A science fiction tale. All one madeup fantasy
Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Antichrist. And you will be experiencing me at some unspecified time in the near future. You will not like it at all.
There is, I have been told, 1 other with powers like my own. A woman. I haven’t met her.
There is a Process that has 8 levels of depth. About 5% of human beings are genetically capable of levels 3 and up. A total of two, a woman and myself, have been through level 7. Anything over that and I would become insubstantial in this world and inhabit another. (I would be seen to die). I have glimpsed that world and my mind recoiled in awe. The “entrance fee” is absolute purity of spririt. There is a unbounded vastness
that exists nowhere in space and time.
A level 7’s being is equivalent to a 5th force beyond electro-magetism, gravity and the strong and weak nuclear forces. The 5th force is as a thumb to their four fingers and the palm inplied is the zero-point potential described by quantum physics.
A level 7’s freedom of action is not restrained to a single timeline but a sheaf of timelines.
A level 7 is indistinguishable from a divine being or a demon. Except that holy water and sunlight have no effect on him or her. An undefeatable friend or foe.
We’re here. She’s your friend and I am your foe. I can’t help it.
I am evil.
I am going to tell you what is to come and tell you that unless my adversary is smarter than me, nothing can stop me.
My plan is to frustrate and destroy the Illuminati the very moment that they throw off their masks.
Then I am going to take their place.