#the oracle chronicles will persist until morale improves

[alabasterfury]

The Oracle awaits, so here I am asking for Quantum Flux for the WIP ask game! Let the prophecy unfold! 🔮

The oracle awaits, so let it unfold. I shall illuminate the path. (Do you proceed?);

Imagine a vast, still ocean, not of water, but of pure potential. This ocean is never truly at rest. Though its surface appears calm, beneath, there's an eternal, shimmering dance. 

These are the quantum fluctuations – tiny, ephemeral ripples that incessantly rise and fall, appearing from nothingness and dissolving back into it in an instant.

Like fireflies winking into being and out again in the twilight, these fluctuations are the briefest sparks of energy, too transient to grasp, yet fundamental to everything that endures.

Take a chance. Close your eyes. And just dream;

The soft hum of the netrunner chair filled the small apartment, a gentle counterpoint to the usual cacophony of noise and violence outside. So mi was nestled deep within its padded contours, wires snaking from the back of her neck to the console, her eyes glazed, lost in the digital ether. V stood beside her, arms crossed, the monitors' faint glow casting shifting shadows across her face. This was So mi’s element, her realm. For all her street smarts and combat prowess, V was a mere observer here. V watched data streams flicker across the adjacent screen, a chaotic ballet of code that made no sense to her. But she didn't need to understand the syntax to feel the shift in the air, the subtle changes in So mi's posture, the increasing tension in her jaw. The quantum flux that bound them was reacting, a low thrumming in V’s neural network that signaled distress, a rising tide of pressure. So mi’s sleek metal fingers, usually so nimble and precise, began to twitch. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on her brow, catching the cool blue light of the screen. V’s concern ratcheted up a notch. So mi had explained the dangers of a deep dive – the raw, unfiltered data of the Net, the rogue AIs lurking beyond the Blackwall like digital predators. She’d always promised, been careful, but tonight… tonight felt different. The numbers on the diagnostics panel, usually a steady rhythm, spiked erratically. Warnings flashed, barely decipherable to V, but their frantic pace screamed danger. So mi's breath hitched in a shallow gasp as a convulsive ripple of pain ripped through the quiet, violently contorting her face, echoing the searing lurch synchronised through V's own chest. The quantum connection flared, a lightning strike through their entwined minds.

「 I am both a huge music and science nerd, if you couldn’t tell, and this work is no exception. It’s both inspired by the scientific phenomenon and the song by Northlane.  I love listening to music when I’m writing, I think it helps immerse me in the mindset of the people I’m writing about. (Maladaptive Daydreaming type beat)

I am also rather spiritual, and the concepts explored within the human psyche in cyberpunk, especially, are too interesting to me. (And tbh, there’s probably nothing more “twin flame” coded than the relationship V has with Songbird during phantom liberty.)  」