Voices of the Machine

Here’s the back story for my character: Gurlak Thann, a Lattimor Seeker who Speaks to the Datasphere

Long have we heard the voices. In fact, we cannot remember a time without them. Tantalizing whispers lingering at the edge of our consciousness. Almost remembered information that we could not quite access. Images that appeared to our mind and quickly retreated before understanding could dawn. Our people thought us mad. We feared as much ourselves and so we left our home, hoping to find a place where the voices could not reach us.

We travelled far and wide seeking solace or answers. We found none. In Qi, we met an Aeon priest who told us he would find the answer. Nearly too late we discovered his answers required our dissection! We left him with a broken arm and curses that we were not willing to sacrifice ourselves for science!

We journeyed to the Clock Of Kala, intent on devoting our life to exploring this vast range of mountains and learning what secrets they held. It was here that we heard about the Book. It came to us as we took shelter in a cave high up in those deadly peaks. The Helpful Friendly Book leaped into our mind. We were unsure if the Book was the key to all knowledge, or merely the nonsensical ravings of a madman, but we could read it, understand it, and the images became clearer as we moved deeper into the caverns.

In the depths of the mountain, we found the Vault. An ancient piece of numenera lay outside. The images of the Book became stronger as we approached. It whispered to us to affix the device to the back of our neck. We were overcome with a compulsion to obey. The pain was unlike any we had ever experienced – we are not certain how long we remained unconscious. When we awoke, the voices were still there only now we could make sense of them! We queried and were answered. We entered the code to the Vault and found Icculus, a mechanical being and author of the Book, inside.

We awoke it from his torpor. At first it talked of nothing save the Book, but after a time it seemed to gain some semblance of focus. It knew about the voices, or datasphere as it called it, and had heard them itself in the distant past. The amount of data was vast. It threatened to overwhelm us. Icculus taught us to interpret the messages and, more importantly, to shut them out.

The author of the Book was eager to journey out into the world and share its contents with others. We fear long years of isolation have affected this mechanical being’s rationality. We shall accompany it and continue to learn about the datasphere in the hopes that we can repair it someday.

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  1. Pingback: Numenera 1: Face in the Cliff | Filbanto Stew

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