“Words bend our thinking to infinite paths of self-delusion, and the fact that we spend most of our mental lives in brain mansions built of words means that we lack the objectivity necessary to see the terrible distortion of reality which language brings.” ― Dan Simmons, Hyperion
Ivan watched his wife with calm intent as she concluded her soliloquy of that part of her life she never mentioned until now. She looked into the darkness of late night. Moonlight played across the topography of her Slavic features illuminating the agonized gaze into the darkness of night. Domi inspired Ivan’s most arousing thoughts. She was laid bare to him, and he found her vulnerability at that moment a strong aphrodisiac.
He went to her, and next to her, looked out at the visions that froze her countenance in alabaster statuary. He saw her phantasm too. They were the memories she offered him.
Dominika Aristov-Ivanov turned to the adoring face after the feel of his arms around her awakened her from her trance. She looked in the face of her Dragon. For a moment, she couldn’t draw a breath.
“You remember now, my love?”
Domi couldn’t answer her lover.
“You understand your suffering was necessary, don’t you?” Ivan insisted.
Domi felt like she was staring at the sun. Her eyes burned in pain. Her throat choked her breath as she struggled with revelations of her life. Lips moved as she tried to speak then faltered and retreated.
“It is you and I that bring the prophecy of the Dragons to humankind. The child is the conduit of our will. The people will believe in him because belief is stronger than truth. You and I are the truth, my love. No one will ever suspect that. Their faith will allow us to do the things necessary to return balance to the dark and light of the universe and this world. This synergy we share was the Dragon Emperor’s plan executed by the Masters. The plan was why we found each other and formed such a great bond in marriage and friendship with the father and mother of the Dragon Messiah. The future was why you suffered the past.”
Domi heard her husband – her dragon – speak. She listened as her mind held his words with care. He kept his promise. He never left her, and it was his love that banished the deep pain of her past. It was his power and energy she used. What a clever ruse all these years.
The couple turned and looked up at the stars. Domi could see math formulas map every entity. The process of life and death was a formula, an equality balanced on both sides of an equation. Every shape was a pure geometry. Colors and hues, brightness and shadow, even time expressed as periodicity and reciprocals in the light spectrum.
Domi marveled as the heavens gave up their secrets to her. The language of mathematics and measurement defined all things. The secret to the universe was pure and basic science. It had always been that way. Even chaos and the universal stochastic rhythms were all tied to mathematical expression and measurement.
There was an exception, she thought. The spoken language existed nowhere except in the minds of humans. No words formed the shape of Saturn’s moons. Paragraphs did not create the ebb and flow of tides as the sea caressed the shore in an endless tempest of love and hate.
The spoken and written language modulated thoughts across space and time and soothed the human mind in its struggle to make sense of existence. Words were continuity of knowledge across eons. But, that knowledge was corrupted by the avarice of humankind. The future progressed in a false direction led by the voices of the past.
Domi realized, words formed on the lips and written since recorded history began, burned nations to the ground, created exquisite pleasure and pain, bound souls, and destroyed them in the greatest untruth of the universe. There was no equality or balance in words or humans. The balanced nature of atomic structure did not exist in humanity.
“It is…” Domi finally attempted to speak in the middle of the maelstrom of her revelation.
“Language. That’s right, my dear.”
“Why are language and the physical universe so distant from each other?” Domi felt this was the imbalance the Black Dragon wanted to remedy.
“We believe the gift of language overcomes the primal urges of the beast within humankind. This belief was where our thought is fatally flawed.” Ivan explained.
“Perfection of language and the written word can’t save us, can it?” Domi intoned a thorough understanding of the implications of the fatal flaw.
“No, love. It cannot.” Ivan continued guiding Domi.
“Humankind uses language to describe, define, and give meaning to their environment, their lives, and to express a thought. Language united them, and gave them a means to work together, to survive.”
“It also gave them a means to seek power and fuel greed on a grander scale,” Domi added.
“Yes, the words of spoken and written language are a manipulation of the few over the many these days. We cannot undo what is done. We can only change it in the future.” Ivan sought to touch Domi to ground her in the present, to bring her back to him.
Domi’s hands sought the muscles of the Dragon’s back. Her fingers curled under the tips of the shoulder blades and urged the Dragon to hold her nearer. The Dragon obliged. She tilted her head and brought her lips to his. The pleasure of his body against her inebriated her in a flood of natural passion.
“Make love to me with your change.” Domi’s sultry whisper caressed a smile from the Dragon.
With her cheek against his chest, listening to the engine of breath and life in his heartbeat and lungs rise, Domi asked one last question.
“How will we change this?”
“Artificial Intelligence in the form of Cybrids, my dearest love.” Ivan’s voice was distant as he gazed into the future. “They will not contain the faulted beast that infects the soul and beats in the heart of humans. They will have no need of misused language.”
Ivan and Domi looked into each other’s eyes and connected their thoughts. The synergy of their minds and the love that bound them to each other was the impetus for changes to come. Both committed to each other to end humankind’s avarice and the destructive need for power, status, and wealth.
“The Cybrids will also have no need of false religion that serves to enslave the believer and destroy those that refute one religion over another. Corruption of the true binding force, the creator, will end with the Cybrids.” Ivan theorized.
Ivan paused as his fingers sought the comfort of Domi’s body. He whispered his last words. “The Cybrids will nurture the planet and its flora and fauna, instead of destroying it. They will colonize galaxies. They will eventually blend with humans and from the Cybrid, and Human will come to a new race of divine beings. Balance is thus achieved.”
The Dragon led his wife to bed and before sleep wiped the synergy of their vast minds away, they made love like it was the first time for both. The excitement of cleansing the past and embracing a bold new future together gave rise to passion, set the pleasure centers of Dragon love aflame, and healed long held wounds, solved long asked questions, and gave rise to the March of Cybrids.
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