Study of the beginnings of Priam, Pri Candidate for the Eighth Thrones.
Report extracted from the moir of Arnold, First of the Var Elegis.
Date: Tenth day of the New Calendar.
Location: Satellite of the Reunion Island.
Arnold watched the city burn beneath him. Millions of fifth-generation Var Elegis were fighting in the canals. There were now two sides. The Empire's, of which Arnold was the champion, and the rebel camp, made up of the dregs.
The Var Elegis should not have been able to rebel. It was impossible. Their code had been secured by the last Programr centuries ago. The cryptographic key used quantum and ethereal technology. The Var Elegis were born and died loyal to the Empire.
"The Concepts want to see blood..." The System was not interested in civilization as formatted as theirs. If loyalty ca from a common desire, shared ideas, pride, and heritage, then the Concepts did not interfere. They respected each individual's freedom of belief. But the Var Elegis were not born with this freedom. So the Concepts gave them the freedom to choose.
Freedom of thought had created a bloodbath. Their new ideals drove their fellow n to kill each other in the hive's channels. Most of the weak no longer supported the Empire. They had no interest in doing so. Freedom of choice was the 'threat' that the Empire now faced.
Fortunately, his people had logical intelligence. Few non-combatants wanted to die needlessly fighting against the soldiers. Arnold had ordered that his fighters be paid a bounty of aether and given genetic enhancents based on their performance in controlling this rebellion. The soldiers now had the liberty to choose to oppress the people in exchange for a reward. The city would be pacified within hours.
Unfortunately, all cities were affected by these ideals of personal freedom, and Arnold did not have enough rewards to buy all the soldiers. He was annoyed. Ten days earlier, he didn't know this emotion, but the Concepts had given him this gift.
The 'threat' the System had spoken of affected all Var Elegis. Arnold had not been spared. Fortunately, he was the symbol of the Empire. As such, he was the first of equals and, therefore, the one in complete control of the Empire. Until that damned Reunion.
Fortunately for him, the threat had caused him little personal harm. Staying loyal to himself had not been a tough choice. The System liked to point out the weak points of each civilization with a threat. Each society faced a different scourge.
"But I wonder if the Empire is still useful to ..." The Champion's gaze turned to the horizon. Monstrous creatures waited out there. The System would reward him if he killed them. He had little to gain by coordinating the assault on a city and an intense desire to compete with the System's trials. Arnold cald himself before asking the question that had saved him so many traps in the last few days. What would the First do?
That was the real question. The First would not be drawn into unnecessary wars. The First always found a way to win...
Suddenly Arnold laughed. If there were to be two Empires, so be it. All he had to do was to be the head of both. He activated several communication channels.
"Connect to all the rebels. All of them."
If you want to fight the Empire, I will help you. But first, you will help ...
Arnold began filming the city. The video feed connected him to billions of Var Elegis. He raised his right arm, aiming at one of his generals fighting below.
"Long live the revolution! [Weaponry: Directed Energy - Gamma Surge]"
The light made the clouds, the traitors, the allies, and part of the city disappear.
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The people must know who is the master.
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