12-14-2014, 06:23 PM
The last week had seen Marcus busy with his work, both public and private. The Consulate of Communication was a whirlwind of activity now that the plan for DV had been approved by Ascendancy. He found himself fascinated with the myriad actions and strategies being followed to remake an entire culture. Of late, he had been working with Anatoly Yushakov, Director of Media Affairs. Watching was more like it, fascinated at the way the man shifted effortlessly between the seemingly frivolous and insubstantial to the most serious of religious ideologies and cultural norms. Whatever else he could say, these people knew what they were doing. From time to time, he and Elouera discussed via email or chat what was going on. The power here was immense and yet subtle, all the more so for being utterly invisible to most people.
When not at the Consulate, he was either at the gym or engrossed in his newest mystery. The sword of the woman drew him as nothing ever had in a long while. It was an enigma and he struggled to understand how it was possible and what it meant- and how it could be used. Not the weapon itself, of course. However deadly it might be in a melee fight, it didn't compare to the Force. Not even to a gun, really. But what it represented or hinted at, that, that was the real mystery.
He methodically probed at it step by step with various threads of the power and dutifully recorded the results in his journals. But his equations became convoluted and more than once he had to throw them away and start again. However this worked, it had to be elegant and clean, evincing the beauty and symmetry that was the hallmark of all deep scientific mathematical truths. Euler's Identity was the standard and anything that did not match its elegant simplicity was not true enough. Order, harmony, structure- that was the universe he sought to live in, to help bring about.
From time to time as he worked, memories of that weekend with the Butcher came to him and he smiled to himself. That had been a work of elegance and symmetry. It was justice and he had enjoyed it immensely. He felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. Being a god of justice had reinforced how far he had ascended. It brought him a sense of purpose.
This day, he dressed- a simple dark maroon suit with a black shirt and gold checked tie, his purple Sigma pin on his lapel- in an unhurried manner as he made sure to have plenty of time. Ascendancy had summoned him to the Facility- a place that was only spoken about in hushed tones, more rumors and whispers than anything else. He was curious to what the day held. Given his interactions with the man before he knew it would be interesting to say the least. He was not, by nature, humble. But he knew when it was time to bend the neck. This was one of those times. Still, he doubted Ascendancy had an interest in sycophants and yes-men, all signs of weakness. Marcus himself despised that trait.
Bend the neck he would, but not at the price of his own identity. But he doubted there would be any discord. He and Ascendancy both wanted the same thing above all- an abolishing of the chaos and disharmony that threatened their world. The universe was, as theoretical physicist Max Tegmark had so clearly explained, a mathematical structure. It wasn't "described" by mathematics. It was mathematical. That being the case, their world was a tangled mess of equations and variables and operators. It needed order. Simple as that. Order and harmony. Marcus was glad to be working with a man who wanted the same thing. He wasn't too arrogant to recognize what it meant that Ascendancy had done in reality what he had only planned on doing. He had come here to learn, after all.
Once Marcus was finished, he wasted no time traveling to the entrance if the Facility closest to the Kremlin. He was not surprised to find that it looked like it had originally been a bunker of some sort from the last century, though it had been dressed up in the latest technologies. He entered the building and gave the guard personnel his name and ID. "Be seated, Sigma DuBois. We have word the Ascendancy will be here shortly." Marcus gave the man a slight smile and sat down to wait. As he did, his gaze ran over the massive glass display and computer in front of him. It made him curious as to what went on here.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Dec 14 2014, 09:02 PM.
When not at the Consulate, he was either at the gym or engrossed in his newest mystery. The sword of the woman drew him as nothing ever had in a long while. It was an enigma and he struggled to understand how it was possible and what it meant- and how it could be used. Not the weapon itself, of course. However deadly it might be in a melee fight, it didn't compare to the Force. Not even to a gun, really. But what it represented or hinted at, that, that was the real mystery.
He methodically probed at it step by step with various threads of the power and dutifully recorded the results in his journals. But his equations became convoluted and more than once he had to throw them away and start again. However this worked, it had to be elegant and clean, evincing the beauty and symmetry that was the hallmark of all deep scientific mathematical truths. Euler's Identity was the standard and anything that did not match its elegant simplicity was not true enough. Order, harmony, structure- that was the universe he sought to live in, to help bring about.
From time to time as he worked, memories of that weekend with the Butcher came to him and he smiled to himself. That had been a work of elegance and symmetry. It was justice and he had enjoyed it immensely. He felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. Being a god of justice had reinforced how far he had ascended. It brought him a sense of purpose.
This day, he dressed- a simple dark maroon suit with a black shirt and gold checked tie, his purple Sigma pin on his lapel- in an unhurried manner as he made sure to have plenty of time. Ascendancy had summoned him to the Facility- a place that was only spoken about in hushed tones, more rumors and whispers than anything else. He was curious to what the day held. Given his interactions with the man before he knew it would be interesting to say the least. He was not, by nature, humble. But he knew when it was time to bend the neck. This was one of those times. Still, he doubted Ascendancy had an interest in sycophants and yes-men, all signs of weakness. Marcus himself despised that trait.
Bend the neck he would, but not at the price of his own identity. But he doubted there would be any discord. He and Ascendancy both wanted the same thing above all- an abolishing of the chaos and disharmony that threatened their world. The universe was, as theoretical physicist Max Tegmark had so clearly explained, a mathematical structure. It wasn't "described" by mathematics. It was mathematical. That being the case, their world was a tangled mess of equations and variables and operators. It needed order. Simple as that. Order and harmony. Marcus was glad to be working with a man who wanted the same thing. He wasn't too arrogant to recognize what it meant that Ascendancy had done in reality what he had only planned on doing. He had come here to learn, after all.
Once Marcus was finished, he wasted no time traveling to the entrance if the Facility closest to the Kremlin. He was not surprised to find that it looked like it had originally been a bunker of some sort from the last century, though it had been dressed up in the latest technologies. He entered the building and gave the guard personnel his name and ID. "Be seated, Sigma DuBois. We have word the Ascendancy will be here shortly." Marcus gave the man a slight smile and sat down to wait. As he did, his gaze ran over the massive glass display and computer in front of him. It made him curious as to what went on here.
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Dec 14 2014, 09:02 PM.