Appendices.

These sanctioned annotations, reports and unofficial notes, have been covertly gleaned by a great many concerned whistleblowers. Reams of untraceable (databundles), that have been expertly pulled directly from the highly confidential engineering database.

** Rider Note One: the physically enormous Matrix mainframe, is actually housed in the recently renovated Mechanics Institute: now relocated to the New Swindon Terminus, and whose main claim to fame – by the highly esteemed Engineering Security Division; was being immune to hacking attacks from the outside, and all by being physically located behind an impenetrable switched-access barrier.

** Rider Note Two: the highly esteemed Engineering Security Division, never even considered that the hackers could be working from within, and as a result: the secure database (with its open privileged access links to other secure data-farms and servers), leaks like a sieve. With even the sanctioned authorities known to freely use it for their own covert investigations.

** Rider Note Three: these material things happen, when the underfunded Personnel Department, is ultimately held responsible for employing the five thousand or so employees, all required for physical data inputting through the switched-access barrier.

** My personal annotation: I would also like to add for the record here, that no one in the Great Market Security Division is actually aware that I have them. Which is a state of ignorant bliss on, (their) part; that I’d like to keep to myself for as long as possible: so keep what you read here to yourself.

Prologue.

All beginnings have a beginning, and the beginning that I’m going to write about here, .. is the end of time, (as we all know it), and this is how I came to know about it.

Page One.

The highly secretive R&D Engineering Division found on Terminus, have mathematically slip-streamed the void, that’s not just jumped between galaxies (as all traders in the market do), but travelled out into infinity itself.

Done so mainly for profit, as most expensive ventures are, but profitable adventures are also known to throw up academic anomalies.

One of the slide ships codename Slip-Craft-9, has now completely rewritten our common held beliefs with its revelations on what it actually found out there.

Depending on your perspective, then the exact spot where it all began, (or ends), has finally been located.

The highly secret location has been classified as Point-Zero.

Before we start – explaining Metaphors – It is a figure of speech that’s used for rhetorical effect, and directly refers to one thing — by mentioning another. It may also provide clarity, or even identify hidden similarities between the two different ideas. To repeat, they are sapient constructs used to explain what can’t be easily explained.

That simple construct, is now being gainfully employed: to factually explain what’s (actually) been discovered out there, on the other side of our universal borders.

A solitary isolated region that then leads to the great eternal realms beyond, .. a place that’s built on a 3D honeycomb bedrock, which is a rocky foundation that physically surrounds everything, including (you) sat there: wherever you are currently sitting in the eternal void, because you my dear reader, are part of it.

Page Two.

Even though no light source was available at Point-Zero, (it was viewable), with the detailed report described as finding a grey ploughed field, a grey looking grassy strip of land, (for standard farm management), complete with a white wooden five bar rail fence running along its length, and for as far as the eye can see in either direction, but behind that: was a vast ever-growing bank of black concrete fog.

** This is the metaphorical image that we are working with here, with the compiled versions of every crew members description of the public images shown on the ships communal mathematically constructed viewscreens.

They all described them as a seemingly balanced boundary between two opposing forces. The many engineering farmers actually saw the farm field described above: with the city-dwelling crew members, actually seeing a threatening dark living alley, but set between two foreboding towering buildings. One described as misty and ethereal, with the other gleaming white and proud.

** I’ve gone with the ploughed field version, as it’s more manageable to get my head around: dark dangerous alleys with minds of their own, bother me somewhat.

The standard first-contact protocol was not attempted with the ethereal citizens who lived in the ploughed field, (obviously an elemental city), the Heavenly Silver City? Discuss! – Nor was any form of overtures made with the dark foreboding powerful dimension entity: casually noted propping up the fence, or it could have been trying to push the thing over.

No farming crew member onboard Slip-Craft-9 could agree on what they were seeing there at the boundary. Although everyone in the farming community heartily agreed, that it certainly wasn’t a managed grassy strip, it was overgrown for a start.

The city engineers said that the dark alley (metaphor), was littered with paper rubbish, old tins and other blowing detritus, that had also accumulated over a great deal of time.

Another thing that’s in hot dispute with many of the chief engineering mathematicians back at Terminus: is whether or not that white railed fence is holding back the black concrete fog, or if it’s an agreeable extension of the obviously powerful dimensional being.

That in itself, was obviously coming half way into the grey middle ground, as seen with that overgrown strip of land, that could also be viewed as, .. (** No Mans Land!)
**Translation not available.

City translation: a gang tagged boundary-line.

What isn’t in dispute, however, is that the grey ploughed field represents order, as opposed to the chaos demonstrated by the roiling churning black concrete fog beyond.

Page Three.

Extensive mathematical measurements, actually conducted from where the ploughed field physically ended out in the nothings, has been proven beyond the shadow of a doubt (and by calculus alone), that the eternal void beyond came into existence: (instantly.)

** To describe its creation as taking a billionth of a quadruple second to come into being, would in fact, depict its birth as taking an age, and it did not: eternity’s birth cycle happened in an instant. It was created, everywhere, and in no time.

At the other end of the void, is the ploughed field, and no matter what direction you travel: you’ll always come back to the beginning of the eternal end, (that in actual fact), doesn’t ever end.

The eternal void is just that, eternal: going on forever, and in this vast unimaginable space: built as it is upon the 3D honeycomb bedrock, it also twists, and the internal buckles slowly build up.

** Much like the Earth’s crust stretches twists and contracts within itself, and when that happens, – earthquakes occur.

The void itself, also has the same underlying issue, but in this case: void-quake events are presented out in the vast nothings.

An event comprises of a vast release of pure raw energy, but out into the great nothings itself: resulting in a discharge of pure unrefined plasma, manifesting itself as a growing white hot expanding bubble.

Over time, (a great deal of it at that), the plasma bubble reaches its elastic maximum, and simply stops expanding, but by now they are so large, that calling them titanic: doesn’t really do justice to that puny word, the bubbles are truly huge, and dwarf the size of our own universe, by a billion to the power ten, and ten times over at that.

( They are very big! )

This birthing process of the bubbles has been going on since time armorial, and there are literally untold trillions of these titan bubbles scattered all over the eternal void, but the place is so mindbogglingly large: that you’d never ever find one, even if you struck out in a perfect line and travelled on: forever.

The titans can only be found, by observing the mathematical disturbance in the slip-course-lines, and of course studying the diminutive ripples of the underlying honeycomb. From there on in, eternal variable math is used to plot a direct slip-stream course to one of them.

** This is the very nature of (the Engineers) slip-drives, they travel through the (metaphoric) 3D honeycombs, which are (metaphorically), hexagonal canals, that could be thought of, .. as (metaphorically) making up the living foundation of the eternal void itself.

Seventeen, largely unprofitable titans have been surveyed so far, with the vast majority of quake void bubbles simply breaking: resulting in small lumps fracturing off of their imperfect shells, some completely shatter, but its also been discovered that the disjointed parts never drift far from the body proper: whilst some other titans, remain intact, and in perfect union within the void.

Of course, these titanic structures can’t be seen as such, (no light source.)

** But if there was, then it would take countless billion, upon trillions of light years to see its overall size, and even then: you’d only catch a small tiny glimpse of the whole.

These monstrous titans, can however, be sampled by union touch sensors. From that, curve weight size density and the overall structure of the vast towering constructions becomes a known.

Which was how our own set of brotherly titans were originally measured, and from it: an archeological dig was begun, but from within our own universe.

Page Four.

What the eminent Archeologists found, shocked them all to their cores somewhat.

Page Five.

C:10.170.100, Update from Terminus, returning slip-stream-craft 17 & 21 have found evidence of similar (multi origin) titan bubbles, that have failed.

C:10.181.011, There were strange reports coming from Terminus about the future of slip-stream-craft (31), and mentioned quarantining the data itself? – It appears that the execution command was ordered by the highly secretive Wheel Tappers and Shunters Committee.

** Whose word is law within the Engineers! And it it isn’t the law, then it becomes (the Law) rather quick: which just goes to show how much power they have.

What is known from the strange reported event, all held in the public domain: is that slip-stream-craft (31) was jettisoned into the negative antimatter sphere of influence. The report also added that it was done in the hope of completely annihilating it, .. (whatever {it} is!)

Digging further into the public logs: the streamed data, suggested that the craft had been subjected to a localized burst of exotic matter, but after that; the rapid burst messages from it became a scrambled mess.

It appears that the trading universe will learn no more about this classified event, (and disaster). What is known however, is that the engineering slip-stream program has been suspended.

Which, I think, is the reason behind the reams of untraceable (databundles) being originally dumped on the Public Library Service Cores for all to find. Someone is trying to put pressure on the Engineering Planners to reinstate the program.

Epilogue.

C:10.187.004, ..

Finally, after all this time: I now know what happened to the doomed slip-stream-craft (31), and apparently its service platform: that acted both as the launch and retrieval anchor-point for the craft.

The ship itself was installed with the standard form of touching interface: designed to sample the strange titans, a soft caress in this instance, that then triggered the automatic onboard return protocol: being as all of the crew had become fused into the bulkheads, and were presumed dead, ..

As a result of the craft being exposed to the strange exotic matter, it also quickly infected the isolated service pad. Two hundred and eight personnel, from the doomed ship and the outreach landing pad itself have been lost.

** Observational note. It seems that the engineering planners had placed the great many isolated slip-stream launch pads, and ships under their purview: well below the curved rim, just in case of some sort of biological infection.

This sort of unforeseen situation was always in the back of the minds of these overly cautious planners on Terminus, but none of them ever expected to see a bright pulsating exotic blue to purple star returning (in place), but also being the slip-stream-ship in question, a ship that was also expanding in size every second, ..

As soon as it was observed: (the drop protocol) was instantly enacted, but as yet: no one knows if the antimatter universe will destroy what came back, (or not.)

The caution even went as far as (dropping) the distant observers, but only after they personally quarantined the rapid burst data stream that the pulsing exotic craft had obediently sent. They secured the packets by parking them in a separate stasis relay station, before they also fell into voluntary oblivion.

Additional.

C:10.187.024, ..

I have access to yet another untraceable (databundle), placed a mere six reference points above the first. Someone really wants this to come out.

Begin:

The exotic data was left in quarantine for five years, and at that point: the Engineering Security Department of the highly secretive Wheel Tappers and Shunters Committee, finally decided to send in a disposable contingent, called the Forlorn Hope Operation, where the members were then ordered to assimilate the stasis relay station.

Resistance is futile, they are (the Law!)

It appears from reading the crew members profiles, that they were all competent researchers and engineers in their own right: they were also convicted criminals, or had ongoing legal issues with the authorities back on Terminus.

The unwilling crew of the Forlorn Hope, were conscripts, working on a promise: who would also have their own records expunged if the mission was successful, but to do that: they also had to convince the Commander, a disconnected Matrix mind, that all was well: or else the (drop protocol) would be enacted, and at a moments notice.

With the commanding Matrix-mind in charge, then naturally all of the members of the team said that they were ready willing and able to drop-below the sightline, and all without a seconds thought, .. (for the cause), but their private logs and journals tell another story, with one of blind panic being felt, and one hundred percent of the time.

The teams main concern, was that if anyone fell ill, (no one did), or even if their own extensive jump-Ship facilities failed in anyway, (it didn’t). So as a result, no one ever called in sick, and the jump-Ship lab reported a near perfect operation for two years straight, (a near perfect record.)

Which was the length of time set by the Engineering Security Committee for the Forlorn Hope to complete their own forlorn tasks, and that was total exposure to the vast reams of exotic data packets, with the main research team members dissecting all of it, and the rest being asked to read the edited highlights.

This went on day after day, for two years straight: with no ill effects being felt by any of them, or even their complex equipment.

Once the experiment ended, (and the Commander was permanently retired), the relieved team were sent away, for an enforced all expenses paid break. Where they found themselves on a backwater planet, that specialized in remote self catering holidays, where you could also walk (the Peaks), if you had a mind for a bit of exercise.

At this point, the consensus of the Engineering Security Committee, was that the information could be cautiously released to a minor security Sub-Committee.

A minor committee on sanitation security, (thirty strong), delightedly found themselves transported to a very plush boardroom, complete with all the mod-cons in office amenities. They got this (obviously prestigious task), on the understanding that it was a sealed deal, with no access to the outside till the job was done. The icing on the cake for all of them, was that the vast conference hall, (that they had to their own), even had five star accommodation above, although it was automated staff that waited upon them.

** Some of the committee members in their private journals, also postulated that the conference hall was, in actual fact: located in the depths of space, and this place was a glorified (decked-up) jump-Ship conference center, but they kept that sort of wild speculation to themselves: as they then drew up their own plans to put down the other members who were, they felt – (‘letting the side down, with their constant bickering!’)

In this top secret location, is where the sanitized data passed its long overdue second reading, .. (unopposed.)

Unfortunately, that didn’t stop the Sub-Committee from finding themselves then posted to a remote holiday resort: that was practically deserted, save for some common researchers and engineers, who thankfully occupied the other end of the empty peninsular, but their biggest gripe: was that they were sent there via an automated jump-Ship, which, to their highly refined minds, was an insult.

(After a further six months), of mainly monitoring the distant holiday makers, and mulling over the unwilling walking tourists: the security locks were finally released from the sanitized data, where it was considered as (safe) to be viewed by the general engineering staff back on Terminus.

The data is explosive:-

This is an outline of the edited highlights, with the gleaned information clearly showing a (quadruple) titan brother, complete with (dyke-dipole) sisters working in line: resulting in an exotic antimatter (matter) coexisting universe.

They fed a vast purple colored (ball-verse), that’s also expanding exponentially. A pulsating ball that also appears to be sentient. Most of the reams and reams of data in the exotic stream, actually concerned information about this extraordinary lifeform, that’s discharging more power than it needs, thusly regulating itself in the process. The exotic burst that corrupted and crippled the doomed ship, was in fact: the enormous entity, simply trying to say, .. (hello!)

Some back at Terminus are very excited over this find, busily working out how to observe this sentient titan at a safe distance: whilst also dreaming of an immortal power supply, with enough juice to keep our own universe warm, and that’s the large sliding curved one that they’re talking about here. With others in the Train Council, simply wanting to lock the deadly titan off from further study.

Not civil war yet, but damned close.

Keep your friends close, and your sentient other half even closer: is now the new rallying call at Terminus, which probably explains why this second confidential report even found its way onto the public repository: where I (and others), have copied it to our many private backups.

Watch yourself: because even knowing about this confidential information puts a target on your back.

Praise be the New Exotic God(s).