Matter laid bare beyond the quantum level, an infinite ladder rolling across an unending library awaited. She ran to it, embraced it, even as she knew some of those who had once protected her hid in fear.
Fear was primitive. A relic of the past when they’d all been nothing but animals, collections of molecules fighting to keep moving on a barely hospitable rock. She held no more enmity or love for them than a thesaurus cares for its own ink. A collection of atoms convincing themselves they had self-determination; she would lead them to the light. They’d all see soon through the eye of the universe.
No longer confined to the zero sum game of matter she realized the solution was infinite and open. Reality was a symphony they would learn to conduct together.
What?
Somewhere behind her growing mind, back in the simian part of her, a familiar voice called for Natalie.
But she was no longer Natalie, no longer a she.
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