ASCENSION
An artificial world without end must begin again.
Thrayshl was an artificial world, a shell constructed around a manufactured
star. Its inner surface was the size of nearly 400 million Earths and it was to
be the ark which carried its builders from this dying universe into the next.
But something went wrong… and the builders disappeared, leaving only their
ancient machines to run the world, a world inhabited only by the myriad of
collected and created animals, flora, and insects, creations which long ago
escaped their containment areas and are now rapidly repopulating the inner
surface of Thrayshl, turning it into a garden ruled only by the laws of nature.
Now, as the universe begins to close, one type of animal struggles for
supremacy, for knowledge, and for dominion over all else. A slave race of
humanoids, created and bred for labor under harsh conditions, a slave race who
now struggles to understand their strange world, and to achieve ascension over
all other forms of life.
Can this race of humanoids learn of their destiny, discover their future, and
take the builders’ place as the rightful rulers of Thrayshl and use the powerful
tools that have been left behind to escape the closure of the Universe?
Perhaps.
ASCENSION
The Sodohanhi were an ancient race, born in the time when the Universe was still
young. A race so highly advanced that long ago they had conquered the elemental
basics of travel between the distant stars. In the generations that followed,
they spread out from their tiny home system and rapidly filled the stellar area
around them, seeding their race on a myriad of worlds and taming the stars. The
technology of the Sodohanhi knew no bounds. Worlds they found that were not to
their liking, they remade in their own image, changing the very environment,
sculpting the land, air, sea, and mountains into works of staggering beauty and
grand design until each world was a paradise for their race.
So prolific and adaptable was this race of enigmatic beings that several
millennia beyond their initial steps into space, the Sodohanhi had already
started to colonize other galaxies. So ambitious and far reaching was the very
nature of their racial drive to conquer and succeed that the Sodohanhi saw a
myriad other sentient races rise from the stellar nothingness, make their
insignificant mark on galactic history, and then fall back into extinction.
These lesser races would become nothing more than archived entries in the
artificially sentient historical texts, carefully preserved racial memories,
images and DNA stored in the vast vaults for study and reflection by later
generations.
During the time of Ahm Ghy Mhal, the science and technology of the Sodohanhi
advanced to the point where their genetic racial template could be stabilized,
effectively secured in its then current form against random change. The last
billion years of the Sodohanhi reign saw that highly conservative restrictions
were placed upon any natural evolution or random mutation that might be
experienced as a byproduct of the race’s further development and expansion. The
racial genome-template had been accepted as sacred in their religious views long
millennia ago and now the enforcement of that template became paramount to the
longevity of the race. Their religion and their science were based on their deep
intrinsic desire to keep their species pure and unchanging and to seek
immortality, whereby they could control the very nature of the cosmos. Genetic
mutation and physical defects were eradicated from the racial template. The
genetic blueprint of the species became the focal point of their beliefs and
their worship. Abandoning all gods save those they created in their own image,
the Sodohanhi truly approached omnipotence.
Modeling their bodies, minds, and souls on artificially manipulated perfection
and a quest for universal dominion, their science became their religion,
technology their scripture, both intricately woven into a fervent racial
devotion bordering on fanaticism and the dark desire to be greater than any
other species. The Sodohanhi remade themselves racially as gods ... self-created
individual deities, perfectly formed in the image of their own incarnate and
learned conception of omnipotence.
For over a thousand generations, the individual life span for the Sodohanhi had
been measured in hundreds of years. With the joining of their science and
technology into a religion, the life span of the individual Sodohanhi went from
hundreds of years to thousands of years, then to tens of thousands years. Their
bodies and minds adjusted to the greater longevity, growing in power and
maturity. The collective racial sight of the Sodohanhi moved to long range
plans, goals measured in centuries instead of months, grand scale engineering.
Their advanced science and technology went far in presenting a myriad of
miraculous medical technologies and practices, eradicating all disease,
discomfort, and disability. The Sodohanhi mapped their genome, made improvements
to their species gradually under carefully planned integration of genetic
reinforcement practices along generation lines, and unraveled the complex
mysteries of all living things around them. Nothing eluded their scientific and
religious curiosity that went far to blend the two areas of study into one
conformal practice.
In the time of Fhramahyl, under the guidance of Syrn Jhvahk and the Mhym Vys,
there came the advent of artificial immortality, the ultimate gift of their
pious devotion. By manipulating the already sacred genome template slightly on
the fifth Jhavyl of the third Thramen, it was found that any effect of aging in
the species was eliminated completely. This incredible breakthrough in genetics
was administered as a gift, freely given to each individual member of the race
at their conception, a gift that could not easily be taken away.
Artificial immortality alone was responsible for the radical reshaping of the
entire racial thought process. The Sodohanhi moved from thinking and acting on a
short-term, self-centered basis into the truly godlike philosophy of the
Universe as a whole, specifically with regard to the structure and composition
as such related to their race. Such a paradigm shift was to be expected from a
species that no longer had to fear time or disease or deformity or sickness and
could control all the forces of nature through their manipulation of physics and
even, to a large degree, various forms of reality.
It was during the time of DyMhahk that the Sodohanhi first learned of the one
event in the life of the Universe which even they might not be able to shape,
affect or redirect. At the epoch of their advancement as a race, automated
long-range scouts intent on mapping the tenuous edge of the Universe made a
startling discovery. Irrefutable evidence validated the fact that the long ago
prophesized Closure had already begun, possibly several millenniums ago.
The Closure.
At a handbreadth from the End of Time, the Sodohanhi watched as the Universe
began to grow dim and slowly die around them. The Universe was collapsing … its
long expansion had slowed, stopped, and at some time in the last five
millenniums,
the Universe had started to collapse, falling in upon itself in a complete
reversal of the once spectacular creation process. The long speculated and now
proven effect was gaining momentum as it fell inwards upon itself in an
accelerated act of final death. Soon, the Last Great Darkness, as foretold in
the Sodohanhi religious texts, would cast its cold shroud over everything
leaving a complete emptiness not seen since before the birth of the Universe, a
perfect vacuum where nothing would or could exist. All matter would rush back,
finally collapsing to an infinite mass and weight in an impossibly small amount
of volume, bringing complete nonexistence to everything beyond the radius of the
surface of the mass. Everything would cease to exist in the greatest act of
unstoppable natural chaos imaginable. Fear coursed through a race that had not
known fear for many long eons, their fate awaited them, but could the Sodohanhi,
wise and powerful as they were, escape even this event? The unfolding
catastrophe was watched with cold, pale calculating sentience as it drew ever
closer, devouring the edges of the Universe, and anything not fast enough to
escape its horizon of effect.
The last fundamental order of nature moved with a violent, tempest-like fury as
supreme entropy asserted its undeniable effects on all elements in the onrushing
collapse. Impotent before its unstoppable might, even the greatest works of the
Sodohanhi could not stand intact.
The impending Closure was watched closely by the Sodohanhi who carefully
determined the remaining time left to their race. Plans were made, designs drawn
up and implemented. The long-range scouts who had first detected the effect now
raced ahead of the collapsing edge, constantly monitoring the progress of the
Closure as it happened and relaying that critical information back to the
Sodohanhi core galaxies. There, amid the millions of terraformed paradise worlds
circling long ago tamed stars, the collective wisdom of an entire race began to
prepare for their continued survival as a species.
First would come the impending destruction of this Universe and all matter
within as it spiraled down back into nothing, followed by an instant of
nothingness after which the glorious birth of a new Universe would begin, the
waves of creation expanding outwards in all directions once more. There was a
split second, when the old Universe died but before the new Universe was born,
when the Sodohanhi might cheat all natural laws and escape the Closure. If the
Sodohanhi could survive that instant in time, they could also be reborn into the
next Universe, unchanged from their form in the old Universe.
It was long ago prophesied that any race that managed to escape the Closure of
this Universe and survive into the birth of the next Universe would become
greater than any of the gods of legend in the time to come that was beyond now.
At long last, the Sodohanhi were faced with a challenge to their evolution and
development, one that they could not ignore, and one which promised them power
beyond imagination and racial dominance beyond scope. The Sodohanhi had,
collectively as a race, become as perfect as they could imagine. However, if
they were to allow themselves to follow this wondrous rebirth, this glorious
chance to renew, then they would become greater than even they could imagine.
The Sodohanhi were determined to make that transition from perfection to
something beyond perfection, something beyond even their greatest dreams. Their
racial domination as a species in the time thereafter at the dawn of the new
Creation would allow them to shape all that was to come in the new Universe from
the very beginning. They could mold the next Universe in their own image, to be
used and played with as they desired, sculpted as they saw fit, made in a
likeness unto their selves.
The primal survival instinct, long an intrinsic part of the very genome of the
primitive humanoid species from which the Sodohanhi had so long ago evolved, was
a trait that had allowed the Sodohanhi such a large amount of divergence and
success during its long expansion throughout the Universe. Now, as the Closure
drew near, the Sodohanhi called upon their beliefs and their religious science
to save them. They prayed and worshipped their religious technology with fervor,
as a race, all in order to find a way to survive the coming time of chaos. Time,
measured as such by a race that wielded power on a god-like level, was running
out, slowly but surely, and they saw their extinction, an extinction that they
sought to avoid.
The discussion on how to escape the Closure went on for millennia as the
Sodohanhi studied their data and all of their scientific and religious
techniques, seeking answers, searching for the path to salvation. Their
technology and science gave them only one small opportunity to avoid their fate,
and it would require a monumental engineering project the scale of which could
only barely be adequately described in scope and nature. For a race as advanced
and as old as the Sodohanhi, the means to escape their collective fate was just
barely within their technological grasp to undertake.
Data from the returning scout ships racing ahead of the Closure indicated that
the speed of the effect itself depended directly on the amount of matter in the
Universe at any given instant. The massive black holes that were forming were
acting as drains, speeding the natural process by acting to remove matter from
this Universe. In order to counter this loss of matter from the Universe, the
Sodohanhi began to construct a series of gigantic rings that would house
artificially created, reverse charged, positive singularities at their very
center. These massive rings, once in place and fully operational, would bring
into existence specially created white holes, each of which would stream new
proto-matter into the Universe. The rings were placed so as to be able to be
maneuvered ahead of the effect horizon of the Closure.
These positive singularity constructs were called Yihnarh, named after the
mythical fountain of racial lore that could drastically slow the natural aging
for all those who tasted of its milky white, nectar-like flow. The rapid but
carefully controlled and maintained influx of new proto-matter into the Universe
via these positive singularities would work to offset the vast amount of matter
that was leaving the Universe through the naturally forming black holes. The
influx of new proto-matter could be adjusted as required to match the demands of
the instant. Even with the Yihnarh in place, the overall effect was that the
speed of the impending Closure could be slowed. Initial reports from the long
range scouts proved that the Yihnarh were working. The speed of the Closure
slowed dramatically. The Sodohanhi had not stopped the Closure, only delayed the
inevitable, but it was enough of a delay to insure the survival of the species.
Using all the knowledge, technology, and science that over two hundred thousand
millennia could encompass, the race of Sodohanhi adopted a bold plan and began
to construct its greatest engineering feat…
The Tyukmha.
The Tyukmha were a series of over a million enormous artificially constructed
shells, each a tenth as thick as the original home world’s mantle, and all
constructed of a material known as Yyithyna, an alloy whose inherent strength
was as great as the basic elemental force that bound the atomic bonds. The shell
was constructed to provide an armored, buffered surface for a portion of the
race and to house an artificially created star, perfectly sized and tamed to the
exact needs of the Tyukmha.
The last of the Tyukmha to be constructed resided near the center of the
Universe. It would be the final base which the long range scouts would return to
before the Closure. Those who built this Tyukmha named it Thrayshl.
Thrayshl.
The name itself drew from the dark ages of Temyha and had a myriad of meanings;
fortress, sanctuary, sepulcher, shield, hold, brace, womb, … tomb. One
translation remained the same through all the meanings; resting place and final
home.
Thrayshl would be bound to Nthlia, a medium sized yellow star perfectly
constructed and tuned to the needs of those who would call Thrayshl home. Nthlia
was to be a life giving, life sustaining free floating, self fueling nuclear
pulse reaction that would be crafted by hand and ignited with the spark of
science and technology. It’s birth would be blessed by a dark religion that long
ago had done away with weak gods and notions of anything existing that was more
omnipotent than its own practitioners. Nthlia would be the power source for
Thrayshl, which would draw all of its energy requirements from solar shunts,
thermal collectors, ambient light reactors, and a host of other feed-through,
store-all devices. The star would shine against the entire inner surface of the
shell, where the race of Sodohanhi would find refuge against the coming chaos.
Thrayshl was to be the last home of the last segment of an ancient race who had
survived to the very end of time, but it was to be far more than a home. It was
to be their salvation and their protection. An ark, unlike any ark built before,
large enough to carry the last of the race, beyond this Universe, through the
Closure, and into the next Universe as it sprang forth from the chaos and death
of the old Universe.
Thrayshl took the singular combined and coordinated effort of the last remaining
members of the Sodohanhi race to construct. It required knowledge, technology,
religion, devotion, and science that blurred the already thin line between
insanity and god-like stature. The unimaginable amount of raw materials required
for the construction of Thrayshl were taken from the closest seven neighboring
star systems, including the outer planets of the host system itself.
Foylt, Amstylyr, Jherya, Hylynth, Syol, GiJhyr, and FhyGhiJah were all
systematically disassembled by the Sodohanhi and their legions of mass created
mechanical labor. The component elements and materials of each piece of matter
carefully cataloged, broken down by atomic weight and number, processed, and
stored efficiently in vast pocket Universes, pre-made artificial storage
chambers that existed outside the realm of reality and physics.
The primary stars of each system were carefully extinguished in a controlled
manner, their nuclear reactions stilled and their hearts allowed to grow cold to
the touch. Their exotic natural fuels were then siphoned off, funneled into
artificial pocket realities and sealed off again for later usage. These pocket
realities would provide the necessary fuel reserves for Nthlia, several life
times of fuel.
The contents of the asteroid fields were collected and processed, the volatile
atmospheres of the gas giants were drained away until all that remained were
their rocky cores, and even these were in turn disassembled and processed. Every
bit of physical matter down to the last free floating atom was removed from the
seven neighboring star systems and used in the construction of Thrayshl.
The intricate engineering and construction arrays and scaffolding were assembled
to form the structure of the shell that would be the frame of Thrayshl, existing
in this dimension, and in other dimensions as well. Soon, the final home of the
race of Sodohanhi began to take its basic shape, its vast skeleton floating like
a delicate gleaming wire mesh among the black of space. The first generation of
Rhamhayl started construction of Thrayshl and the sixty-fifth generation of
Thastukyl saw its ultimate completion.
Nthlia, the artificial star at the center of Thrayshl, took four generations
itself to carefully fuel to a sufficient mass and density to meet the power and
life requirements for those of the race who would finally call the great
artifact ‘home’. With a brilliant flare, Nthlia was brought to life in the
soundless vacuum of space by the eighteenth generation of Fhrys. A yellow star,
wholly and artificially constructed to exact specifications, Nthlia began to
warm the inner surface of Thrayshl and supply the power required to finish the
inner surface. Nthlia would draw upon its own dedicated reserves of fuel,
reserves that were originally siphoned from its long cold, natural sister stars,
reserves now stored in dedicated pocket realities and carefully injected into
the heart of the artificial star via a series of dedicated mono manipulative reality
shunts. Nthlia could last for the life of ten stars of its size and temperature,
longer with the addition of more fuel. Plans were already in place to siphon at
least five more local stars of their fuel, to act as reserves and emergency
power taps when the output of the star might have to be increased to meet
unforeseen demands. Such was the control of Nthlia that its output could be
adjusted, dimmed or brightened, the temperature increased or cooled, through the
machines of its creators.
Thrayshl and Nthlia were built to endure not only the long, uncertain eons
ahead, but also the Closure of the Universe, the End of All Time, the Fall of
Everything and the rebirth of the next Universe. A complex set of shutters and
solar shields, ranging in transparency from opaque to clear, were set into orbit
around Nthlia, moved in and out of interstitial space, alternating the reflected
energy of the sun, collecting it on the near side, and giving darkness and shade
to the far side. This array, ingenious in nature, complex in operation, self
reliant, self repairing, was required to reproduce the effects of night and day
within the inner surface of Thrayshl. While some areas were covered in darkness,
others were being slowly lit. The speed of the transition was limited only by
the transparency of the shutter material, itself designed to slowly phase in
from darkness to full light. The shutters were as efficient as they were
impressive, with the inner surface of the shutter acting as a thermal sink,
absorbing the energy of the star and re-radiating it to attendant devices which
stored the power. No amount of energy was wasted, for all was precious.
The shell of Thrayshl was armored and buffered, protected by powerful screen
generators and an arsenal of embedded and mounted weapon systems. Approaching
Thrayshl from space was a task that was impossible to any who wished to intrude.
Thrayshl was protected again by three concentric orbiting shells of ‘scales’,
each scale was itself a massive fortress, flattened, which served as both a
staging area for repelling attacks as well as a buffer to absorb damage.
Approaching Thrayshl from space, a vessel would have to weave its way past three
layers of the floating fortresses, each layer of which gave the inner shell the
appearance of writhing on the surface. Hostile elements would be attacked on
approach, during fly through, and from behind by the array of defensive
countermeasures. Each fortress scale was an independent installation, under the
joint control of decision centers within the inner shell itself. Each fortress
scale was independently maneuverable, yet followed a carefully programmed orbit
around the inner shell. In extreme cases, the fortress scales were designed to
maneuver close to the surface of the shell, dock, and overlap, forming another
three layers of attached buffer from attack or damage.
The outer surface of the inner shell was itself armored and buffered from
damage. Thick energy screens and force fields, projected in unison with the
floating scale fortresses, overlapped into an impenetrable and impregnable layer
of quasistential defense. High energy weapons systems were carefully arranged on
the surface to provide maximum coverage.
Careful adjustment of the primary shell in orbit around the star was handled by
a vast network of reaction control units, which worked, when required, to
maintain the shell at the optimum distance from the star. The surface of
Thrayshl also housed the massive variable extension domes that were the static
mounts of the interstitial field generators which would allow the massive
construct to fulfill its mission.
Massive docking bays embedded in the surface of the outer hull allowed the
starships of the Sodohanhi to find safe refuge behind gigantic armored space
doors and layered energy fields. A vast network of carefully controlled space
locks, massive matter teleportation grids, and heavily armed security stations
could rapidly move whole starships and entire fleets from the outer surface to
the inner surface in a very short time. Large numbers of vessels were thus kept
stored in isolated locks and service bays, the only way that they could exit or
enter the sphere was through select paths of matter teleportation emitters. The
outer hull also contained not only starship and spacecraft docking and repair
facilities, but also supply and restocking installations, dedicated living
quarters for the crews, as well as elaborate and extensive starship construction
facilities. Almost everything was automated, with labor being performed by an
endless collection of mechanical labor units which ranged in size from
microscopic to gigantic.
The machinery of Thrayshl ran continuously, never stopping, constantly adjusting
to the needs of those who designed it.
The technology of the Sodohanhi made the inside surface of Thrayshl a veritable
paradise where every element of the ecosystem was governed by science and
regulated by self adjusting, self repairing and self reliant technology of a
scale that seemed almost magical.
As the primary shell did not rotate, the only force of gravity was exerted by
the yellow star itself, causing all materials to fall towards the star. This
effect was solved by the integration of artificial gravity generators within the
surface of the shell itself, capable of generating a standard gravity field
which was comfortable to the members of the race, and which negated the pull of
the far away star. Magnetic field generators projected a protective envelope at
a predetermined height to keep the solar wind and harsh radiation from filtering
down into the inhabited areas. Any excess temperatures were handled by active
cooling systems which used the thermal energy either to recharge batteries and
capacitors or to power other systems.
The seamless integration of nature and science was evident to all as far as the
eye could see, along the curve of the artificial world, past the clouds, the
crystal clear seas, and the carefully sculpted mountains and terrain, many of
which carefully hid the equipment necessary to maintain that area in such
perfect beauty.
The race of Sodohanhi grew in number and wisdom, multiplying, aided by genetic
birth accelerators and advanced cloning protocols, soon they covered the inside
surface of their new home, 2,400,000,000,000,000 members of the race, building
their structures as they went, sculpting, designing, mastering. Blood lines were
reinforced, strong social units formed, merged, and reformed. The
socio-political elements of the race adjusted finally into their last seats of
power. Faster than light communication systems kept all members of the race
informed via full sensory stimulation, and instantaneous matter teleportation
systems allowed any individual or piece of material to be transported to any
part of the inner surface of Thrayshl in short order when required. Distance
between points in the sphere depended on mode of transport and urgency.
Slipcasters were set into place, linked tunnels through interstitial space that
connected one doorway to another, regardless of distance.
Great silent vessels moved through the air, up and down the curvature of the
shell, both controlled and remote controlled as well as fully automated.
Leisurely trans-hypersonic flit-tubes connected far away structures in local
regions, adjacent locations, important political and social blocks, and even ran
from high overhead to far underground, under the deep oceans and vast seas. The
flit tubes, all sizes from personal to mass transport and heavy cargo, even
allowed access from the inner surface to outermost skin.
Sprawling cities grew within the shell, lining the inner surface in a carefully
planned web of perfectly ordered civilization, their byproducts endlessly
recycled to be used again and again as needed, where needed. Great monolithic
towers of science, towers of industry, towers of education, towers of devotion,
and towers of pleasure rose high into the sky, reaching toward Nthlia, some
vanishing into the clouds above, some to the edge of the atmosphere and even
above, beyond the magnetic field that protected the inhabitants below. High
above, starships and spacecraft could dock on the upper levels of the mightiest
of these towers. Tower after tower, connecting physically with others of similar
height like a vast network until the greatest cities existed at all levels in
all forms, their roots plowing deep into the surface of the shell, and their
branches reaching beyond the blue sky, through the clouds, and even into the
blackness of the bubble of pure space beyond.
Beneath the inner surface the machines that controlled the environment and
supplied the power were built and maintained. Below the inner surface a vast
network of underground service and maintenance tunnels existed, equipment bays,
storage areas, and emergency shelters ready in the event of a disaster. All
along the access ways were kept the automations and artificial servants that
labored to maintain Thrayshl, served in turn by their own dedicated support
equipment and service tiers, ready to respond instantly to any circumstance or
need.
Such was the power of the Sodohanhi that even their greatest and most massive
structures were mobile, self governing, self repairing. Supported on artificial
gravity, some structures could move for economy, others for effect or need, and
still others simply because of boredom. Even small personal structures were
capable of moving from one location to another, interlocking in new areas
vacated by other migrant structures, for the simple reason of aesthetics, for no
other reason than of being somewhere else at will. The inner surface of Thrayshl
was immense, and the nature of the Sodohanhi race was that it was migratory and
proud, such were two elements which were integral parts of their architecture.
The Sodohanhi were masters of all forces of nature, especially electromagnetics
and gravity. Their architecture knew no limits, no boundaries other than the
imagination itself. The inner surface was modeled from collected genetic racial
memories; crystal blue seas, long white beaches, deep scented woods, custom
colored skies, tinted clouds, green rolling hills, tall waving grasslands, all
tended and sculpted by an infinite number of artificial servants and devices.
Thrayshl was more than a home, it was a fortress, a great impregnable shield
repelling countless assaults by the myriad of species who had not had the
forethought to build for the coming End of All Time and the great death of the
Universe. Defeated races were subjugated and used as slave labor until they,
like any other resource, were completely expended. The outer surface housed the
great anti-spacecraft batteries, airlocks for the largest ships to pass from
outer surface to inner surface, docking bays for the starships of the Sodohanhi,
and the various types of field generators which protected their home. Deep
within the shell of Thrayshl stood ready the weapons and armor of the race, the
barracks and bunkers of their soldier caste, the tools of conflict and
destruction, nestled safely in the armored layers of the outer to inner surface
boundary, cushioned from force, isolated from attack, ready to assemble and
equip an army the likes of which the Universe had never witnessed.
The Sodohanhi became as a race like only to a god, weaving the threads that were
the tapestry of the cosmos to its needs and desire. The hands of the race of
Sodohanhi could create or destroy planets, breathe fire to the very stars or
extinguish them forever and siphon their unburned fuel. The race of Sodohanhi
could give life to others or take life away, create life from long extinct
species, or create new species entirely from samples of genetic material. They
could turn a barren rock into a paradise, or a paradise into a barren rock.
There were no limits to what the race of Sodohanhi could do, a race who long ago
mastered how to recycle everything and shape the very folds of space and time to
their desires. A race who long ago learned how to master completely the
complexity of matter and antimatter, and to bend the Universe around them to
meet their every whim.
But the Universe was dying, the End of All Time was fast approaching, and not
even the great works of Sodohanhi could delay or stop that event. But the race
of Sodohanhi would survive the Closure of this Universe and the birth of the
next Universe. Thrayshl was the artifact that would insure that.
Many alien species teetered on the brink of extinction while others had already
become extinct, all having exhausted their science and resources in various ways
to hold off the inevitable Closure. They failed. Only the race of Sodohanhi was
resourceful and ingenious enough to build a final home that could protect it and
all of its work. What an ingenious home Sodohanhi had built!
Thrayshl!
At the last seconds of the Universe, as the Final Darkness was closing in, the
Sodohanhi and their fortress home would effortlessly slip into a pocket Universe
of its own creation, in order to escape the last dying gasp of the Universe.
Once the Universe had Collapsed and been reborn, Thrayshl would re-emerge from
its self generated pocket Universe, to ride the expansion outwards again and
take its rightful place at the forefront of the birth of a new Universe, a new
time, a new everything. Thrayshl would emerge again in the next, new, young
Universe, a stronghold for a race who survived to the End to Begin again.
But something went wrong…
The interstitial field generators that would project the warp bubble that
allowed Thrayshl to slip effortlessly into its dedicated pocket Universe drew
their power directly from the enslaved star Nthlia and the power drain proved to
be more than the star could provide. The star became unstable, consuming over
half of its first life of fuel, flared, and almost all of the race of Sodohanhi
died on the surface in the radiation bath. Thrayshl was polluted and diseased,
stricken with natural catastrophe of unimaginable proportions. Solar fire swept
the inner surface of Thrayshl, erasing generations of work. The hot winds of the
sun spun half spent fuel around its core, and the star dimmed, bringing a chill
to the interior. Those who did not flee were driven into shelters deep within
the skin of the artifact, fortresses and emergency bunkers that either were
proof against the howling solar winds that swept the surface above or provided
ready made tombs when they were not.
Thrayshl changed forever.
The surface fell to terraforming systems that were out of control. Machinery
failed or became defective. Animals became monsters, vegetation evolved,
mutated, even became deadly. All forms of life were affected in some way.
Thrayshl hung there in space, wounded, self repairing, but there were no hands
on the controls. Those who were its masters were long dead. On the inner surface
of Thrayshl, new races developed. Mutations and genetic adaptations appeared in
response to the vastly changed environmental conditions. Those who had not fled
or could not find shelter devolved, entire bands of Sodohanhi lost technology
and knowledge. Most fell to a tribal level of understanding and survival,
becoming nomadic in nature just to survive, moving around the vast surface of
the interior. The inner surface of Thrayshl became home to many empires and
political powers which fought and expanded and collapsed and died, all the while
the Great Darkness approached outside, drawing closer with each new millennia.
The children of the Builders are scattered among the nearby stars, waiting for
the signal to return home while all that is left of the original Builders lie
deep underground in dark, majestic vaults, guarded by incredible machinery. The
Sodohanhi who managed to survive the catastrophe sleep a dreamless sleep, tucked
away in timeless stasis, under the watchful eye of their unseen spirits,
animated servants, their dark science, and their mystic technology. One day the
Builders will reawaken, the signal will go forth into space, and those who first
called Thrayshl their home will again return to reclaim it.