The Marconi Paradigm

The Marconi ParadigmOn the event of the birth of a new star The Affinity are anxious with anticipation. They both draw comfort from each other’s compassion and indeed their continual development is fuelled by this. It is at this moment that an overwhelming sense of dread overcomes them both caused by a simple radio transmission galaxies away. Hundreds of years earlier Gugliemo Marconi had shown the world that radio waves could, in fact, cross the Atlantic. This however, had inadvertently caused the bloodiest period in the history of mankind. He would never live to see this carnage as it would not reach is climax until the year 2424. 2424 Earth has seen the rise and fall and rise again of Christianity and the development of the Continuation Islamic council. These two doctrines now command the planet in a never ending struggle for superiority. With the Tellurian Nuclear Eradication Treaty having rid the world of the former methods of mass destruction and all such technology, the ongoing crisis was once again an affair of brutal pain and death. This was what greeted The Affinity when they arrived to find the source of their ‘non-compassion moment.’ The Affinity had not so much created the universe as had given birth to it. Split in two, born of pure compassion, each perfect identical half fuelled by the other. Indeed they had wondered in awe as they observed life rise and fall in numerous worlds yet, it was beyond even their imagination to believe that somehow they had created life with consciousness. Life, which was inflicting grief in proportions that they could not conceive, which was fuelled by an irrational belief in the supernatural. This must stop. This must be the work of The Exile. The Exile. Purest indulgence. Self Self. The Affinity knew of the possibility of such an entity and knew its origin. They had given it many names but its existence and purpose was never clear. Now they would be finding out. In the new Vatican Pope Julias XVI is praying in his private quarters preparing for the daily 'world' mass to his faithful, when he is disturbed by a casually dressed man in his twenties who appears in front of him. The Holy Father almost collapses and hears. “Holiest Father. Hi. My name is Vaughan. May I have a minute of your time?” In Mecca, as has been the case for the last 200 years, the current Islamic Council Prime is reading over his Koran watched by his flock of 3 billion on Tightbeem. As the Tightbeem signal fades away and meditation consumes him, he is distracted by the sudden appearance of a rather striking Asian girl in her twenties. Not dressed in the manner shown in the ‘dictates’ the Council Prime immediately ignores her rather magical appearance and begins to pray for her soul as she has signed her own death warrant by her inappropriate garb. “Prime Cleric, you’re looking well today! Sorry to just appear like this. My name is Maria."

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