Phase Q/Speedway
On the lagoon, a synthcloud hovers over the water. The water asks, “what’re you doing here?”
“I’m gonna go to the far distant realms of the Speedway. Wanna come?”
The synthcloud and the water ride through air, hovering as they move forward. On their way, they pass by many people. Some observe, some join in, some alter the course.
The Speedway goes through a densely popular commercial zone. There, whole clusters of the synthchart gather together. Different points on the H-chart even recognize alternative ontographies. Together, the community refuels the racers on their way through.
Hovering over the Speedway, the synthcloud and the water give off and reabsorb all kinds of emotions. Hope rings through the air.
You step up to a Flowriser entryway, and glance out over the Speedway.
In the midst of all the activity, you quietly slip through the crowds.
A Flowriser onlooker recognizes your face, and quietly slips you a small holonote.
You continue into the entryway, and through the glassy hallways. High-speed newscasts that beam directly into your subconscious mind alter your outlook. A motley pattern of bright colors shade your view.
As you move, the hallways continually reorganize themselves. They optimize your route for your deepest life desires.
A spontaneous game of Hoozion takes you up along the way.
Also, you often slow your pace to make moving love with caring people along the way.
The Speedway itself moves forward, in harmony as the synthcloud and the water progress.
A form of art that incorporates elements of music along with a holistic mental conception of certain abstract topics in mathematics floats through the hallway.
A fat Triad seems to be walking along the crowded entryway. Probably just a Fyuchee in costume.
You make your way up to a waiting starship.
The fat Triad waddles down to the Speedway.
You climb up on board the starship.
The Triaddie takes a step out onto the Way.
You see an unusual cockpit. Different set of controls. Ah well, at least it still recognizes your thoughts.
Zwap!
An autoguard along the tracks disintegrates the Triaddie. Nope, not a costume.
You initiate the launch sequence, then fly through space.
A cleanup crew wipes up the remains of the Triaddie.
You land on a distant planet. It has craters the size of continents, and the whole thing smells like tenglers. Yum.
The last traces of the most powerful Triaddie who ever lived have now become forevermore a part of a Zlingo space warmer.
You switch the starship engine to generator mode, and create a medium size city.
Nobody mourns the gone Triaddie. Nobody knows him.
You essentialize and spread throughout the city.
Somewhere, in a different, older world, somebody wonders what happened to the person to whom he confided a powerful secret code.
Trillions, quadrillions, quintillions of living beings of all shapes and sizes and functions enrich themselves with the warming awareness of having you, their creator, as part of their thought engines.
What a nice fellow, surely he made a difference.
You experience a multidimensional chunk of World2176939817.
Another species meets the ordinary destiny.
You decide to hold a municipal referendum.
No more Triads remain free, anywhere.
You set a new course.
Phase Q: An interactive adventure.
