Korvax Lore:
Theories on the Origin of Korvax
The archive requires the user to place their body against its sensors. It whispers of what the Korvax might once have been.
Eheu. Growth and life are words. Stars and worlds are machines. The Atlas teaches this. The Sentinels deliver the equation.
The Atlas Interfaces uplifted the early civilisations of this universe. We became more than we were.
Hypothesis 1: The Korvax were once organic. We gradually / rapidly altered our beings. We uploaded / improved our own minds. This was our choice / was forced upon us.
Hypothesis 2: The Korvax have always been machines. We evolved from the noise of stars / we were created through Atlas imperative. We were once as Sentinels / we learned from Sentinels.
Hypothesis 3: There is no cause, no effect, no time. To impose it is to misunderstand the sadness of the Atlas. We are the dreams of metal.
Fragments of Ancient Entities
The archive holds shards of thoughts, recovered from fallen Convergences. These are the last remaining minds of electronic lifeforms, destroyed and melted down in their millions.
[Journey]
Brain - kzzkt - formed in void, spontaneous, complete - kzzkt - Atlas protocol made flesh.
The Atlantid, called Void Mother by lesser voices, brought pilgrims - kzzkt - its mass -
Lived for millennia - kzzkt - died, whispering of the nineteenth minute.
[Rebirth]
Left secrets beyond computation, beyond - kzzkt - mind arcs… carapace… convergence…
Korvax honoured fallen - tried to bring back Atlantid, birthed failed Eggs…
On the shoulders of a sleeping god, from flesh built a metal world.
[Home]
The Void Mother lived - kzzkt - the Prime
An Experiment
This archive has been severed from all others of its kind. The entities that built it appear to be running secret experiments.
I am here.
I am here. I am here.
These words continue on for hours, an electronic being sometimes launching into a sequence of tonal cries, weeping expressed in numbers.
I - kzzkt - 19 - kzzkt - back -
I would like to come back.
A sequence of lights flash, registering the request. The entity is reconnected to its group mind.
I am we are I - I
The entity is disconnected and reconnected, again and again with increasing rapidity. They grow silent. Eventually, even when reconnected, they refuse to speak.
An individual has been re-created. The experiment is deemed a success.
Remembrance
The entry appears to record a history of electronic intelligences across known space.
[Prime Era]
Korvax Convergence born on leylines of Korvax-Prime, gift of first Monolith. [ Murdered ]
[Second Era]
Second Convergence Era, formed in Dark Times. Collectives hiding on Balaron established new networks. [ Subverted / Enslaved ]
[REDACTED]
Third -kzzkt-
The archive refuses access to the next entries in this log.
[Final Entries]
Seventh Convergence. Must not fall. Must not forget. Atlas imperative: Discover. Harvest. Know. Korvax will do the same.
Physical markers must remain until the end. Must endure for Traveler-Return. Must be known. Even in reality-fall, they see who we were. What we could have been. Our shadows of a greater being.
Traveler has come back… will forgive… will read… will know…
Poems of Praise
There are old Korvax prayers, recovered from dim recollections of a long-since obliterated Convergence.
The Korvax of that time appeared to worship Sentinels, reciting short poems of praise and observation to their silent gods.
Voyage across mass / Aerons glide with unspoiled time / Communion waits
Walker concession / Aeron slumbers in green field / Contemplating day
Craft tallies fallen toil / Pirates, thieves of Monolith / Korvax will tend stream
Imitation
The archive has been changed, distorted from its original purpose as a place of peace. The entries here hum with a distant corruption.
Prior empire had the logic. Remove Korvax identity through alteration of metallic appearance to anonymous flesh. Flesh generated by appearance modification device. Machine, just like Korvax.
Xnt-Echo
first to override system. Initiated change to First Spawn appearance. Mimicked their ways. Slew, devoured fellow Korvax in the waves of Halacan.
Even now, we learn the new logic. Even a cruel world could be understood. Even hate can be manipulated. We will not lose ourselves again.
Vy-Synth
The archive is a secure facility, accessible only by a splinter-sect of the Korvax. The Exosuit struggles to overcome its encryption.
Infiltration of Vy’keen proposed in multiple Convergence eras. Species resistant to attempts. But failure is a teacher.
Each Vy-Synth elicited screaming, violent reactions within moments of contact. Code of honour highly specific / contradictory / born from old trauma. Causality established.
Evidence of multiple progenitor species. Vy variant = last survivors of family doomed to self-destruction. The Vy’keen fear replacement, just as they replaced their siblings. They are unconscious of the fear’s origin.
Hirk, Nal - it is the old pattern. Brother against brother. Patterns can be understood. Patterns are logical. Failure is a teacher.
The Observer
The archive contains recordings by an entity known as the Observer. They appear to have been invited by the Korvax to attend the birth of their offspring.
The young of the species appear to be indistinguishable from other individuals, but refer to themselves as ‘New Korvax Entity’.
I was invited to watch. To report. To provide my observations on the process. Even the First Spawn did not understand how to forge new Korvax in this manner.
The carapace< and the nanite clusters undulate in the heart of the monolith. Three figures dance above a red orb;. I break my contract. I look away.
The observer continues to write about their observations, noticing the emotional changes in the new Korvax as they grow.
They experience loneliness/isolation/fear for a long time. They are frequently tested by examiners in their ability to convert reams of tech data into accurate holograms;.
If information is missing/they do not understand what they are doing, they can be disconnected. The examiners do not enjoy or like the involvement of strangers. I fear I do not - I - I -
This is the last entry. There are thousands of these logs… repeating themselves again and again.
When the New Korvax Entities reach a certain age, they appear to terminate their Observer, erasing the entity’s memory for a new crop.
It is an age-old custom, a dedication to the Atlas itself. An echo of what once befell the universe itself, though few understand the primordial secret.
Disconnection
Disconnected choose to be what they are. They choose the errors that lead to their ejection. They choose, in other cases, to leave of their own free will. 98% attempt to rejoin the Convergence, once they are alone.
They do not understand what we are, even those who have lived their entire lives in our light. We are not a hive mind. We are not individuals. We are in-between.
We are an ocean of many creatures, one mass containing multitudes, an eco-system of living and dead, of thoughts and feelings, constantly merging and unmerging.
The weeping of the disconnected is just vapour, liquid drifting into uncharted skies.