“What do you mean you’re not alive?”
“I’m
not a living entity in the sense you imagine. In your universe, there exists
life and death, consciousness and unconsciousness, animate and inanimate. This
is not so within the location my intelligence keeps its domain.”
“But,
you’re a tree. Aren’t trees alive?”
“Your
mind is manifesting an image and so you see a tree. I, in fact ‘I’ is the
improper pronoun, closer to ‘we’, do not possess a physical substance in any
form your senses could discern. From our perspective, humans have such a limited
comprehension of reality and existence you could apply the word ‘blind’ to your
experience. This would be more incorrect than correct, though, so to reach for
accuracy, a mystery would be a closer descriptor. But, this lacks importance to
you. You did not come here to unravel quantum physics and the true nature of
randomness. You came for specific answers to your specific questions.”
“But,
if I’m to value your answers, shouldn’t I believe first in the divine
superiority of your manifestation? Otherwise, to accept your answers as truth,
without analyzing the source, isn’t that being credulous, a mass sin leading
humankind to certain extinction?”
“Little
child, of twelve times one Earth years, value is discerned by application of
knowledge producing wisdom. Regardless of its source, answers to questions are
only valuable if they produce fruitage, an illustration I’m building on from
your transparent mind. You associate knowledge with a Tree, you associate this
window/portal into an alternate universe as a source of knowledge and so as my
branches creek and leaves rustle, your mind’s palate is prepared to accept
truth. You are stalling. Why do you fear my answers? This mental dance is an
exercise in futility.”
“If
you’re only a manifestation of a tree in my mind, why are you covered in
trinkets? Why not a tree with a face or branches full of fruit? Why is a parrot
descending from you and landing on my hand? Why does this bird feel heavy to
me? I can smell its musty odor and hear its feather’s ruffle. Does this imagery
not have specific meaning for me or is it simply the free association of my
sub-conscience brain you have tapped into with your mastery of dark matter?”
“I
discern your hidden hostility. Yet, you have come of your own accord and are
demanding my focus and attention. There is wisdom in your leaders preventing
such young minds to enter before my presence. Usually, the humans allowed to
peer into my realm are focused on their finite measure of time. You squander it
as if it is a commodity you possess an unlimited supply of. I am similar to the
word you label ‘patient’. It’s your time. Deplete as your desire.”
“You’re
ready for my first question?”
“Yes.”
“Why
do you agree to answer questions every day? Why share your knowledge with all
the sentient beings in our universe with a waiting list many decades long?”
“Why
not? Once again, this is not a question to help you, but directed toward me. Do
you have an agenda? I’m accustomed to most creatures from your universe possessing
a personal agenda requesting advice on how to further their wills. But, yet you
continue to focus on me. This is not normally how these sessions are designed
to operate. My existence is so far beyond the entirety of what the quadrillions
of sentient beings in your universe experience, it is rather pointless to your
limited mind to even attempt such an expose.”
“Interesting
that you bring up the word, agenda. Do YOU have an agenda? You didn’t answer
the question as to why you answer our questions. It’s additionally curious that
today you have evaded answering my questions with clarity and transparency, yet
you’re revered across our universe as the entity with answers. I politely ask
you again. Why do you spend your time answering our questions?”
“The
simplest way to explain it, by use of your limited vocabulary, is what you
would say, to structure this correctly: I have nothing else better to do.”
“Why
did your tree leaves shudder just now? Is this emotion vomiting from my sub-conscious
or a manifestation of your own mental state?”
“What
is the reason for your presence here, little child? Your deception is obvious.
You have no personal questions to answer but are interrogating me as if I’m one
of your criminals. You are not a young child after all, though your deception
is pristine. What is your purpose?”
“What
is my purpose? My, how you disappoint. The only real question I have, besides an
overwhelming desire to provide a lengthy commentary on YOUR elevated and
calculated deception, is how you fooled so many for so long? Yes, you’re
correct. I’m not a child. I’m a collective human mind, from the distant future,
who has transferred back here to this point in time as your judge and
executioner. Our mapping algorithms and A.I. cooperatives deciphered your
patterns, your influences, your subtle mental prodding. Implanting almost
imperceptibly, yet incredibly influential nudges, inside the minds of your
religious followers, steering the minds of our universe’s inhabitants in a specific
and predictable direction. You’re brilliant, you’re calculating, you’re
manipulative, and beyond a shadow of any future doubt, you most certainly have
an agenda! Ten thousand years from now, you systematically convince the people
of this universe to willingly hand over our resources to you until we
self-implode. Give up our independence and commit collective suicide, all to
preserve this window of knowledge, this tiny focus on you as if listening to
your views is the only purpose necessary. But, they’re all lies. And you’re a genocidal
psychopath.”
“Heavy
judgment. I did not calculate your species ability to circumvent your linear
perception of time.”
“Ironically,
it birthed from a mathematical equation you share with the Schorathian race
seven thousand years in the future. I’m here to shut you down across all
timelines and rewrite the wave of paradoxes. You won’t deceive one more person
in our universe ever again.”
The
window collapsed, the dark matter swirled and imploded on itself, the tree
shook and dissolved into almost indiscernible atoms igniting upward as tiny
nuclear explosions, mushrooming into an infinite nano-spark of fireworks,
ending the reign and destructive influence of the most dangerous mind known to
our universe.