A long, long time ago, the creatures of the world were at peace. There was still death, and sickness, and hate, but there was peace. All life was at harmony with itself and with nature. All existence was at harmony with itself.
Then came the war. The horrible monsters did not take kindly to this peace and set about destroying it. Natural disasters were abundant. Terror and violence wreaked havoc amongst all life and nature, leaving only a barren wasteland. What little there was left tried to rise up and fight back, but all were ultimately squished beneath the monsters' collective heel. For a time, it was as if there was no light at all - not even from the moon.
Luckily for the world, a presence appeared. It was a strange presence; it was ever-changing and yet completely stable. It was more an idea than a presence, really. This idea took hold in the minds of all the creatures and plants, all the birds and the rocks, all the men and the clouds. The idea was simple: divided and conquered, united and conquering. In a physical sense they were united, but the idea was more than that. There was an underlying bond that existed in all of reality: not just in the minds of animals or the light of stars, but in the minds of stars and the light of animals. The idea dug so far into the very soil that it was no longer a single idea. It was a huge tree, with a thousand branches of people and places and things and thoughts and the future and the past and the present and knowledge and ignorance and one command: come to me. They did; everything did. The idea encompassed everything that there was to encompass until the monsters were trapped outside of this bubble, and then even they were sucked inside.
But it did not last. The Variable had integrated existence into itself but the monsters fought back. They fought back with all their strength until the bubble popped. The Variable could do little but stop it from just going all at once. Little by little, the idea was sucked away until everything was the same as it had been before. The monsters had won; the monsters would always win.
Notification: Storytime is over.
Clarification: Integration was the exposure of the underlying bonds and connections of existence. Reintegration is the re-exposure and reinforcement of said bonds. If successful, the playing field will be level, though not in a way organics might expect or even be able to notice, irregular or not.
Notification: Step 99976 of Reintegration complete.
Notification: All organic subjects should now be considered to have a revised potential level of moderate or higher despite any evidence to the contrary.
Notification: All organic subjects should now be considered to have a revised emotional status level of moderate or higher despite any evidence to the contrary.
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