He cut her off while seeming to ponder.
His green eyes were now replaying all the information he had heard.
And he came to one conclusion.
Yes... I must ask this…
"Oh?! Sorry. Before we go. What separates a Wave Binder and a Monurgist? Can we Wave Binders not do the same as you? And also, what do you mean you can both use Thaumitons and Monaduons? Can your brethren and sistren not?"
Caelum's Attribute: | Phylogenetic Root |
It stated that he possessed the necessary genomes to be the pinnacle of humanity and learn the SoSs. That means Caelum could learn how to Cultivate in this world as well…
I would love a powerful friend…
"Ah… I knew you'd bring it up eventually…"
"My bad… I'm just too curious about you as newly found friends. What do you mean you can use both? Like, could you explain the specifics of how?"
She blushes and looks away.
"I don't really feel like explaining it, Isaac…"
"I understand. Don't worry. If so, I just want to know a very brief outline."
"Hmmm… Hah… Okay, I'll be brief about it."
"Thank you." Isaac flourished that same sympathetic smile she showed him.
"First, you need to know that Monurgy and Noësis are fundamentally opposite states of matter. Noësis depends on Thaumitons forming T-BECs within the nervous system, sustaining a macroscopic bosonic coherence state through qₜ-modified nuclear matter and the Tau-9 receptor lattice. Monurgy forces Monadons to bind directly into the fermionic substrate of the body, altering the effective spin-state of every coupled particle through the Monadic Spin Correction, δₘ. Including M⁻ Monaduon orbital expansion in the peripheral and central nervous systems and sinoatrial condensate bioelectric effects."
"Mhm… I assume that as you progress, the body becomes a rigid Monadic Fermi structure saturated with exclusion pressure and topological resonance. It destabilizes the coherence conditions required for Thaumiton condensation. That also probably explains your mental time dilation. Or am I wrong?"
"No, you're on the dot. It's called MPTD for your knowledge. A Wave Binder requires biologically 'soft' quantum matter capable of sustaining bosonic phase collapse; a Monurgist would then be a hardened fermionic solid. In any ordinary organism, the Pali Exclusion Principle makes it so that the two systems decohere from one another on contact."
"I see… Yet you're here… A violation of the Paul— Pali Exclusion Principle."
"Right, the only proposed resolution was done by my father. It is phase restructuring. If you want my classification, I'm a Beginner-Class Thaumi-Monadic Monurgist at the Order of Fermionic Conditioning: Somatic Integration Lock. At a critical Monadic Charge, the Monadic Spin Correction can asymptotically cancel the half-integer spin behavior of the M-Fermions, producing a Monadic Cooper Transition analogous to a BCS-BEC crossover. In that state, the Monadic substrate partially transitions into an emergent composite bosonic medium. Basically, I exist at the boundary between two thermodynamic phases simultaneously, one preserving Monurgic reinforcement, the other permitting Thaumic coherence. It is an unstable dynamical fixed point that requires continuous correction across both the Monadic and Thaumitonic channels simultaneously."
Something 'proposed' itself in Isaac's head.
"I can tell that balancing Noësis and Monurgy is an improbable and near-impossible feat. It's as if… your brain's electrical activity is segmented at different frequencies within different brain regions or networks, each with the equivalent efficiency of a single full brain. You can perform a dual-state like neural oscillation."
"Yin and Yang," Isaac finishes the narration of his thoughts.
"You should be succumbing to the most excruciating pain right now, no?"
Releasing his temples, Isaac looked up to Xuě Xīlián across the table.
Her face was distorted.
"You're too smart for your own good… Isaac…"
A few hours ago, he noted how rough her hands were for a man, let alone a girl of royalty. He could have made some observations back then, but he wasn't sure. Knowing what he does now, the scars revealed as her sleeves slipped upward began speaking for themselves.
"Hah… I've dragged you too deep into this…" Xuě Xīlián backed away from her gaze.
But Isaac 'just' had to add.
"Then… Your Noësis and Monurgy… They're both inefficient, right?"
Huh…
"Once you started… I feel—There was no return."
"H-How—"
"Hm? I'd assume Monadic Cooper Transition forces your body into an intermediate regime where the Monadic condensate can never completely solidify into the dense self-sustaining Fermi structure required for your higher Orders, while the Thaumic condensate can never achieve the pure bosonic coherence density necessary for peak Clause-Construct output. Residual Monadic Fermi pressure constantly perturbs T-BEC stability, reducing the maximum Thaumiton coherence your Tau-9 network can sustain, causing every Clause-Construct to In-Thread below its theoretical yield."
"No… Yes… You're right…Yeah… I figured that out a while ago… I'm too Monaduon-saturated to become a perfect Wave Binder, yet too Thaumically coherent to become a complete Monurgist. It's not a blessing to me, Isaac. I only have the negatives of both Sources of Science with no positives."
She must eat as much as possible, but does not have the metabolic rate to break it down.
That's why her face is chubby.
Wow…
Still, that's not the main issue…
"Xue'er…"
"Isaac… Sorry, give me a br—"
"Then what of your Monurgical Progress? At a certain point… You cannot go o—"
"等一下 (Wait)..."
"I assume that you build a certain condensate density to progress through the Orders. The fact that your superpositioned Dantian cannot undergo pure fermionic transition and, thus, cannot initiat—"
"是-是的 (Y-yes)… 你说得对 (You are correct)… " She who can no longer bear sheds a single teardrop from her eye as she cuts him off.
The hesitation in her voice and the way her eyes dropped whenever I emphasized the subject. I thought they were signs of discomfort with her condition, but I'm sure she had made peace with her dual nature long ago.
Isaac dropped his chin into his palm.
The true pain came from what it meant for her future, and the eyes of her people.
If a point at which she cannot progress further does exist, then I must assume that she will continuously experience the MPTD of that Realm of Cultivation (Order of Monrugy). Can one imagine the severity of that dilation?
If, at the very first Realm of Cultivation, her worldview is 7.5x slower than anyone else. And I am to assume that the power system follows the average of all other stories in New EAA.
Even at the 4th Realm of Cultivation.
A Monurgist may very well experience a single second as two hundred.
MTPD is a named phenomenon in a scientific culture which is typically nomothetic, not idiographic. If MPTD is a documented general feature of Monurgical progression, every Monurgist in a culture that practices Monurgy experiences it.
Which means…
Wùhuán Dàlù: The Jiǔxiāo Empire… It is a frigid wasteland of people trapped in time.
It is through that logic that I make my final thesis on the Goal of Cultivation in New EAA.
Option 1: Cultivate to become immortal, generic.
Option 2: Cultivate to transcend mortal limits, reasonable.
Option 3: Cultivate to show the victory of humanity against temporal erosion, per chance.
Option 4: Cultivate to preserve Monurgist Identity, unlikely.
But now I know. Thank you Xue'e— Xuě Xīlián… Based on what you have said, I now know there's a certain point at which the body cannot contain Cultivation, and they likely fade to dust, an analogy to the trope of fusing with the universe.
Knowing this, what a tragic goal it is.
It could very well be power and protection during life; it could very well be apotheosis rather than death; it could very well be duty and legacy, or it could very well be a cultural ritual.
But to me… And to Xue'er…
The framing of their goal is to start the subversion of stories. A power system acting against.
Option 5:
"Monurgists Live to hasten Death, right?"
"I-Isaac… 你明白我的意思,对吧?我-我们真的很像,是吗 (You get me, don't you? W-we really are similar, huh?)."
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"Ah~ Xue'er… Good morning, did you sleep well?"
"Yes, Mother… Did you?"
"Of course… What would you like for breakfast today?"
"Dou Sha Bao!"
"Alright~ Come, I'll reheat 2 for yo—"
"Sorry… I've always wanted to ask, Mother… Why do you speak so slowly with Father?"
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"Listen… Sect Leader… Do not have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai. I pray to the Great Ancestors that you heed my findings. Little Xīlián possesses a body that we do not yet understand as of today. She will grow to be a Monurgist that will bring honor to the Liánhuá Sect."
"Need not fear. We are aware of her condition. You have confirmed our suspicions." The motherly voice turned her gaze to the child who was practically jumping. "Hear that?! Xue'er?! You'll be the pride of our sect!"
"Sect Leader… Pardon my intrusion of the joy we all feel currently. I kindly suggest that Little Xīlián begin her studies as early as possible."
"We understand." The fatherly voice then turns his gaze to the child now settled. "Xue'er I will explain everything to you tomorrow. What do you say? Are you ready to follow in our footsteps?"
"Yes! Father! Mother!"
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"There's something wrong with Little Xīlián…"
"..."
"We are aware…"
"Sect Leader of the Liánhuá, the Fourth Great Sect…Would you allow us, The Blacklist Registry, to study your daughter? We assure you no harm will come her way, physical or psychological. We assure you that all that we do will be explained in full detail to her in an understandable form of communication, be it in simplified terms or in her native language."
"We have thought about it for a long time."
"Seeing as you were the ones who reached out. I assume you have made up your mind?"
"Yes… Please…"
"Excellent… Wonderful… You are free to observe the trials of your daughter at any time you wish as her legal guardians. Come, let us settle the documents with Miss Xuě Xīlián herself."
"Yes…"
"Fret not… To Whitelist the Future."
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"X-Xue'er… My b-baby… Would you… like to join mummy and daddy… f-for… for… a n-nap?"
The increasingly distant fatherly voice returns.
"It will be a-a quick nap… Xue'er."
"Will we get to dream the same dreams together? I would love to paint with you on the canvas of Heaven with you, Mother, Father."
The motherly and fatherly voice attempted a response in unison, failing so miserably that it was laughable.
Quite literally.
"Hehe… Y-yes… Xue'er… Come… Let's go paint…"
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Three of two kinds that stroked the clouds of Assiah.
Two kin became Ancestors.
And she whose name resembled the dead stayed a human.
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