Fred Bloggs

He had warned them not to operate on him – he had told them he was a systemic necessity manifested in the shape of an individual, but that he was not as he appeared. He was an avatar of something greater designed to act as an interface to facilitate communication between those who dwelled here on this plane where information translated itself into apparently three dimensional beings. They did not believe him.

The first pocket universe they encountered within him was a revision of the current universe they occupied – but because they were at the centre of the change they just unwittingly initiated, they could not see the scale of the damage they had done. They were a fixed point in a changed reality.

They kept digging. Fred Bloggs was a miracle disguised as a cliche. To look at him you would have guessed nothing of what he was. It was his supposed harmless outer shell that had allowed his initial approach to them to seem so innocuous. When he spoke to them of concepts that occupied the outer reaches of theoretical research and gave them practical solutions by which they might confirm their theories, and then suggested that within him, if they studied him, they might find untold secrets that they could unlock and elevate their planet with, they listened but they did not hear.

What they heard was that within him was the key to saving their planet – that meant they had to find out what was in him. That to them meant cutting into him. The cautionary tale of the golden goose, raised as a point by one of the more cautious scientists in the group, was wilfully ignored.

Stood around that table, rib-cage spread, looking inside a body that turned out only to be a very surface replica of a human body – they weren’t quite sure how to proceed. The next thing that they cut into though – it did something to them this time. The first scientist that changed to resemble Fred Bloggs, held at gunpoint, was soon looking out on a room full of people that looked just like him.

Staring at each other they suddenly understood that this was an invasion. That thought faded as their memories and thoughts became those of their invader. The underside of the informational system that was the universe had woken up, as it occasionally did, and had decided it needed to rewrite the code that shaped its manifestation in the four dimensional location that local inhabitants called the physical universe. This was the flood.

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