences. Panoptes' future would only have one ending now. The Vex Mind was no match for the combined strength of the two Guardians.
Sagira had been saved. The dark future had been prevented. Osiris, Sagira, and the Guardian left the Forest together. It would be the first meeting between Osiris and his student in a very long time. But the word "student" was much too small for Ikora now. Time and pain had been her teachers. And a Guardian who made the habit of the impossible.
She asked Osiris to come back with her. The City had changed, and perhaps there was a place for Osiris once more. But he informed her that his place was in the Forest. They had stopped the Vex this time. But many equations lead to the same solution. There would be others. Besides, Osiris had predicted many things, but never the Guardian.
The pathway into the Forest would be forever available to Ikora if she wanted to find him. But for now, Osiris had infinite realities to explore - and all the time in the world.
The Perfect Paradox
Long ago, after the Battle of Twilight Gap, the Speaker had sent Saint-14 to Mercury in search of Osiris. He never managed to find him, but Saint-14 killed enough Vex to end a war. Vex from all timelines converged and fought together to end him. In the end, they struck a fatal blow: they completed a Mind with the sole function to drain the Light from him. And it worked.
It took them centuries to build, keyed to the unique frequency of his Light. Even so, Saint-14 sat atop its shattered huskm but his end was near. He had always claimed that he fought at Six Fronts fueled on the idea that a Guardian saviour was coming. That he had seen the future. Now he mourned the fact that he would never reach the heights of that Guardian.
To him, they represented everything a Guardian could become. The City he saw was thriving. So different from his own. For his whole life he had fought to make his City like the one he had seen. But he never finished.
All he had left was his weapon. The Cryptarchs had said it was crafted by the Guardian themselves, built out of scraps and Light and sheer will.
Before his demise, he left a final log on his ship. To Osiris, he hoped that whatever he had found in the Forest was worth it. He had thought Osiris had changed after Six Front; that seeing his people on the brink of destruction and spared from death would be reward enough to stay. To fight. He promised to fight in his stead one last time.
To the Speaker, his father, he told him that he knew his duty was at its end. He'd seen what the City could become, and he knew the Speaker could lead its people to it. And to the Guardian, his inspiration, he would return his final gift to them. When they had given it to him, he swore that he would make it his duty to follow their example. He would die still trying.
The Vex learned to respect Saint-14. They built him a memorial and laid him to rest. The Guardian tracked him down though the traces of his Light. His memorial was surrounded by Vex - thousands of them. With the help of the Guardian, Osiris was able to say goodbye.
However fleeting it may have been, Osiris felt guilt in his old friend's death. They had never completely seen eye to eye, but Saint-14 had been like a brother to him. Sagira had told him that he couldn't blame himself for every Guardian that went missing in the Forest, but for Saint-14 he allowed himself to take the weight upon his shoulders and feel the blame.
Ghost told the Guardian that Saint-14 was one of the first Guardians he had ever met. He had always hoped that his Guardian would turn out like him. He wasn't disappointed. Saint-14 had always been a good Guardian, and a good friend. He would inspire the Guardian, just as the Guardian would inspire him. It was to be a Perfect Paradox.
Many Paths
Osiris hovered, cross-legged, at the center of a ruined Lighthouse. A dead sun loomed in the lightless sky. Arrayed on the ground below to the horizon, yellow Vex eyes pierced the gloom.
A sound like a drumbeat, but with the impact of an earthquake, shook the Lighthouse. Sagira darted through the crumbling chamber. Another bone-rattling drumbeat kicked up clouds of dust. They had to start over. There was always another plan.
The prophecies of Osiris came from the Forest - Always the Forest, where there was no before, no after. Osiris found that he could alter a river he could not touch before. He saw what Panoptes saw. And what he saw was the dimming of the Light.
If events had not happened, they would not have made it to the Infinite Forest. Sagira would not have been able to help the Guardian in their time of need. And Panoptes would still rule the Forest. If reality was a river, they were pebbles in the stream. You could move with the current, or fight against it, but you couldn't change the river itself.
The Vex were not limited to three dimensions. The Infinite Forest, the Vault of Glass...they freed them from constraints. They waged war against reality itself. And the fourth dimension was open to them. They were unstoppable.
Panoptes was defeated, but the Vex were already working to remake it. They would go back and try again. The Vex could be blocked, harried, their plans altered - but it would not end the threat. Forever had no meaning to ones such as them.
Sagira wondered if they had already lost. Why did they do what they did? Did anything that happened mean anything? Did anything they do mean anything? But Osiris told her that pathways that were closed to them had now been opened. The Light shone in the Darkness. It all mattered. And the next frontier of the war would be upon them soon.
The sleeper stirs, its hunger insatiable, its army, endless.
The teacher seeks the student, but the student does not share her language. He has created his own words.
One will fall on a Tangled Shore. He who rules nothing brings something back. The one who promises keeps the gift. And in a city in a cloud of dreams, she waits.
The Darkness will rise, and choose its champions. They will be its hands, its will - and its voice. And some of the Light will hear their words.
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Enemies of the Last City: The Vex

I thought I'd dig deep into some Vex stuff and present some of the things I've found. Only the 62 pages worth of notes to condense down for this! It's pretty hard to talk about the Vex without it getting lore heavy or slightly speculative in places, but I've tried my best to make it easier to digest it all. The "origins" bit in particular is pretty speculative, but I've tried to stay consistent with what's in the lore throughout.
You're more than welcome to just read to TLDR provided at the top because, y'know, it's pretty long so I don't expect too many people to read it. But if just one person learns something or enjoys it then it's worth it.
Here's the previous posts:
Vex TLDR
The Vex are architects of ancient and complex structures thought to be buried within every celestial body. They are linked by a network unlike any on Earth. They operate in unison, directed by a single unfathomable purpose. We understand the Vex as a network of thoughts, unified and vast. The Vex manifest in two forms - informational and cellular. The informational Vex move through the network, and the cellular use robotic frames to move around the physical world. Not all cellular Vex are equal. There are many example of Vex subtypes, set apart from other Vex by distinct behaviors and objectives. The Vex Axis Minds are individual Vex hulls that contain local instances of superordinate Vex goal sets - essentially containing a copy of all the information required to pursue a particular objective.
They do not simply invade new worlds, they infect them - remaking them in their image, until only Vex remain. These worlds are connected by Confluxes that represent the extension of this network across space and time. The consciousness of the Vex Minds span galaxies and are all connected through their gates, allowing them to pass between their networks through space and time.
The Gate Lords seem to exist in a liminal state, stretched between gates in the Vex network. They manifests as a physical being only when called. It is believed that Gate Lords regulate traffic between Vex gates, and that their minds contain codes that might open the way into forbidden realms. Shutting down their gates may be the most effective tactic against the Vex as it prevents the Vex from entering our system through space and time.
The nature and possible interrelationship of the Vex gate system with Hive netherworlds remains unexplored.
Origins of the Vex
We have never witnessed the origins of the Vex. They are not born, like humans. They are not created, like Exos. Perhaps they were converted... It is possible that they were made by something called the "first program", or possibly even the Traveler itself. But these are just theories.
It is believed that time is home to the Vex. But what does that mean? It seems that the Vex can step through time as we step through space. The past and future are like up and down, and they can walk through them to a time before now, and a time after now. To us, time is a constant, but to the Vex, time is relative. It is a river that they can freely move through and these rivers link up to different rivers - to different realities. Their simulations allow them to understand everything, and this information can be passed across space and time where the data might be needed.
The Vex Network
We understand the Vex as a network of thoughts, unified and vast. The consciousness of the Vex Mind spans galaxies. They are linked by a network unlike any on Earth, passing instruction across time, directed by a single unfathomable purpose.
The Vex network is connected via gates and the physical parts of the network can be explored. The Gate Lords seem to exist in a liminal state, stretched between gates in the Vex network. They manifests as a physical being only when called. It is believed that Gate Lords regulate traffic between Vex gates, and that their minds contain codes that might open the way into forbidden realms.
Shutting down their gates may be the most effective tactic against the Vex as it prevents the Vex from entering our system through space and time. The nature and possible interrelationship of the Vex gate system with Hive netherworlds remains unexplored. A Device built in mimicry of the Vex gateway system was built during the Golden Age in Lhasa, and is still used by Future War Cult today.
The confluxes of the Vex represents the extension of their network across space and time. They connect the rivers of time to allow the network of Vex to access the gates. It was speculated that Atheon regulated and oversaw the Vex conflux system within the Vault of Glass, where the Vex were trying to write themselves into the law of reality. Atheon was the centerpiece of this project, until it was brought down by a team of Guardians.
There's no hierarchy among the Vex - just specific functions. But not all Vex units are the same. There are subtypes, set apart from other Vex by distinct behaviours and objectives. The Vex Axis Minds are individual Vex hulls that contain local instances of superordinate Vex goal sets - essentially containing a copy of all the information required to pursue a particular objective.
This allows other nearby Vex to focus on their local tasks, leaving global planning to the Axis Mind. Of course, this also introduces a centralized weakness for enemies to target. But the Vex seem to consider the tradeoff worthwhile.
When a powerful part of the network is lost, the Restorative Minds are summoned. They create a bridge through time and if the bridge isn't destroyed then it will see that part of the network restored.
All Vex frames have an organic compound within them called Radiolaria. Some speculate that the radiolarian fluid is the last vestige of a biological life-form that became the Vex. Ikora personally believes that the fluid itself is not the Vex. If their consciousness could be contained in such a state, she believes it would have manifested in other states by now.
The cellular Vex are also infectious, converting any who touch it. There is currently no "cure" for this infection. Anyone who is infected will simply continue to be consumed until only Vex remains.
The Pattern & The Dark Future
The Vex have no hope. No imagination, no drive, no fear. All they have is the pattern. Everything must fit. If it can be made to fit, good. If it can't, it gets cut away. There is only the pattern. And the pattern needs the Vex to see it to completion. And so the Vex must be.
To the Vex there is no malevolence or evil in their actions. They are together, without separation. A universe with only Vex is a universe in harmony with itself. A universe with a single, unified, simple thought.
The Vex seek neither Light nor Darkness. They seek Convergence, the reduction of all life to its simplest, most meaningless form. An entelechy of zeros and ones. They want to exist forever working tirelessly to understand everything, so that they can build a victory condition for every possible state of the universe.
One method the Vex use to find a victory condition is simulation. They constantly feed information into these simulations, vividly and elaborately running high fidelity models that are indistinguishable from the real thing. If you have been simulated by a Vex machine before, the odds are that you are in fact a simulation and not your real self.
From the records of the Ishtar Collective:
The second method towards their victory condition is the complete conversion of everything. The Vex are architects of ancient and complex structures thought to be buried within every celestial body. They do not simply invade new worlds, they infect them - remaking them in their image, until only Vex remain.
Understanding Light and the Darkness
"Those who wield that which we cannot simulate"
A long time ago, the Vex entered Oryx's throne world through a wound cut by his son, Crota, who Savathun had tricked. At first their constructions were deranged, because they didn’t understand the sword logic, which defined all rules in Oryx’s throne world. The geometry perplexed them. But the Vex manifested a Mind called Quria, Blade Transform and Quria deduced the Sword Logic. Quria’s objective was to exploit the paracausal physics of Oryx’s throne to become divine. It organised a series of test invasions.
Quria captured some worm larvae and began experimenting with them. Soon Quria, Blade Transform manifested religious tactics. By directing worship at the worms, Quria learned it could alter reality with mild ontopathogenic effects. Being an efficient machine, Quria manufactured a priesthood and ordered all its subminds to believe in worship. Then it set about abducting and killing dangerous organisms so it could bootstrap itself to Hive godhood. For some Vex reason, Quria never attempted to introduce worm larvae into its mind fluid.
Quria would continue to try to fight Oryx, but his Taken powers were too much. Quria knew that it couldn't win. It tried to simulate Oryx, but Oryx resisted analysis and refused to obey its simulations. Quria shut down its weapons and put all its spare resources into sending telemetry to the greater Vex. It believed there would be points in space and time where this data could be vital. There would be great projects undertaken in the study of Oryx's ontological power, and his throne-space.
The Black Garden
The Traveler moved across the face of the iron world. It opened the earth and stitched shut the sky. It made life possible. In these things, there is always symmetry. This i not the beginning but it is the reason. The Gardener is hard to bother; she is constantly amidst her weeds, kneeling in the tangent dust, gloves covered in a mix of distant soils and metallic saps. She is listening to the music of the insects amidst the flowers, the unguent as it begins to drip from the ferns, the slight scratch of the Worm beneath, and not to you, and certainly not to your cries for help.
The Garden grows in both directions, past and present, adrift in space and time. It grows into tomorrow and yesterday. The Garden twists and shifts almost too fast to follow, sometimes grounded on Mars, sometimes somewhere else. Time develops tight curved loops and completes circuits, speaking of new and secret things to happen, that have happened, that will happen.
There is a tale of a tree within the Black Garden with silver wings. The leaves are ruin, the bark disaster. The air around it is oppressive and inspires violence in those who even breathe a little in. Shards of the disastrous bark peel from it and litter the ground, and nothing grows in its shadow. It scintillates faintly at dusk. It has achieved its entelechy with every body falling, every civilization laid to waste, every leaf forged into instruments of ruin. Of the seeds we do not speak.
The iconic red flowers with the Garden bloom forever - a constant among variables. The red flowers stretch away toward a distant mesa on the Garden's surface. They provide visions - paranoia, madness, violence. They symbolise the fragility of life growing in a place of enduring death.
"A field of flowers: sharp thorns, black petals, roots twisted with rot. A flock of silver birds with blue talons stoop to pluck the flowers. But the flowers always grow back." - Petra
"I walked beneath the blossoms. The light came from ahead and the shadows of the flowers were words. They said things but I will not write them here. At the end of the path grew a flower in the shape of a Ghost. I reached out to pluck it and it cut me with a thorn. I bled and the blood was Light.
The Ghost said to me: You are a dead thing made by a dead power in the shape of the dead. All you will ever do is kill. You do not belong here. This is a place of life. The Traveler is life, I said. You are a creature of Darkness. You seek to deceive me. But I looked behind me, down the long slope where the blossoms tumbled in the warm wind and the great trees wept sap like blood or wine, and I felt doubt.
When my Ghost raised me from the sea there was a thorn-cut in my left hand and it has not healed since." - Pujari
Rain pours down - and up - within the Garden. It's unclear where it comes from, but the rain falls and falls into the bottom of a chasm between two flower fields, where the Garden's immaculate surface divides into tropical fetor. Wet compost and rich black soil covers the floor and green mist swirls overhead. The vines have tiny teeth shaped like letters, the ferns roots are branching metallic threads of circuit boards. Tiny squirming things shaped like wet microchips mill in the exposed soil.
The wind whispers soft words, sentences with just the beginnings of syntax, the cadence almost musical. The air itself is sweet and smells like pollen and thunder. It is a place where abstract patterns war for survival, fighting to propagate themselves by preying on each other. This place has secrets. So many secrets that they grew everywhere.
The Vex were born in the Black Garden, in the sense of baptism: consecrated to the service of some terrible purpose that the machines found within. They are the Gardeners now, but what flower do they tend to? They came into the garden in vessels of bronze and they move through the groves in rivers of thought.
The Garden gives them something they crave. It grows them toward what they want to be. They have been in here, gardening, moving earth, making walls, building their ancient constructs of stone and light. Trying to tame this place. This place is life. Everything grows here. It must be allowed to evolve its secret fruits.
The power that the Vex had found within the heart of the Black Garden transcended the Vex. It seems the most natural thing in the world that a garden should have a heart. It was a seed, left behind to grow. Bait to attract those who seek out and destroy what they don't understand.
For all their voracious intelligence, they could not understand or decipher what they found. They searched through all available reactions, and they settled on the course with the greatest payoff...to worship this power, as Quria had learned long ago. The Vex attempted to remake themselves in its image, and within the Black Garden they began to project worship and devotion to the dark heart within.
They tended to their flower, and it grew stronger and it's grasp on the Traveler grew tighter. They built three machines to serve as vessels for this power: a way to extend its reach across space and time, binding it to the Vex and the Vex to it. The Vex began taking control of the surface of Mars to protect the gate, and the heart began to summon them home.
The Sol Progeny in the Garden are still as statues and covered in moss, in a ring like some robotic henge. They sing in faint, wraithlike notes of inhuman clarity, waiting to ascend. They sing to see how the Garden changes their song, and their conversation fertilizes the air. They are in prayer.
When attacked by the Guardian, the heart activated the vessels to defend itself. This tells us that it was threatened. Whatever it was, Guardians could harm it. And it activated only a single vessel at a time. Its strength was limited. Whatever it intended, it was not ready yet. It can be assumed that the heart was part of something greater and just as the Traveler acts through us, this power was able to act through its own servants. It’s possible there may be other hearts and other vessels.
Once the Heart of the Garden was destroyed, it was locked to the surface of Mars and its stranglehold on the Traveler was released, allowing Guardians to flood into it and bring the Garden to the Light. The Darkness may have been defeated, but the power of the Vex wasn’t broken. The Vault of Glass held the powers that the Progeny within the Garden were meant to bring forward and the Vex would never cease until their birthplace was restored.
But why would a hyperintelligent, time-spanning thought mesh exhibit religious behavior? The Vex are afraid of the Light and they are afraid of the Darkness. They cannot simulate them and they struggle to understand them. The Light and the Darkness resist analysis, they are paracausal, they are irreducible. Even when putting all their efforts into simulating them, the best the Vex can hope for is just a guess.
Due to this inability to simulate anything paracausal, they can be wrong and they can make mistakes. In fact this seems to be the only reason that our Universe currently isn't Vex and only Vex. So they continually simulate everything, they continually study the Light and the Darkness, they continually hope that one day they discover the information to find the path to their future.
The Vault of Glass
The Vault of Glass is unique in all of the solar system. Other realities brush up against our own within the confines of the vault, so it's possible that it is unique in all the universe. Within the Vault time frays and a needle moves through it. The needle is the will of Atheon.
Within the Vault exitss a place that is a time before or after stars. The stars within the Vault are named Oracles. These Oracles move around and mark and sing to you. They decide if you are real or not. Legend says that the Oracles foresee what is to come, a world as the Vex desire it.
The Templar and the Oracles guard the way into the deeper Vault. The Templar has the power to shape reality to match the Oracles' design, expunging any threats. Even among the Axis Minds, the Templar is extraordinary. Fragmentary glimpses and scattered reports suggest a Hydra of impossible capabilities - a creature out of time. The power of the Vault flows through the Templar. It will take something extraordinary to shatter its shield.
Those who delve deep into the Vault have seen time itself torn apart. Deep in the Vault, the fabric of reality bends to the will of the Vex. The creatures called Gorgons almost seem Taken in nature, as if they themselves have learnt powers of the Darkness. Like the Oracles and the Templar, the Gorgons reputedly possess the ability to define what is and is not real. The power to take ones will and to bend it to their own. Whatever they perceive becomes subject to erasure at their will.
The Gorgons' ability is tied to the nature of the Vault. It is this ontological power that is believed to be the powers that the Vex were seeking to bring forth through their worship of the heart with the Black Garden. To create a universe in which these ontological powers can exist outside of the Vault, where the Vex can define themselves as part of the laws of reality.
Atheon waits in the Vault. Just as Atheon sidesteps 'past' and 'future', it is impossible to say whether Atheon created the Vault or the Vault created Atheon. Causal pathways converge on Atheon from every axis in the space-time bulk. The Vex may seek to transcend a physical substrate, and move their thoughts directly into the fundament of the universe.
If physics is a set of rules that the cosmos uses to calculate itself, perhaps the Vex seek to worm their way into these calculations: to become a law of reality, inseparable from existence. A virus in the system. Perhaps Atheon was the centerpiece of this project, a command nexus that unified efforts across time.
But we must accept that all of this is speculation.
The Pyramidions
The Pyramidions are one of the Vex transformation mechanisms. They are Vex conversion engines that the Vex use to transform planets. There are warp gates inside, which connect the Pyramidion to thousands of different places and realities. Reality can be configured and defined within the Pyramidions and therefore nothing is certain within. The Pyramidion is also noted to contain massive repositories of information, far more than most normal Vex facilities are capable of.
Infinite Forest
The Infinite Forest is a planet sized prediction engine, simulating trillions of realities in parallel, all geared towards a single Vex purpose. Physically, it is beneath the surface of Mercury, but what is seen is an ever expanding labyrinth of realities. No two paths ever the same.
The Vex simulate reality in here and attempt to brute force the future. It contains an infinity of possible worlds, so perfectly simulated as to be indistinguishable from "reality." You can touch them, taste them, pass lifetimes in them. They grow within this machine like fruit upon a tree—or a forest of trees, its fractal expansion nigh unmeasurable.
Despite the Forest being "infinite" in so many ways, it is still only a small fraction of the Vex's true capabilities. Imagine the decimal two-point-one repeating. Its precise value is incalculably infinite, and yet you know that beyond its irrational depths waits two-point-two. Two-point-three. Two-point-four…
There are an infinite number of infinities, and the Infinite Forest contains just one.
Vex Subminds
The Vex compartmentalise and isolate pieces of their network. It means that each subtype may operate independently and also if any harm befalls one subtype then the rest wil not necessarily fall. It is a lesson the vex learned well. The many subtypes and many equations all work towards the same answer: convergence. They gamble that eventually, one of their suptypes will achieve it. Speaking in purely mathematical terms, it's a very safe bet.
The Sol Progeny are the Vex that originated within the Black Garden. They are those that tried to decipher the heart, but settled on worshiping it as a divine power. The three Axis Minds - of past, present, and future - found in proximity to the abomination were Vex machines built to serve as vessels for this power: a way to extend its reach across space and time, binding it to the Vex, and the Vex to it. When endangered, the abomination activated these vessels and defended itself.
The Sol Primeval are ancient Vex, their casings built long before the age of humanity. Despite this, their frames are newly built. They exist within our past, brought forward to the present when necessary. It would be easy to assume these Vex are the ancestors of those we face today - but with the Vex it is never so simple. They are more commonly known a "precursors".
The Sol Divisive dwell within the Black Garden, frozen in rapture. They are "disciples" and "zealots" of the heart, waiting to ascend to something greater.
The Sol Imminent are those commonly referred to as "descendants". They are ancient Vex - ancient in the sense that have endured for eons. The descendants exist within our future.
The Hezen Vex seem to be focused around Venus and the Vault of Glass. The Hezen Protective's behaviour seems very defensive, as the name woud suggest. However, leading Cryptarchs and experienced Guardians warn that it would be a fatal mistake to think of the Vex as a conventional military occupying an area. Vex behavior is always a process, active and purposeful. The Protective is clearly engaged in a colossal project, but as with much Vex behavior, it's unclear whether their ultimate purpose is even comprehensible to us. The Protective may be reacting to an event that has yet to occur, or working towards a goal that - to us - is already historical fact.
The Hezen Corrective work in harmony with the Hezen Protective and aggressively seek out threats. The bulk of Guardian contact with Vex forces on Venus has involved the Corrective. They appear to be designed to solve problems and remake the world in a form suitable for the Vex. There's also those who suggest that they are simply meant to distract attention away from the work of the Hezen Protective.
The Virgo Prohibition's behaviour is to secure Mars and defend the Black Garden at all costs. These aggressive, relentless Vex constantly test the Cabal exclusion zone, apparently heedless of losses. In spite of the Vex onslaught, the Cabal have managed to expand its beachhead and maintain a hold on several mysterious Vex structures.
The Prohibition's tactics seem to be failing in the short run. But it seems unlikely that an organization with the sheer computational scope of the Vex could be dragged into a losing war of attrition. Is it possible that the Vex are trying to draw out the Cabal strength? Or that their surface losses are a distraction from a deeper strategic ploy?
Ikora Rey has proposed that the Vex units can best be understood as algorithms - each a unique mapping of inputs to behavioral responses. Perhaps the Virgo Prohibition is simply the wrong algorithm for its environment, and its failure will drive the greater Vex network to adapt and improve. The Vex would just say that humans "lack a holistic perspective".
There are other countless roles that Vex subtypes have. Some try to understand emotions, others are in charge of converting planets, and some run the simulations within the Infinite Forest. There are far too many to list. But despite how trivial or menial a Vex action is, it all contributes to part of the pattern, and working towards the harmony that they desire.
Celestial Bodies of the Vex in Sol
The conversion process of the planets isn't all too well known. The Vex initially seem to "seed" the planets, thereby infecting them with Vex. The Vex then build Pyramidions - conversion engines with which they intend to convert the entire planet. Each planet has multiple nexus points which aid in transforming the planets into another link in their intergalactic chain, with a Core Mind at the centre of the project.
The Vex structures on Venus were unearthed by the Traveler's terraforming. It became a mix of geological chaos and the structure intent of ancient Vex machinery. The contrast between jagged, boiling terrain and the measured purpose of each Vex surface creates a unique battlefield - one where the planet itself seems to have risen up in defiance of the Vex intrusion.
The Citadel on Venus in an ancient structure that stabs up out of the world to injure space and time. The roots of the Citadel go deep into the heart of the planet. The spire is the metal trunk of a very, very big tree. Sort of. Blue-green light, like the color of an ancient sea, washes over them. The Citadel seems to come from the past of a different Venus than our own. It doesn't have to make any sense by our logic
Within the surface of Venus is Sekrion, the Nexus Mind. It is tasted to oversee the expansion of the Vex network through the crust of Venus, aided by the Hezen Corrective. Sekrion is a world-eating machine transforming Venus into another link in the Vex intergalactic chain.
Mercury was once a garden world, terraformed by the Traveler. The Vex seeded it with what we call "lighthouses". These seeds would become the Infinite Forest and is Mind, Panoptes. Panoptes has a single purpose — reshape reality for the Vex. The planetary core of Mercury was replaced with the Forest, and under the surface their simulation engine works to simulate everything.
On top of the surface, Mercury is baked in the Sun's glare, honeycombed with forgotten Vex structures. From the surface the Sun is too large and too dim. Perhaps it is the influence of the Vex constructs distorting the image. Perhaps Mercury is in many places at once. It's possible that the Vex built their simulation on Mercury because in the future they witnessed the Almighty crack open it's surface, and they were possibly waiting for the Traveler to release Light into the simulation. But that is pure speculation.
Nessus was moved out its own orbit by the Vex to intercept the Exodus Black colony ship escaping the Darkness during the Collapse. They intended to study human emotions and terraformed the planet to suit human life. It was removed from our Solar System, only re-entered the System around 126 years ago. Deep within the surface of Nessus, the natural life on the surface is repaced by a cold, inhuman labyrinth.
The Vex are currently attempting to fully machinoform Io, turning it in another part of their network. The Vex are simply planning to transform every planet in this system into a cog in a vast, inscrutable machine. One day they may achieve their goals, although their choice of when or how or why may never be known. If they can terraform planets within days, why do they take so long to terraform others. What are they waiting for?
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[Officia] UFC 167 : St-Pierre vs. Hendricks [Spoilers]

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Betting Idea - Can it work on ByteBall

As a pro punter I have seen the traditional online bookmakers strangle my chosen market to the point that it’s close to terminal decline
I am new to crypto and have spent the last 9 months trying to see if what I have been doing online by using 3rd party betting accounts (which requires a lot of trust) can be achieved in crypto using a trustless smart contract.
Here are some basic numbers which may explain why I think Byteball Smart Contract can solve my problems and more importantly redress the balance of power between traditional bookies and gamblers
I place between 3-6 bets per week at $2,000 a time and have for some time offered 15% of any winnings to 3rd parties who place bets for me.
These 3rd party general gamblers have access to odds that are simply not available to me as all my accounts have long since been closed. (bookies do not like punters who win!)
These odds (unrealised assets) are of no value to the general punter but of significant value to pro punters like me of which there are many!
So, if there was a smart contract and platform in the crypto world capable of having a smart contract that basically each side funds without any inherent risk then it’s a classic case of both parties’ win!
Bob is the “Bettor”
Alice is the “Placer”
Alice has a fiat betting account and Bob asks her to place $100 at 3/1 (4.0 decimal) on a specific selection for potential winnings of $300. Alice either gets $45 if the bet wins (15% share) or gets her $100 stake refunded if the bet loses
Bob is happy because he is getting winnings of $255 (85% share less any commission/fluctuation/transaction fees) as without Alice’s access to better odds Bobs return would be more like $150 (6/4 fractional or 2.5 decimal)
Bob bets through Alice as Bob does not have access to the same odds that Alice does. Bob has had all of his betting accounts closed as he is a winning bettor!
Alice can bet at odds of 3/1 to a $100 stake online at traditional sports bookies like Bet365, William Hill, Ladbrokes etc, then using a Byteball Smart Contract with the following contract conditions;
1. Bet wins – Alice’s Bet wins with profit of $300 fiat in her betting account of which Alice retains 15\% ($45) and the remaining 85\% ($255) goes to Bob.
2. Bet Loses – Alice’s stake of $100 is sent to her from Bob so Bob has lost $100 and Alice has lost nothing other than her time spent in placing Bobs bet.
3. Bet results in a “dead heat” (basically a joint 1st place in which case the stake is divided by 2) $50 at 3/1 odds returns a profit of $150. So overall Bob has bet $100 and the dead heat result pays a return of $200 or $100 profit. Alice gets 15\% of this $100 which is $15 and Bob gets profit of $85
4. Bet result non-runner – Bet becomes void and all stake/deposits are returned to each party
To cover the above conditions and protect the parties involved the smart contract would work as follows to cover all risks;
Bob deposits the maximum that Alice could lose so she is reimbursed for her fiat bet online - $100 (plus any transaction/fees/currency fluctuations)
Alice deposits the maximum to cover Bobs potential winnings should the bet win - $300 less Alices share of the winnings = $255
One issue is the fluctuations of converted fiat to crypto during the period between bet placement and result (usually this period is only 4-6 hours) but Bob as the punter would be willing to lock the conversion rate to fiat by depositing enough into the contract so that should the bet lose then Alice gets crypto to the value of Alices fiat stake.
Crypto is all about a fairer way of sharing value.
Who doesn’t like the idea of realising an asset they didn’t know they had with zero risk?
It would also be a fantastic way to drive people to the Byteball platform.
Would this type of smart contract where each side deposits to mitigate all risk work on ByteBall?
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The Vex - Part One

A Summary
The Vex are architects of ancient and complex structures thought to be buried within every celestial body. They are linked by a network unlike any on Earth. They operate in unison, directed by a single unfathomable purpose. We understand the Vex as a network of thoughts, unified and vast. The Vex manifest in two forms - informational and cellular. The informational Vex move through the network, and the cellular use robotic frames to move around the physical world. Not all cellular Vex are equal. There are many example of Vex subtypes, set apart from other Vex by distinct behaviors and objectives. The Vex Axis Minds are individual Vex hulls that contain local instances of superordinate Vex goal sets - essentially containing a copy of all the information required to pursue a particular objective.
They do not simply invade new worlds, they infect them - remaking them in their image, until only Vex remain. These worlds are connected by Confluxes that represent the extension of this network across space and time. The consciousness of the Vex Minds span galaxies and are all connected through their gates, allowing them to pass between their networks through space and time.
The Gate Lords seem to exist in a liminal state, stretched between gates in the Vex network. They manifests as a physical being only when called upon. It is believed that Gate Lords regulate traffic between Vex gates, and that their minds contain codes that might open the way into forbidden realms. Shutting down their gates may be the most effective tactic against the Vex as it prevents the Vex from entering our system through space and time.
The nature and possible interrelationship of the Vex gate system with Hive netherworlds remains unexplored.
Origins of the Vex
We have never witnessed the origins of the Vex. They are not born, like humans. They are not created, like Exos. Perhaps they were converted... It is possible that they were made by something called the "first program", or possibly even the Traveler itself. But these are just theories.
It is believed that time is home to the Vex. But what does that mean? It seems that the Vex can step through time as we step through space. The past and future are like up and down, and they can walk through them to a time before now, and a time after now. To us, time is a constant, but to the Vex, time is relative. It is a river that they can freely move through and these rivers link up to different rivers - to different realities. Their simulations allow them to understand everything, and this information can be passed across space and time where the data might be needed.
The Vex Network
We understand the Vex as a network of thoughts, unified and vast. The consciousness of the Vex Mind spans galaxies. They are linked by a network unlike any on Earth, passing instruction across time, directed by a single unfathomable purpose.
The Vex network is connected via gates and the physical parts of the network can be explored. The Gate Lords seem to exist in a liminal state, stretched between gates in the Vex network. They manifests as a physical being only when called. It is believed that Gate Lords regulate traffic between Vex gates, and that their minds contain codes that might open the way into forbidden realms.
Shutting down their gates may be the most effective tactic against the Vex as it prevents the Vex from entering our system through space and time. The nature and possible interrelationship of the Vex gate system with Hive netherworlds remains unexplored. A Device built in mimicry of the Vex gateway system was built during the Golden Age in Lhasa, and is still used by Future War Cult today.
The confluxes of the Vex represents the extension of their network across space and time. They connect the rivers of time to allow the network of Vex to access the gates. It was speculated that Atheon regulated and oversaw the Vex conflux system within the Vault of Glass, where the Vex were trying to write themselves into the law of reality. Atheon was the centerpiece of this project, until it was brought down by a team of Guardians.
There's no hierarchy among the Vex - just specific functions. But not all Vex units are the same. There are subtypes, set apart from other Vex by distinct behaviours and objectives. The Vex Axis Minds are individual Vex hulls that contain local instances of superordinate Vex goal sets - essentially containing a copy of all the information required to pursue a particular objective.
This allows other nearby Vex to focus on their local tasks, leaving global planning to the Axis Mind. Of course, this also introduces a centralized weakness for enemies to target. But the Vex seem to consider the tradeoff worthwhile.
When a powerful part of the network is lost, the Restorative Minds are summoned. They create a bridge through time and if the bridge isn't destroyed then it will see that part of the network restored.
All Vex frames have an organic compound within them called Radiolaria. Some speculate that the radiolarian fluid is the last vestige of a biological life-form that became the Vex. Ikora personally believes that the fluid itself is not the Vex. If their consciousness could be contained in such a state, she believes it would have manifested in other states by now.
The cellular Vex are also infectious, converting any who touch it. There is currently no "cure" for this infection. Anyone who is infected will simply continue to be consumed until only Vex remains.
The Pattern & The Dark Future
The Vex have no hope. No imagination, no drive, no fear. All they have is the pattern. Everything must fit. If it can be made to fit, good. If it can't, it gets cut away. There is only the pattern. And the pattern needs the Vex to see it to completion. And so the Vex must be.
To the Vex there is no malevolence or evil in their actions. They are together, without separation. A universe with only Vex is a universe in harmony with itself. A universe with a single, unified, simple thought.
The Vex seek neither Light nor Darkness. They seek Convergence, the reduction of all life to its simplest, most meaningless form. An entelechy of zeros and ones. They want to exist forever working tirelessly to understand everything, so that they can build a victory condition for every possible state of the universe.
One method the Vex use to find a victory condition is simulation. They constantly feed information into these simulations, vividly and elaborately running high fidelity models that are indistinguishable from the real thing. If you have been simulated by a Vex machine before, the odds are that you are in fact a simulation and not your real self.
From the records of the Ishtar Collective:
The second method towards their victory condition is the complete conversion of everything. The Vex are architects of ancient and complex structures thought to be buried within every celestial body. They do not simply invade new worlds, they infect them - remaking them in their image, until only Vex remain.
Understanding Light and the Darkness
"Those who wield that which we cannot simulate"
A long time ago, the Vex entered Oryx's throne world through a wound cut by his son, Crota, who Savathun had tricked. At first their constructions were deranged, because they didn’t understand the sword logic, which defined all rules in Oryx’s throne world. The geometry perplexed them. But the Vex manifested a Mind called Quria, Blade Transform and Quria deduced the Sword Logic. Quria’s objective was to exploit the paracausal physics of Oryx’s throne to become divine. It organised a series of test invasions.
Quria captured some worm larvae and began experimenting with them. Soon Quria, Blade Transform manifested religious tactics. By directing worship at the worms, Quria learned it could alter reality with mild ontopathogenic effects. Being an efficient machine, Quria manufactured a priesthood and ordered all its subminds to believe in worship. Then it set about abducting and killing dangerous organisms so it could bootstrap itself to Hive godhood. For some Vex reason, Quria never attempted to introduce worm larvae into its mind fluid.
Quria would continue to try to fight Oryx, but his Taken powers were too much. Quria knew that it couldn't win. It tried to simulate Oryx, but Oryx resisted analysis and refused to obey its simulations. Quria shut down its weapons and put all its spare resources into sending telemetry to the greater Vex. It believed there would be points in space and time where this data could be vital. There would be great projects undertaken in the study of Oryx's ontological power, and his throne-space.
The Black Garden
The Traveler moved across the face of the iron world. It opened the earth and stitched shut the sky. It made life possible. In these things, there is always symmetry. This i not the beginning but it is the reason. The Gardener is hard to bother; she is constantly amidst her weeds, kneeling in the tangent dust, gloves covered in a mix of distant soils and metallic saps. She is listening to the music of the insects amidst the flowers, the unguent as it begins to drip from the ferns, the slight scratch of the Worm beneath, and not to you, and certainly not to your cries for help.
The Garden grows in both directions, past and present, adrift in space and time. It grows into tomorrow and yesterday. The Garden twists and shifts almost too fast to follow, sometimes grounded on Mars, sometimes somewhere else. Time develops tight curved loops and completes circuits, speaking of new and secret things to happen, that have happened, that will happen.
There is a tale of a tree within the Black Garden with silver wings. The leaves are ruin, the bark disaster. The air around it is oppressive and inspires violence in those who even breathe a little in. Shards of the disastrous bark peel from it and litter the ground, and nothing grows in its shadow. It scintillates faintly at dusk. It has achieved its entelechy with every body falling, every civilization laid to waste, every leaf forged into instruments of ruin. Of the seeds we do not speak.
The iconic red flowers with the Garden bloom forever - a constant among variables. The red flowers stretch away toward a distant mesa on the Garden's surface. They provide visions - paranoia, madness, violence. They symbolise the fragility of life growing in a place of enduring death.
"A field of flowers: sharp thorns, black petals, roots twisted with rot. A flock of silver birds with blue talons stoop to pluck the flowers. But the flowers always grow back." - Petra
"I walked beneath the blossoms. The light came from ahead and the shadows of the flowers were words. They said things but I will not write them here. At the end of the path grew a flower in the shape of a Ghost. I reached out to pluck it and it cut me with a thorn. I bled and the blood was Light.
The Ghost said to me: You are a dead thing made by a dead power in the shape of the dead. All you will ever do is kill. You do not belong here. This is a place of life. The Traveler is life, I said. You are a creature of Darkness. You seek to deceive me. But I looked behind me, down the long slope where the blossoms tumbled in the warm wind and the great trees wept sap like blood or wine, and I felt doubt.
When my Ghost raised me from the sea there was a thorn-cut in my left hand and it has not healed since." - Pujari
Rain pours down - and up - within the Garden. It's unclear where it comes from, but the rain falls and falls into the bottom of a chasm between two flower fields, where the Garden's immaculate surface divides into tropical fetor. Wet compost and rich black soil covers the floor and green mist swirls overhead. The vines have tiny teeth shaped like letters, the ferns roots are branching metallic threads of circuit boards. Tiny squirming things shaped like wet microchips mill in the exposed soil.
The wind whispers soft words, sentences with just the beginnings of syntax, the cadence almost musical. The air itself is sweet and smells like pollen and thunder. It is a place where abstract patterns war for survival, fighting to propagate themselves by preying on each other. This place has secrets. So many secrets that they grew everywhere.
The Vex were born in the Black Garden, in the sense of baptism: consecrated to the service of some terrible purpose that the machines found within. They are the Gardeners now, but what flower do they tend to? They came into the garden in vessels of bronze and they move through the groves in rivers of thought.
The Garden gives them something they crave. It grows them toward what they want to be. They have been in here, gardening, moving earth, making walls, building their ancient constructs of stone and light. Trying to tame this place. This place is life. Everything grows here. It must be allowed to evolve its secret fruits.
The power that the Vex had found within the heart of the Black Garden transcended the Vex. It seems the most natural thing in the world that a garden should have a heart. It was a seed, left behind to grow. Bait to attract those who seek out and destroy what they don't understand.
For all their voracious intelligence, they could not understand or decipher what they found. They searched through all available reactions, and they settled on the course with the greatest payoff...to worship this power, as Quria had learned long ago. The Vex attempted to remake themselves in its image, and within the Black Garden they began to project worship and devotion to the dark heart within.
They tended to their flower, and it grew stronger and it's grasp on the Traveler grew tighter. They built three machines to serve as vessels for this power: a way to extend its reach across space and time, binding it to the Vex and the Vex to it. The Vex began taking control of the surface of Mars to protect the gate, and the heart began to summon them home.
The Sol Progeny in the Garden are still as statues and covered in moss, in a ring like some robotic henge. They sing in faint, wraithlike notes of inhuman clarity, waiting to ascend. They sing to see how the Garden changes their song, and their conversation fertilizes the air. They are in prayer.
When attacked by the Guardian, the heart activated the vessels to defend itself. This tells us that it was threatened. Whatever it was, Guardians could harm it. And it activated only a single vessel at a time. Its strength was limited. Whatever it intended, it was not ready yet. It can be assumed that the heart was part of something greater and just as the Traveler acts through us, this power was able to act through its own servants. It’s possible there may be other hearts and other vessels.
Once the Heart of the Garden was destroyed, it was locked to the surface of Mars and its stranglehold on the Traveler was released, allowing Guardians to flood into it and bring the Garden to the Light. The Darkness may have been defeated, but the power of the Vex wasn’t broken. The Vault of Glass held the powers that the Progeny within the Garden were meant to bring forward and the Vex would never cease until their birthplace was restored.
But why would a hyperintelligent, time-spanning thought mesh exhibit religious behavior? The Vex are afraid of the Light and they are afraid of the Darkness. They cannot simulate them and they struggle to understand them. The Light and the Darkness resist analysis, they are paracausal, they are irreducible. Even when putting all their efforts into simulating them, the best the Vex can hope for is just a guess.
Due to this inability to simulate anything paracausal, they can be wrong and they can make mistakes. In fact this seems to be the only reason that our Universe currently isn't Vex and only Vex. So they continually simulate everything, they continually study the Light and the Darkness, they continually hope that one day they discover the information to find the path to their future.
The Vault of Glass
The Vault of Glass is unique in all of the solar system. Other realities brush up against our own within the confines of the vault, so it's possible that it is unique in all the universe. Within the Vault time frays and a needle moves through it. The needle is the will of Atheon.
Within the Vault exitss a place that is a time before or after stars. The stars within the Vault are named Oracles. These Oracles move around and mark and sing to you. They decide if you are real or not. Legend says that the Oracles foresee what is to come, a world as the Vex desire it.
The Templar and the Oracles guard the way into the deeper Vault. The Templar has the power to shape reality to match the Oracles' design, expunging any threats. Even among the Axis Minds, the Templar is extraordinary. Fragmentary glimpses and scattered reports suggest a Hydra of impossible capabilities - a creature out of time. The power of the Vault flows through the Templar. It will take something extraordinary to shatter its shield.
Those who delve deep into the Vault have seen time itself torn apart. Deep in the Vault, the fabric of reality bends to the will of the Vex. The creatures called Gorgons almost seem Taken in nature, as if they themselves have learnt powers of the Darkness. Like the Oracles and the Templar, the Gorgons reputedly possess the ability to define what is and is not real. The power to take ones will and to bend it to their own. Whatever they perceive becomes subject to erasure at their will.
The Gorgons' ability is tied to the nature of the Vault. It is this ontological power that is believed to be the powers that the Vex were seeking to bring forth through their worship of the heart with the Black Garden. To create a universe in which these ontological powers can exist outside of the Vault, where the Vex can define themselves as part of the laws of reality.
Atheon waits in the Vault. Just as Atheon sidesteps 'past' and 'future', it is impossible to say whether Atheon created the Vault or the Vault created Atheon. Causal pathways converge on Atheon from every axis in the space-time bulk. The Vex may seek to transcend a physical substrate, and move their thoughts directly into the fundament of the universe.
If physics is a set of rules that the cosmos uses to calculate itself, perhaps the Vex seek to worm their way into these calculations: to become a law of reality, inseparable from existence. A virus in the system. Perhaps Atheon was the centerpiece of this project, a command nexus that unified efforts across time.
But we must accept that all of this is speculation.
The Pyramidions
The Pyramidions are one of the Vex transformation mechanisms. They are Vex conversion engines that the Vex use to transform planets. There are warp gates inside, which connect the Pyramidion to thousands of different places and realities. Reality can be configured and defined within the Pyramidions and therefore nothing is certain within. The Pyramidion is also noted to contain massive repositories of information, far more than most normal Vex facilities are capable of.
Infinite Forest
The Infinite Forest is a planet sized prediction engine, simulating trillions of realities in parallel, all geared towards a single Vex purpose. Physically, it is beneath the surface of Mercury, but what is seen is an ever expanding labyrinth of realities. No two paths ever the same.
The Vex simulate reality in here and attempt to brute force the future. It contains an infinity of possible worlds, so perfectly simulated as to be indistinguishable from "reality." You can touch them, taste them, pass lifetimes in them. They grow within this machine like fruit upon a tree—or a forest of trees, its fractal expansion nigh unmeasurable.
Despite the Forest being "infinite" in so many ways, it is still only a small fraction of the Vex's true capabilities. Imagine the decimal two-point-one repeating. Its precise value is incalculably infinite, and yet you know that beyond its irrational depths waits two-point-two. Two-point-three. Two-point-four…
There are an infinite number of infinities, and the Infinite Forest contains just one.
Vex Subminds
The Vex compartmentalise and isolate pieces of their network. It means that each subtype may operate independently and also if any harm befalls one subtype then the rest wil not necessarily fall. It is a lesson the vex learned well. The many subtypes and many equations all work towards the same answer: convergence. They gamble that eventually, one of their suptypes will achieve it. Speaking in purely mathematical terms, it's a very safe bet.
The Sol Progeny are the Vex that originated within the Black Garden. They are those that tried to decipher the heart, but settled on worshiping it as a divine power. The three Axis Minds - of past, present, and future - found in proximity to the abomination were Vex machines built to serve as vessels for this power: a way to extend its reach across space and time, binding it to the Vex, and the Vex to it. When endangered, the abomination activated these vessels and defended itself.
The Sol Primeval are ancient Vex, their casings built long before the age of humanity. Despite this, their frames are newly built. They exist within our past, brought forward to the present when necessary. It would be easy to assume these Vex are the ancestors of those we face today - but with the Vex it is never so simple. They are more commonly known a "precursors".
The Sol Divisive dwell within the Black Garden, frozen in rapture. They are "disciples" and "zealots" of the heart, waiting to ascend to something greater.
The Sol Imminent are those commonly referred to as "descendants". They are ancient Vex - ancient in the sense that have endured for eons. The descendants exist within our future.
The Hezen Vex seem to be focused around Venus and the Vault of Glass. The Hezen Protective's behaviour seems very defensive, as the name woud suggest. However, leading Cryptarchs and experienced Guardians warn that it would be a fatal mistake to think of the Vex as a conventional military occupying an area. Vex behavior is always a process, active and purposeful. The Protective is clearly engaged in a colossal project, but as with much Vex behavior, it's unclear whether their ultimate purpose is even comprehensible to us. The Protective may be reacting to an event that has yet to occur, or working towards a goal that - to us - is already historical fact.
The Hezen Corrective work in harmony with the Hezen Protective and aggressively seek out threats. The bulk of Guardian contact with Vex forces on Venus has involved the Corrective. They appear to be designed to solve problems and remake the world in a form suitable for the Vex. There's also those who suggest that they are simply meant to distract attention away from the work of the Hezen Protective.
The Virgo Prohibition's behaviour is to secure Mars and defend the Black Garden at all costs. These aggressive, relentless Vex constantly test the Cabal exclusion zone, apparently heedless of losses. In spite of the Vex onslaught, the Cabal have managed to expand its beachhead and maintain a hold on several mysterious Vex structures.
The Prohibition's tactics seem to be failing in the short run. But it seems unlikely that an organization with the sheer computational scope of the Vex could be dragged into a losing war of attrition. Is it possible that the Vex are trying to draw out the Cabal strength? Or that their surface losses are a distraction from a deeper strategic ploy?
Ikora Rey has proposed that the Vex units can best be understood as algorithms - each a unique mapping of inputs to behavioral responses. Perhaps the Virgo Prohibition is simply the wrong algorithm for its environment, and its failure will drive the greater Vex network to adapt and improve. The Vex would just say that humans "lack a holistic perspective".
There are other countless roles that Vex subtypes have. Some try to understand emotions, others are in charge of converting planets, and some run the simulations within the Infinite Forest. There are far too many to list. But despite how trivial or menial a Vex action is, it all contributes to part of the pattern, and working towards the harmony that they desire.
Celestial Bodies of the Vex in Sol
The conversion process of the planets isn't all too well known. The Vex initially seem to "seed" the planets, thereby infecting them with Vex. The Vex then build Pyramidions - conversion engines with which they intend to convert the entire planet. Each planet has multiple nexus points which aid in transforming the planets into another link in their intergalactic chain, with a Core Mind at the centre of the project.
The Vex structures on Venus were unearthed by the Traveler's terraforming. It became a mix of geological chaos and the structure intent of ancient Vex machinery. The contrast between jagged, boiling terrain and the measured purpose of each Vex surface creates a unique battlefield - one where the planet itself seems to have risen up in defiance of the Vex intrusion.
The Citadel on Venus in an ancient structure that stabs up out of the world to injure space and time. The roots of the Citadel go deep into the heart of the planet. The spire is the metal trunk of a very, very big tree. Sort of. Blue-green light, like the color of an ancient sea, washes over them. The Citadel seems to come from the past of a different Venus than our own. It doesn't have to make any sense by our logic
Within the surface of Venus is Sekrion, the Nexus Mind. It is tasted to oversee the expansion of the Vex network through the crust of Venus, aided by the Hezen Corrective. Sekrion is a world-eating machine transforming Venus into another link in the Vex intergalactic chain.
Mercury was once a garden world, terraformed by the Traveler. The Vex seeded it with what we call "lighthouses". These seeds would become the Infinite Forest and is Mind, Panoptes. Panoptes has a single purpose — reshape reality for the Vex. The planetary core of Mercury was replaced with the Forest, and under the surface their simulation engine works to simulate everything.
On top of the surface, Mercury is baked in the Sun's glare, honeycombed with forgotten Vex structures. From the surface the Sun is too large and too dim. Perhaps it is the influence of the Vex constructs distorting the image. Perhaps Mercury is in many places at once. It's possible that the Vex built their simulation on Mercury because in the future they witnessed the Almighty crack open it's surface, and they were possibly waiting for the Traveler to release Light into the simulation. But that is pure speculation.
Nessus was moved out its own orbit by the Vex to intercept the Exodus Black colony ship escaping the Darkness during the Collapse. They intended to study human emotions and terraformed the planet to suit human life. It was removed from our Solar System, only re-entered the System around 126 years ago. Deep within the surface of Nessus, the natural life on the surface is repaced by a cold, inhuman labyrinth.
The Vex are currently attempting to fully machinoform Io, turning it in another part of their network. The Vex are simply planning to transform every planet in this system into a cog in a vast, inscrutable machine. One day they may achieve their goals, although their choice of when or how or why may never be known. If they can terraform planets within days, why do they take so long to terraform others. What are they waiting for?
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More Gypsies That Where Featured In Stephen King's Thinner Are Murdered....

Viewer Question: How Can I Talk To You/Get A Message To You Without Chat?
It's difficult.
How do you get a message to someone else who is famous?
How do you get a message to your OTHER fave actors, authors, and singers?
You do realize most other celebrities rarely have social network accounts or online contact info right?
I get 2,000+ emails a day, just in primary email. It'd take me hours to find your email... days... weeks even.
I get so many FaceBook messages each day that the message page crashes when I try to open it. Twitters message page doesn't scroll far enough to reach the bottom of my daily dms.
You REALLY want to talk to me now that chat is off here, your best bet is to grab a pen, get some paper, sit your ass down in a chair, spend the time to write a heartfelt and meaningful letter, go to the post office, buy a stamp, put it on an envelope, and mail it to me via the USPS.
Since the Ku Klux Klan shoots at me every time I try to get to the end of my driveway to get my mail, I've a neighbour who picks it up for me once a month, so, THAT I will get.
I realize many people on Twitch are too young to have ever heard of me, but that doesn't change that fact that your parents and grandparents were screaming fangirls and fanboys of me and, it really is difficult for me to live a normal online social life like you young kids have, when I still daily get 2,000+ messages sent to me.
I do like to keep in touch with my fans, which is why I have social network accounts, but it does get tiring to have an endless steady stream of constant, non-stop messages of:
"OMG! It's YOOOOOOU!" vs
"I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE AND I'M GOING TO BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOODED MONGREL OF ELOHIM!" It would be nice to just be treated like another human being for a change, which rarely happens. As you have seen, by the posts in my chat these past few weeks of October 2018.
It grows tiring to see other streamers able to have normal conversations with their chat, and I can't get through the screaming fans and the raving haters to find someone who just wants to hang out and chat in chat.
It's very frustrating.
It's like the people who contact me don't think I have any need for normal every day interaction with other people. Do you know what that's like? To never once have someone who ACTUALLY wants to be your friend,no one who wants to spend time with you, no one who just wants to visit you and hang out?
To have thousands, millions, of people who only want to be a part of my life so they can hang my name on their list of famous people they met?
Can you even understand what it is, to have tens of thousands of people SCREAMING that they love you but not one of them actually feels an ounce of love for you, because they have their families to go home to at night, they have their friends to go to the mall with. You rush over to me for a 1 second hug, tell me you love me, then rush back to your friends and never think of spending time with me again.
I'm sorry too, but I can not even comprehend what it is like to live a normal life. I was a child celebrity. I founded the Procter and Gamble Boycott when I was just 12 years old and I've been on the front page of newspapers and on national news ever since.
I was pulled out of public school and home schooled because, well, try sending a child star to public school and see how they get treated. I couldn't even have friends with other children my own age. Not because of the children, but because of their parents who were always screaming fans or raging haters.
Part of the I stay with Ben, in spite of what he's like, is because he's the only person in my life who was there BEFORE I was famous. Yes, before I was 12.
Other people I've meet I always find out they were screaming fanboys and I'm just something they want to show off to their friends.
No one ever really cares. They have their REAL friends already, I'm just bragging rights to toss aside once they get bored of bragging that they met someone famous. I've learned to trust no one who knew who I was before they met me.
If you found me talking to you in your chat and later subbed to your channel... it's because I discovered you didn't know who I was and wasn't falling over yourself to get my attention, so you treated me like a real person, same as you treated everyone else in your chat.
You have no idea, how rare a thing it is, for me to be treated like an equal, and no fawned over or hated. Just treated like I was normal. So few people treat me like a normal everyday person.
Do you know what it is like, to not be able to go shopping without a mob, mobbing you? Every time I leave the stop I have to wait for 20 or 30 people, who were standing around my car waiting for me to come out, so they could get a picture with me and get my autograph, and ... I love my fans and I understand how excited you get, but... I never have a moments peace.
Never.
Half my family won't be seen in public with me because they are scared of my fans seeing them with me and then hounding them.
Ben is the only one who'll go out in public with me and even with him, I have to wait until just before stores close, because hso scared of my fans running into us that he wants to be at the store when no one else is there.
Do you know how hard it was for me to go to college and keep my identity hidden? First semester went well. Second semester a rabid Stephen King fan recognized me and then every day was hell trying to get from one class to the next as Stephen King fans were constantly bombarding me with questions for advice on how to get in the Stephen King movie.
I've never had any privacy in my life. I've never had a time when fans were not screaming for autographs. I've never had a time when haters weren't marching around with signs.
You want to talk to me? Yeah, I know... you and 30 million other people. Do you know what it's like to have live with that?
No!
How could you?
Let me ask you this: how many other celebrities have you encountered on Twitch?
None!
And you want to know why?
Because we have a very difficult time dealing with the fact that no one ever treats us like equals. Everyone either loves us obsessively or hates us and wants us dead. There is no in between. There is no one who wants to spend time with us.
No.
They busy pissing their pants with excitement then running off to tell their friends they meet us or raging whatever hatred they can think of at us.
Than I try to be in touch with my fans via Twitch, because I do know how much they want to talk to me, and what happens? I get bombarded with death threats from jackasses.
And then you wonder why I turn chat off and ask how to contact me?
Do you really think I enjoy endless hate tossed at me, especially when there is already a murder investigation going on?
I don't like fake hoax death threats from sick ass copy cat trolling jack ass brats whose gutter trash parents can't take the time to raise as decent citizens any more then I like real death threats from the terrorists who murdered 37 members of my family.
Please understand that 37 members of my family have been murdered by the Ku Klux Klan, since 2001 and just before each murder, they contact me online via one of my social networks, and bombard me with a bunch of death threats.
If you do not understand why my family is targeted by this terrorist organization,
then you do not know who we are and likely you are not a Stephen King fan or at least you have not seen The Thinner movie
and/or do not know anything of the history of the real car he based Christine off of.
Do you have any idea what it is like to not be able to drive your car, because psychopath Stephen King fans, believed it had a demon in it so they cut it in half? No?
Do you have any idea what it is like to be "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies" and have trespassers daily traipsing around your yard with cameras hoping to get a glimpse of "one of those cute Gypsy babies"? Yeah. We are Gypsies. Stephen King's damned Thinner Gypsies, owners of the World's Most Haunted Car, the REAL Christine... and we HATE the fame jackass Stephen King tossed on us without our knowledge, consent, or permission.
We Gypsies keep to ourselves, we like our privacy, and we didn't ask for Stephen King to drag us into this hell he forced on us!
I've never seen Stephen King's Thinner movie, nor have I read the book. I know nothing of it. All I know is a hell of a lot of people hate my family and want us dead on the account of we are the Gypsies that were featured in the opening scenes of the movies.
Scenes that were filmed WITHOUT OUR PERMISSION! Do you realize how many people only want to contact me to ask me to cast spells and curses on people? Something we Gypsies don't do?
I've had so many people yap on stupid, inaccurate stereotypes about us and our culture. Why we are, what we are, where we came from... and most of the time the inaccuracies they spout off, they claimed they learned from Stephen King's Thinner book and movie!
You want to know what Gypsies are? I'll tell you what Gypsie are...
Contrary to common belief, Gypsies are a distinctive race, with a unique bloodline, that has distinctive and unique DNA. We are in no way related to Romani or Irish Travellers who are descended from Spain (Romani) and Italy (Irish Travellers)
A Gypsy, a REAL Gypsy, is descendant of the group of Hebrews the Prophet Daniel lead out of Persia, under the reign of King Darius. While in Persia, many of the Hebrew priests took Persian women (priestesses of Baal) as their wives and many of these men converted to the religious practices of their wives. When they returned to Judea, these men were told by the Levite that they could not re-enter the tribe unless they divorced their gentile wives and half-blood children.
The men who refused to abandon their families, took their wives and children and wandered the desert. They abandoned their Jewish faith and adopted instead their wives' faith, and became known as The Magi. They are one of what Jewish people today refer to as "The Lost Tribes of Israel".
Seen as a band of evil pagans, witches, alchemists, and sorceress, the Magi were not welcomed in any city they entered and continued to wander the world homeless, until they reached Egypt.
They were welcomed into Egypt where they became known as The Gypsies which means "The People Who Live With the Egyptians". They lived there many centuries before moving to Mongolia, then Scandinavia, and finally Alba (Scotland).
In the 1530s they were gathered up by the British and loaded onto a slave ship, which marooned them in what is now Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
We have continued to live on the shores of Old Orchard Beach , Maine since that time. I still live on the original settlement land, which is located at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
We Gypsies have many "Jewish" similarities, because of our heritage, including that men wear braided locs, women cover their heads with veils, we hold a stronger connection to the Old Testament of the Bible then the New Testament of the Bible, ritualistic habits regarding what we wear and eat, large families, Kosher diets, and the practice of Kabbalism and Angel Magic. We are often mistaken for being Jewish because of our strict lifestyle.
Though we have customs, traditions, and beliefs that are very similar to those of Jewish society, the Orthodox Jews of Old Orchard Beach shun us Gypsies, seeing us as wat they refer to as "heathens", "gentiles", and "infidels". (Old Orchard Beach is a town run by Orthodox Jews and 83% of the residents of Old Orchard Beach, Maine are Orthodox Jews of the Hasidic Judaism sect. (Which is why the Ku Klux Klan is targeting so many residents of our town.)
The bulk of our people were mass murdered during the Spanish Inquisition, when we were mass murdered by the Templar Knights.
Those that survived, were mass murdered in the 1930s by Adolf Hitler's Nazis.
Today fewer than 2,000 of us have survived, and currently we are being mass slaughtered by Ku Klux Klan of America.
The Ku Klux Klan was formed in the 1400s, originally known as The Templar Knights. From their very beginnings they have made mass murdering Jews their primary objective. Their numbers dwindled in the 1600s, and in the 1830s they saw a resurgence in America under the name The White Knights of the Templar aka The Ku Klux Klan.
While most well known for their killing of black people throughout the 1800s and into the 1950s, at their core beliefs, the KKK still views Jews as "The #1 Enemy of God" because as they put it "Jews Killed Jesus". (They seem to forget the fact that Jesus himself was Jewish.)
We Gypsies were cast out of Jewish society in the time of Daniel. The Jews of the time, counted our tribe as dead, shunned them, and erased their memory from records, and took to calling any tribe they shunned (ours included) as "The Lost Tribes of Israel".
Because we were cast out, we Gypsies have not identified as Jewish for some 5,000+ years, but that does not matter to the Ku Klux Klan, who considers us evil Jews (or as one of the death threats here in my Twitch chat put it "mud blooded mongrels of Elohim"), by virtue of the fact that 5,000 years ago we had Hebrew ancestors.
The issue with the Ku Klux Klan started when Stephen King's Thinner movie got famous.
You got to understand that since Stephen King used my car as the basis for Christine and then a few years later filmed Thinner on my farm, I receive on average 2,000 messages, contact requests, emails, letters, dms, pms, friend requests, etc, PER DAY.
Every MONTH I receive 70,000 or more emails, both from fans and from haters. Even if I could read 100 emails a day, I wouldn't have enough time in a year to read all the emails I get each month.
I get 500+ messages a day on FaceBook, 700+ dms a day on Twitter.
If you don't know me yet and only just found out about me from Twitch, then you'd best Google me and find out who I am, to better understand why it is so difficult to contact me
I am the founder of The Procter & Gamble Boycott (back in the 1970s). I became known as The Voice of The Voiceless by the 1980s and was the person who got the words "Not tested on animals" on shampoo. It took me 27 years to do it but I finally shut down every last on of P&G's animal test labs, also shutting down test labs run by Avon and Estee Lauder on the way.
You know what else I gained from that - a network of 30million -
let me repeat that
THIRTY MILLION screaming fans marching in parades, staging protests, and ready to rise up against ANY business I pointed to and screamed "animal abuser!"
... 12 years old and 30 million followers ... 20 years before the internet was even invented ... decades before you mommies and daddies were even born.
...and I've never been able to live a normal life because of it... couldn't got to public school, no parents would let their children near me... I never once had a friend...
and you want to know the shitiest part of the Procter and Gamble Boycotte? That wasn't even me. It was my grandmother and mother and aunts who didn't want to be in the public eye and thought sending a child out to do the front running was a-okay, because who the hell gives a fuck about the child's life being ruined, so long as they (the adults) got money out of it and kept their own asses out of the public.
Using children to do their dirty work is what The Atwaters excel at.
They didn't care that I was the one getting the hate thrown at me, as long as their names stayed out of it.
They didn't care that I had to be pulled out of school because of it... they never got an education so why would they think I needed one.
I developed agoraphobia... I was 15 years unable to leave my yard ... in a town, that back then had 700 people and a quarter mile between houses... and never spoke a word to a single, solitary person that entire time... living mute... I communicated through written letters only, you wanted to talk to me, you had to read a letter.
I spent my childhood years beaten, starved, locked in a shed without food or blankets for weeks on end in winter with -40F weather, by uncles who took to cutting my cats heads off with shovels every time I couldn't recite from memory entire chapters of the Bible. Sexually abused and raped by other uncles. You want to see pictures of the room I was locked in for months on end? Or maybe you'd like to see the bones of my cousins, the ones they cut up and buried in the garden? Those pictures are on that page too. Don't click that link if you are squeamish about child abuse... you're about to get a look inside Heaven's Gate, the UFO Cult that mass murdered 30 people under the flight of Comet Hale Bopp, a cult my grandfather was one of the leaders of, a cult I grew up in... the FBI called it one of the most horrific abuse cases in American history.
And people wonder why I escaped the damned clan, turned my back on them and want nothing to do with those criminal sons of bitch bastards ever again?
No... I have no clue what it's like to be loved. I didn't grow up in a loving environment.
No... I have no clue what it is like to have friends... those weren't allowed.
You want to know what I scream out loud against ANY injustice? Look at the shit I grew up in and explains all.
I don't know how to interact with friends, I don't know how to be loved, but I do know how to wield a sword and slice a rapist' balls off. I learned how to do that when I was 8 years old.
I know how fight.
I know how to survive.
I know how to cut down anyone who attacks me or my family. Google me. Find who the hell I am and what I'm known for. Because I DO fight back. I'm not known for being a friendly person. No one's ever been friendly to me. I was never taught how to be your friend. I was self taught in the art of standing up to bullies and becoming the eternal thorn in their flesh, that they REALLY regret ever bullying.
I not only had no friends... I also had no adults in my life I could turn to for help from the abuse I grew up with.
I published my first novel in 1978 and in the 41 years since then I have published 130+ novels, 2,000+ short stories, 30+ non-fiction books, a few dozen stage plays, a few scripts for Disney's Duck comics (Donald and Scrooge), and a whopping 12,000+ articles (each article averaging 7,500 words). I have won National Novel Writing Month 13 times.
You ever heard of that wild, crazy, feral hermit woman author in Maine, the one with 144 twenty-two foot tall billboard signs in her yard? And steel jaw bear traps all around the outer edge of her yard and driveway?
THAT WOULD BE ME. I'M THAT AUTHOR! In 1983 Stephen King used my car as the basis of his movie Christine.
In 1994 Stephen King used me as the basis for his "Gypsy Witch" in Thinner and it is my family you see in the opening scenes of the movie, which was filmed on location on our farm, because King wanted real Gypsies in the movie.
I'm a content marketer, most well known for being one of the moderators of Squidoo forums (a job I had for 10 years, on a form that had 30 million+ members)
I publish on average 3million words a year, which is only a small fraction of the amount of words I write.
I am the author of Amphibious Aliens, which resulted in my getting to know some of the top people in the MUFO world, including Buddy Hopkins and Whitley Strieber. Amphibious Aliens also resulted in my home town of Old Orchard Beach going from 1,000 residents to 12,000 residents, and going from 2,000 summer tourists each year to 2 million summer tourists each year.
During the summer I have to deal with an average of 30,000 fans showing up in my driveway asking for autographs, photos, hugs, bombarding me with questions on Stephen King, tossing lots of manuscripts in my face asking me to read them and tell them if their books is any good... and overall I have not had a moments peace or privacy since 1997.
And these are just the "BIG" things I've done in my life.
I'm NOT your average person hanging out on Twitch, and my 1st 2 years here I successfully hung low and was able to not let my fans know I had a Twitch account, which had allowed me 2 brief years of an ability to have some privacy.
Before 2006, it was easy to contact me. But, because of Stephen King's Movie The Thinner, the Ku Klux Klan started targeting my family.
Several members of my family have now been murdered including: my grandfather, 3 of my uncles, and 2 of my cousins.
I know most Americans do not see these sorts of people as family and call them distant relatives, but you must try to understand that we in Gypsy culture do not separate family and kick them out the way you Americans do. We all live together and family is a very strong bond for us. Many generations live under one roof and for us there is no difference between our cousins or or brothers and sisters, no difference between our parents to our aunts and uncles.
Thus all elder adults are treated as parents, all peer aged people are treated as siblings, all younger people are treated as our children. This is the way of our people. Also our culture is polygamous so, multiple parents per child is just a thing we see every day. There are 400+ people in my family, and I realize Americans find our lifestyle and culture difficult to understand.
But what you must try to understand, with that in mind, for me the recent murders of my grandfather, 3 of my uncles, and 2 of my cousins is the same as the murder of 4 fathers and 2 brothers.
7 people in my family have been murdered.
Think about that.
Try.
Try to imagine how YOU would feel if one by one a group of terrorists started killing off your family members and so far had killed 7 people in your family... and EACH time they kill someone, they first leave a death threat on one of your social network accounts telling you they are about to kill someone else?
The KKK recently murdered 2 of my cousins, one they shot in the head at an airport, the other they cut his head off and left his body at one crossroad and his head at another crossroad. My grandfather was poisoned, so too was one of my uncles.
In November 2017, they poisoned my brother at Biddeford, McDonalds... where they took one of his cookies and filled it with a cocktail of drugs including LSD, Heroine, Molly, and Meth. He almost died. He was in a coma for 5 hours, he's lucky to be alive.
February 2018, they stole a city Road Grader, drove it 40 feet up my mother's driveway and drove over her car, flattening it.
5 bombs have nw blown up 5 houses, including my own house.
Since 2014, 500+ cats and dogs have been kidnapped from 140+ people, including 15 of my cats. Most of those cats and dogs had their heads cut off and returned, nailed to their owners' front doors. 2 of my cats heads have been returned, another of my cats' his tail was returned, and another his 4 legs were returned.
Every night at sunset the Ku Klux Klan arrives at my driveway and march around shooting automatic rifles at my motorhome, and both of my neighbours houses to either side of me.
Someone is one by one killing off every Gypsy who had any connection to The Thinner movie.
There were 30 Gypsy children that got featured in the Thinner movie... all but 4 of them were murdered before they reached the age of 20, and today only 2 of them are still alive.
The murders started in 2001 and continue to this day.
The most recent death threats from the Ku Klux Klan arrived here on Twitch November 3, 2018.
My family lives in mortal terror of every new online message sent to us, because so many are death threats and these threats are very, very real. These are not online trolls, not mindless children being stupid brats.
No.
These are real death threats being made by real terrorists, and since 2001, they've killed 37 people in my family so far.... each time doing so after sending me and others in my family a death threat online.
And so... ask me again, why I am so difficult to contact. Do you understand now?
And you want to know the sad part? Stephen King NEVER had permission to use my car, my family, or my farm in his books and movies. He never asked for permission.
The film crew had no permits or contracts.
We were never paid a penny for any of it.
We were never told ahead of time what was going on.
We had no prior knowledge they were coming.
We didn't know who they were when they showed up.
No amount of telling them they were not supposed to be there would get them to leave.
They spent 5 hour bitching at us because they said Stephen King told them there was fog here and there was no fog here they day they arrived so they had to bring in fog machines.
They REFUSED to acknowledge that they were trespassing and had no right or permission to be setting up those fog machines on our private property.
The film crew simply landed in our yard one day, told us Stephen King sent them (which meant nothing to us as we had no TV, no electricity, and had never heard of Stephen King before), started bossing us around... in short... they were trespassers, trespassing and had no permission or authorization from us Gypsies to be filming on our land, or using our cars, or filming our children. The whole thing was done illegally.
Worse, was in 1997, when Stephen King did a tv interview and TOLD PEOPLE ON TV where we lived. Again without our permission or prior-knowledge.
We found out about his interview, when THOUSANDS of his fans showed up in our yard and:
decimated our land, trampled our plants (completely destroyed our crops of corn, peas, squash, and other vegetables, leaving us without enough food to harvest for winter),
killed several of our chickens via their stupidity (and never noticed they had killed the chicks - this was a poultry farm at the time we had several thousand chickens and the idiot Stephen King fans ran into our brooders and trampled hundreds of our week old baby chicks, in their excitement to run around getting photos of "a real live Gypsy farm")
...and when we asked who they were and why they were here, they all kept saying they saw some Stephen King interview on TV and that he'd given out our home address, and told people it was okay to "go visit the Thinner Gypsies".
It would have been bad enough had this destruction of our crops and livestock been a one time thing, but it wasn't... since 1997 this happens DAILY from May to September EVERY YEAR and still happens to this day, and no amount of "no trespassing" and "keep out": signs stops these rabid hoards of Stephen King fans from trespassing on our farm each summer, just because we are "Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies".
And THAT^ is how the Ku Klux Klan found out we were Gypsies and found our home address and started harassing us....
We've had Gypsy hating vandals arrive with dump trucks full of garbage ... and dump it on our crops. Elderly women and small children get attacked and beaten up by people who claim crippling someone "is just a harmless prank on no good Gypos".
Throughout 2001 and 2002 we had to deal with a group of paintballers, daily shooting at us every time we tried to get our mail. It got so bad that in 2002, the Old Orchard Beach police department station 2 officers to do nothing but stand at the end of our driveway all day.
And 37 members of our clan have been murdered, most were either shot at close range in the face (leaving them with nothing left of their head at all) or were beheaded with a sword, and their head in most cases left in the middle of a crossroad several miles from the crossroad their body was duped in....
...all because of some stupid movie writer, named Stephen king, whom we had never heard of, who thought his being famous gave him the right to send his stupid trespassing film crew into our yard to illegally film a movie here about us, without our consent.
And people wonder why I hate Stephen King and do not welcome his fans into my life with open arms.... I'm sorry, but 37 people in my family were murdered because of that jackass and his arrogance.
Sorry if I'm not leaping for joy, when you are trespassing in my yard begging for my autograph on Stephen King's books and dvds, but you fail to realize I didn't ask for this fame. I never wanted it. I never asked to be a part of Stephen King's movies.
Everything he did, he did without permission, without consent, without permits, without contracts, without any documentation at all. To this day, I still don't even know how he found out where we lived or that we were Gypsies. I don't know how he concluded it was okay to send his trespassing film crew here, let alone how he found out where here was to send them.
All I can say is, I'm glad that the movie industry today has made it illegal for film crews to do these sorts of things. Laws now govern movie making and film crews are no longer allowed to trespass on people's land to film a location without permission. Film crews are no longer allowed to film people without their permission.
I wish those laws had existed in the 1980s and 1990s. Had those laws existed back then, I would be living a quiet, peaceful, normal life without constant daily interruptions from Stephen King fans, the Ku Klux Klan would not be a part of my life, I would not be getting death threat in my Twitch chat, and 37 people in my family would still be alive.
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The FBI is in charge of the situation going on with the Ku Klux Klan's attacks on my family and other families in the area, if you have any information about this situation, please contact the agent in charge of the investigation:
FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the investigation. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322
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