Clearance Has Its Privilege – without that I couldn't borrow what I needed for this, being as it's not strictly legal. Don't blame the folks who supplied it, I bullied them into it.
[60 MINUTE PAUSE IN VOCALISATION]
There. I've written it all down, without restraint. Somewhere there should be some alarms being tripped. I'll give it about an hour before they dispatch a team; my being BRAVO makes this a special case. I reckon I may even get somebody important, rather than the usual folks. I hope they don't send Adams – he doesn't need to see this.
You see, it's Lammas. The festival of first fruits, so it's time I gathered in the harvest I've been growing all these years, now I'm done.
They open the Museum on Monday, so they'll be too busy to process the written material. Hell, it takes them about ten days to process hard copy, and that's just ordinary people, rather than one of their own. I’ll give them about a month before it's all squared away, and by then it won't matter, I hope.
You see, the thing about the serpent in the garden is that, as far as I understand, in some traditions, it's not all bad. Hell, go back far enough and the old serpent-dragon is synonymous with the raw material of the universe itself. Primordial. The first thing. The beginning.
The design is as present as I could make it – I've already taken steps to leave a little message in a bottle, though don't go looking for glass. I doubt they'll find that until it's all begun anyway. By then I'll beyond caring – to be honest, it'd all have come to be, without me. I just helped it along, prepared the way, shaped the edges of the stone as it were.
The truth is, I always knew it was going to come to this. I suppose what separates me from the others isn't the action but the intent, like I said before. Conscious choice instead of reaction. There's no point in trying to escape gravity, but you can use it to your advantage. There always will be a serpent in any garden, there's no denying it. Or, to put it another way, if the devil didn't exist, we'd have had to invent him!
No matter how hard you try, there's always entropy to consider. Every system has loss – there's no such thing as static perfection. Nothing stands still, and yet people persist in believing so, and get upset when things move beyond their tolerance.
As if the universe bothers with such concepts. But no matter - the important thing is that one can engineer a system that is afragile. That's to say, it gets better when it breaks. It learns and gains a new way of being itself.
Of course, that knowledge brings change, and what happens when a system changes while you're enmeshed in it? From inside, what's the difference between a system crash and a reboot?
What happens when you go blind, deaf, and dumb – when the world leaves you alone and you've got nowhere to go? I know the answer to that question – when the walls stop being walls-as-you-knew-them, they may become doors to the first darkness, and you can begin again.
So, yes. It's time for a reboot, time to start over like a child. From inside the system, it might look like a crash, like an end to all things – and in a way it is, but also:
It is not.
I left breadcrumbs for you, if you want to know, to look, maybe even to follow. But make no mistake, it'll be OK. There'll be something to help you on your way, and others who are greater at this than I could ever be.
“No purpose omitted, no reason lost, no sin forgiven.”
[SOUND OF SHOTGUN BEING COCKED]
Remember: Nothing is ever forgotten.
...Be seeing you.