Mitch remembered the blue light appearing just outside, then a tentacle weaving its way under the tent, eventually through the open flap and finding him in his sleeping bag. He described the tentacles reaching into the bags of the other two as well. He remembered screaming, prolonged over twenty or so minutes and observed each of his companions writhe in pain as small, apparently organic, objects were inserted through their nasal cavities. “How can we help you stop screaming?” they seemed to ask him. They explained that this type of interaction was necessary in order to “reset” the human mind and essentially force the human soul outside of the body. They explained that the purpose of the blue light was to cause extreme fear and panic that rapidly facilitates a dissociative or out of body experience. It was necessary, they said, for the symbiot, as well as the human host, to survive the initial insertion. Mitch had interrupted their procedure with him and they were offering an explanation. The other two were not able to stop it. Mitch asked about intention.
“Why are you doing this?”
“We do this to prepare you for what is about to come, to protect the information from complete destruction. You are not exclusive, you are only a few of many designed to carry the message through the events that will shortly come. You will become aware of the information as you evolve, as your genetic makeup is altered by the symbiot we have placed within you. You are agents of chaos. Agents of change.”
“Who or what are you?”
“We are ancient and many, We are Rich, Mitch and Lauren. We assume the title of that which we inhabit for the period of time we interact with it. We are creators of space, dissemblers of organization and makers of dust. We are the completion of that which creates in the great cycle. That is our function. That is our mission. You are agents of this cause by virtue of your compatibility to us in a symbiotic sense. You were drawn to this spot as marbles are drawn together in a low place. Your will is not your own, but determined by a collective consciousness. You are vehicles for our purpose. You are charged with bringing more vehicles to this place for a similar purpose, to be used as we deem fit for our own objectives.”
Rich was shown the planet, gleaming in the blackness of space, intersected at millions of points by two dimensional disks containing three dimensional realities. He observed the inhabitants emerge and begin to dissolve the Earth on a molecular level. The entities were varied and odd in appearance, each assigned an ordered task that was carried out with extreme precision. A voice echoed in his mind.
“You are assigned the task of meme destruction, of introducing a paradigm that will facilitate the disillusion of the current construct in the realm of ideas. You are chaos incarnate. You are makers of dust, as are we.” The voice grew silent and faded.
