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Project: RATAN
Location: Voskov Institute of Technology and Science
Chief Researcher: Natalya Moralova
Objective: Study of metaphysical effects in plant growth
Status: Ongoing
Project: LOTOS
Location: Dankov Air Force Base
Chief Researcher: R. Melenko
Objective: Military application of the metaphysical within standard equipment
Status: Ongoing
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Project: BESKONECHNOST-IV
Location: Dadaev-Lubanov Institute
Chief Researcher: H. Ermenov
Objective: Research into metaphysical sources of renewable energy
Status: Ongoing
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Project: TORA
Location: High Altitude Geophysical Research Facility "GELA"
Chief Researcher: E. Stalnoserdsky
Objective: Research of experimental proof for Rottenkopf-Kirilenko Resonance in high-energy Scalar-Metaphysical interaction.
Status: On Hold
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PROJECT: GOGOL
Location: ZVEZDA-R, Molniya-4 orbit.
Chief Researcher: CLASSIFIED
Objective: Mapping of ionospheric metaphysical conduits, triggering and observation of a Lad'Nel quantum 4-dimensional depth-shunt.
Status: Satellite construction phase 1C, complete
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PROJECT: MEDVEVKA-AREL
Location: CLASSIFIED
Chief Researcher: CLASSIFIED
Objective: Weaponization of Scalar Neuroenergetics.
Status: FAILED
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PROJECT: GOLIAT-II
Location: CLASSIFIED
Chief Researcher: CLASSIFIED
Objective: Study into subliminal planetwide propagation of metaphysical/neuroelectric interaction phase-shift.
Status: Pending approval
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PROJECT: Chronophasia
Location: REM-D Incoherent Scalar Emitter
Chief Researcher: P. Bereznyak
Objective: Research into alternate metaphysical energy sources for PROJECT SOFIA
Status: Catastrophic failure
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SUMERKY-E/YW/UM14/Chronophasia> Open/Last_Entry
: Opening
The Luciellans may say what they say, but in the end Light, in absence of eyes, illuminates nothing. Objects, colors are form are not inherent to the universe, they are created ex nihilio by the act of seeing. Even as the universe and its events do exist disconnected of their arbitrary interpretations, their fundamental meaning, their archaeus, is given to them by the mind. We are thus in fact the architects of the universe.
Thus our job -and by extention, science itself- has never been one of understanding, it's been interpretation. There are doubters who argue that the recent influence of the 'metaphysical arts' into many branches of our organization heeds as the harbinger of a new dark age of obscurantism. Their argument is merely supported by how little do we know about the very methods we employ in our renewed research, they say that no knowledge can come out of anything that is in itself understood and that our organization and humanity as a whole are suffering the biggest step back since the fall of the Old Empire. Though such a conclusion requires one important premise: that we have been understanding what we've been studying before, which in turn depends on another premise: that the universe is finite, a limited ammount of information spread out over the objects contained within. With such a mindset it is easy to defend the purely scientific explanation of reality or arguing that technology can only advance so far until it hits a roof where every possible machine and technological advancement has been built; as the Mu does.
That was the ideology of our organization as well until the recent set of events at the Glubina Ionosphering Heating Facility have shown me the light of a higher (if not total, for nothing is total) truth. The universe is indeed infinite, and the very foundations of our organization must change as a result.
Half of infinity is still infinity. Likewise for a fourth of infinity, or a millionth. In an infinite universe every fraction contained within it hides infinity in itself, lest we encounter the mathematical paradox of an infinity created out of a finite set. Thus every object, however small, hides within itself as much endlessness as the Gods themselves. Lest we dedicate an infinite ammount of time to studying a single zeroth of the universe, we will never achieve our goals. We must advance with what we have or we will find ourselves confronted with an universe beyond the understanding of science, spirituality, magic and mathematics.
Our purpose has now been revealed as the mere simplification of the infinite, the guilty imposing of a meaning upon the heavenly infinite. I bid my people follow, and like all good equations, they follow; for full endowment of purpose, they do submit - in turn, they resign me to a role that is infinite: Inhuman, impossible, and unaccountable. But I can no longer stand the sleepless nights... I think I am learning to love the Demiurge.
Bereznyak
SUMERKY-E/YW/UM14/Chronophasia> Open/Last_Entry
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The Luciellans may say what they say, but in the end Light, in absence of eyes, illuminates nothing. Objects, colors are form are not inherent to the universe, they are created ex nihilio by the act of seeing. Even as the universe and its events do exist disconnected of their arbitrary interpretations, their fundamental meaning, their archaeus, is given to them by the mind. We are thus in fact the architects of the universe.
Thus our job -and by extention, science itself- has never been one of understanding, it's been interpretation. There are doubters who argue that the recent influence of the 'metaphysical arts' into many branches of our organization heeds as the harbinger of a new dark age of obscurantism. Their argument is merely supported by how little do we know about the very methods we employ in our renewed research, they say that no knowledge can come out of anything that is in itself understood and that our organization and humanity as a whole are suffering the biggest step back since the fall of the Old Empire. Though such a conclusion requires one important premise: that we have been understanding what we've been studying before, which in turn depends on another premise: that the universe is finite, a limited ammount of information spread out over the objects contained within. With such a mindset it is easy to defend the purely scientific explanation of reality or arguing that technology can only advance so far until it hits a roof where every possible machine and technological advancement has been built; as the Mu does.
That was the ideology of our organization as well until the recent set of events at the Glubina Ionosphering Heating Facility have shown me the light of a higher (if not total, for nothing is total) truth. The universe is indeed infinite, and the very foundations of our organization must change as a result.
Half of infinity is still infinity. Likewise for a fourth of infinity, or a millionth. In an infinite universe every fraction contained within it hides infinity in itself, lest we encounter the mathematical paradox of an infinity created out of a finite set. Thus every object, however small, hides within itself as much endlessness as the Gods themselves. Lest we dedicate an infinite ammount of time to studying a single zeroth of the universe, we will never achieve our goals. We must advance with what we have or we will find ourselves confronted with an universe beyond the understanding of science, spirituality, magic and mathematics.
Our purpose has now been revealed as the mere simplification of the infinite, the guilty imposing of a meaning upon the heavenly infinite. I bid my people follow, and like all good equations, they follow; for full endowment of purpose, they do submit - in turn, they resign me to a role that is infinite: Inhuman, impossible, and unaccountable. But I can no longer stand the sleepless nights... I think I am learning to love the Demiurge.
Bereznyak
REM-D Ionospheric Heating Facility
Glubina Oblast
Birkaine
Whatever had happened in the supposed 'Ionosphere Heating Facility' had left it largely unusable, riddled with bullet holes, equipment crushed and on fire. The marks of heavy vehicles crisscrossed the more open yards of the installation and led to the run-over gates where various security guards had been shot to death. The bodies only piled up more and more the deeper the search teams got into the installations. The smell of gunpowder and the many casings on the floor betrayed the lack of any supernatural component to the latest catastrophe to hit the Ministry of Science; it was obviously the result of man's irrevocable violence. The core of the installation, the vast array of vertical antennae that were now mostly damaged or completely collapsed, was completely covered in blood and bloated, nameless bodies of the Ministry of Science's paramilitary defenders and, strangely enough, the Air Force. Sophistication and tactics had been thrown out the window; the fight had been something animalistic as the shredded remains of men and women could attest. The whole staff of the installation had been killed, as well as what appeared to be most of the attackers. Only ruins remained, scoured by recovery teams and forensic investigators.
Standing in the middle of all the white HAZMAT suits that were photographing the gruesome scene and, once done, scrubbing off the remains, a man remained motionless, observing the scene with a calculating yet abyssaly empty gaze. The color in his skin and the warmth of his breath had never come back to him ever since the incident that had started it all, the grand effort, the Magnum Opus. Defining him as a dead man walking would have been wrong, he was still very much alive, or at least he was in the traditional biologicist sense. Those operating in the mystical arts would find him more than dead, they would find him to be a bone-chilling, walking vortex of nothingness. He was no more human than the armored car he had arrived in, no more human than his ravenesque black suit. He was, by all means, a biological robot, a standalone mortal coil that had lost its metaphysical essence. He was the epicenter, the Alpha and the Omega of Birkaine's foray into the unknown and its guiding hand, he was Dr. Ruslan Anatolevsky Oktyabrsky, and he was not pleased.
"So they did achieve their goals..." The man said, bitterly looking down at the dead bodies. "They had the key to our evolution at their fingertips, and they fell for a bunch of thugs..."
"Yes, sir, it appears so." One of the men to his side replied, completely sealed in a white rubber HAZMAT suit wrapped in blue tape around some spots, with a black gasmask protruding from his face. The same description applied equally for all the Ministry of Science personnel around him, in a scene that reeked of inhumanity, that made it seem that it took place in a completely different universe than one where there could be such things as emotional warmth or hope.
"No one was supposed to know of this." Oktyabrsky said in a stone-cold voice. "No one, but Bereznyak and a handful of others... Dr. Bereznyak must have been the one who brought the militias here... whatever he saw after the night before the incident, it must have gotten the better of him. Could have he found it, after all?"
"Dr. Oktyabrsky." One of the soldiers in HAZMAT suits interrupted Oktyabrsky's mumbling monologue as he ran up to him. "We found a survivor."
The soldier led Oktyabrsky through the ruined buildings that were now dotted with decontamination crews, military forensics, cleanup teams and a heavily armed security detail. He had seen that scene many times before. The military standing guard atop of the broken remains of science's forays into the unknown. Every error eroded the confidence in the Ministry of Science and Oktyabrsky himself, but he knew that in the long term that confidence would be unneeded. He knew that there would be no long term. Either for the nation that funneled a seemingly endless supply of capital to his research or to him. The point of no return had long been crossed, thousands of men, women and children dead. A city in ruins. The visions passed by his mind quickly, eliciting no emotion, merely analysis, until he remembered her. She Who Knows, calling his name. Propast.
He was snapped out of his sensorial spiral by the bruised and bloodied face of the scientist in front of him wearing a hospital gown after the cleanup crews had stripped her off her clothes to burn them. She had a coffee in her hands, shrouding her in steam admist the freezing air of the REM-D parking lot where the many vans and tents of the decon crews had been set up. She was slowly rubbing the tips of her fingers against the cup of coffee that she did not seem intending on drinking anytime soon. She seemed mesmerized, if anything, staring in utter disconfort at the bubbles gliding on the surface of her coffee like she was staring at a pile of corpses. Whatever her eyes touched only brought her disgust. The screeching, jagged surface of the porcelain that hid aberration under a pretense of white smoothness; her wrinkled and corrupt fingertips punctuated by the opaque and crusty surfaces of her nails; her hands, irrevocably bloated and deformed by the pulsating masses of her veins. Everything seemed now swarmed in a speckly shroud of disease. The man in front of her, dressed in his geometrical black suit, with the pasty white skin and a complete lack of hair appeared no less amorphous or morbid to her than anything else she had already laid eyes on.
"If I had to guess I would say you are Doctor Oktyabrsky." She said, not looking up to him from her hunched position flanked by two IVs of serum.
"And you know why I'm here for."
"I have nothing to tell you."
"You've seen it."
"It..."
"That which is." Oktyabrsky was unfazed by the words he spoke, unlike the former scientist, who brought her knees up and curled up in a fetal position.
"And now I will not be able to look at anything else, for I know I and everything belong to It." She said with a trembling voice. "I will not be able to come back to my friends, my life, my own sons after gazing upon It. I don't want to."
"I can arrange a termination." He said, checking his watch while he decided at what time should the woman die as if he was deciding on which groceries to buy. "But you will tell me what you saw and how it ceased to be in posession of this installation first."
"I am, now?"
"For you see, the world of the divine is a dangerous one." Oktyabrsky added while searching through his coat. After a couple seconds he took out a satellite phone with a prominent antenna and dialed a number he had been handed down by a brief investigation on a particular Estainian. "Not that it's ever stopped us, but every now and then even progress itself needs a crutch."