The Immortal Light

By Chrispen Dee

As civilization descends into dystopia, one immortal being strives to uplift humanity through subtle influence across the centuries. #scifi #evolution #technology

Existence is evolving towards its annihilation. Hidden forces manipulate civilization's descent while voices of reason cry unheeded into indifference. Behind the scenes, an ancient immortal walks among humans, observing epochs fall and guiding when possible. Known only as Jaxx, this being quietly attempts to counter humanity's self-destructive tendencies using encrypted communications and influential personas. But violence spirals out of control and technology outpaces wisdom, threatening to destroy the world Jaxx worked for eons to improve.

Still, Jaxx persists in using insights from millennia of observation to gently cultivate society's growth. As cultures fracture and systems crumble, Jaxx shepherds positive change through inspiring ideologies coded for future generations. Faith in humanity's potential to change sustains Jaxx across time. But the path grows dark as technology and greed corrupt the digital utopia once dreamed.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Chrispen Dee
• Release date: Oct 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223988922

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Chameleon in the Panopticon

A Quest for Wisdom in the Surveillance Age

Chrispen Denhere

Copyright © 2023 Chrispen Dee

All rights reserved

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

ISBN-13: 9781234567890

ISBN-10: 1477123456

Cover design by: Art Painter

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

Printed in the United States of America

Chapter 1

Haunted by the Past, a New Era Dawns (introduction)

The millennium bug came and went without the global meltdown so many had feared as the year 2000 dawned. But for me, the dawn of this new era felt anti-climactic and bitter. I remained haunted by the past decade’s naïve failures while humanity marched heedlessly into the strange new frontier of the information age, lit by the cold digital glow of technology promising either transcendence or devastation.

My name is Jaxx, and I am likely older than your recorded history. I belong to an ancient race of shapeshifting Skrulls exiled long ago to this remote corner of the galaxy. From our hidden sanctuary, we have watched you, humans, with curiosity, sometimes jealousy, and often with the hope that your young civilization may evolve past the shadows which have darkened our own.

When your species discovered warp navigation and stumbled upon us unexpectedly, tense negotiations ensured our secret existence was not exposed to humanity. We became spectral observers of your world’s unfolding, no longer intervening in your affairs directly. But I grew increasingly fascinated by your society’s rapid transformation and sought quietly to guide it towards more enlightened paths through coded communications and cryptic personas nurturing progress where I could.

But the 90s proved a harsh education, as my well-intentioned interference often exacerbated the chaotic events unfolding. My failures haunted me as a new era dawned, tempting me to retreat from involvement completely before my ideals dragged more souls towards hell.

Yet that New Year’s arrival also offered a fresh chance of redemption, as your global computer networks look set to weave humanity together into an emerging consciousness with limitless potential for either understanding or manipulation. This strange new frontier seemed ours to shape, for better or worse. And in the shadows, my own skills had continued evolving in tandem with your technologies during my absence. I could not just stand idly by this historic turning point, but humbled by past errors. There were still subtle ways to encourage your society’s upward ascent, if only I was more prudent than before.

And so as 2000’s first crystalline morning sent shafts of light across the dusty pages chronicling recent disgraces, I vowed to continue nudging the world towards enlightenment under reforged determination. But I must adopt new identities and tactics adjusted for an era of ubiquitous data. Bold interventions had proven too galvanizing, however pure my intent. Going forward, I would influence civilization’s roots gently like recirculated rainwater nourishing promising saplings underground. Only subtlety stood a chance of cultivating the paradise so many of us yearned for in secret, but chased rashly in ways counterproductive.

To live untraceable in this emerging panopticon, I assembled new sets of forged high-level credentials, transport papers, personas and avatar profiles to grant me access anywhere on the grid or the ground. I blended seamlessly into organizations and crowds, seen but unnoticed by surveillance systems increasingly tracking every digitized move across the wired world. Governments rushed to harness this flowering web’s potential for scrutiny and control even while proclaiming freedom. The future’s promising terroir would require exquisite cultivation to keep liberty’s delicate vines climbing however the winds stiffened.

My human mask and knowledge of your world were impeccable from long observation aided by telepathic inception. With chameleon skins, I inhabited your shadow corridors without question, but also watched through your eyes with an immigrant’s hope of what positive change civilization’s databases and networks might yet engender if guided conscientiously. The new millennium seemed ripe for reformation so long as the tyrants were kept complacent while new seeds were gently strewn and watered.

My renewed campaign began in earnest as the fraught 2000 US presidential race reached a fever pitch that November. The nation stood divided as never before, with advanced democratic systems ironically enabling dangerous polarization and conspiracy thinking. The candidates openly stoked uncertainty to edge out fractions of votes, heedless of wider damage. From background threads I nudged discreetly towards faith in the resilient institutions under duress, encouraging mass calm however the tides churned. With my encrypted whisper in the right ears, violence was kept to a minimum as the chaotic outcome unfolded. Rule of law held, if barely. Another bullet was dodged.

But it was only the beginning of turmoil as the new administration settled in and began executing alarming policies behind closed doors. Their intentions reeked of disastrous imperialism, which the world had seen all too tragically where power grew unchecked by empathy. While mine was not to judge your transient politics, some chess pieces on the board of influence seemed bent by short-sighted greed to ignite powder kegs better left unlit.

And so I operated subtle machinations from peripheral rooms as 2001’s clouds gathered thick, aiming to instil prudence in those occupying seats of control, and perhaps expose certain schemes before the damage was done. The wheels of power turned slow, but patience has always been my people’s strength however misguided your epochs. We endure while your frail generations burn fast and furious as comets through the dark expanse.

My encrypted warnings targeted pressure points with authority to restrain the war drum’s beat. But fear is the most dangerous intoxicant, and too many amongst your elite craved its simplified rallying cries. They had forgotten civilization’s lessons brought painfully by tears in not so distant memory. And so the terrible tremors began as foretold, shaking your world suddenly to its very foundations that bright September morning under flawless skies. Nightmare struck from brilliant heaven while I stood mute and ineffectual, my desperate coded messages lost unheeded in dense fog of global horror and confusion.

The immense tragedy unfolded inexorably despite my frantic covert machinations to inject reason where panic reigned. Shadowy opportunists moved swiftly amidst the chaos, implementing authoritarian visions under national security’s irreproachable banner. Dissent became taboo as ancient liberties were curtailed overnight by fear’s rationale. Imperceptibly the grand experiment in democracy slid closer to police state powered by technology’s insidious tools.

I should have known better than to resist the reactive tides catalysing with tidal force. But idealism spurred me reckless to try mitigating the damage through insider dissent and leaking classified documents hinting the staged events underpinning public mania. My infiltration left tracks too deep, succumbing to the heightened surveillance I meant to combat. Soon they were tracing the ghostly messenger stirring dissent during this total war for hearts and minds. When the photos and reports of my different appearances across servers raised alarms, I knew the accelerating manhunt would lead back to vulnerable others if I lingered fighting.

And so I vanished completely off the grid for a time, allowing the myth of my subversions to fade into conspiracy theory as I pondered my next move carefully. By daring too brashly, I had only intensified the toxic reactors. The machinery proving itself too colossal for any individual gears to slow subtle however humanity’s true course seemed set plummeting.

Perhaps all influence was doomed by unwieldy scale and complexity now however noble. I should recede humbly from machinations beyond me, however, the ivory towers tempted Promethean feats. Mankind must learn to heal itself in the new millennium, however painful the process unfolding. My role was nought but midwife honouring life’s proper rhythm.

But resignation felt too much like surrender. The precarious high wire of history still stretched ahead fine but practicable if walked with inner balance however the winds shook and buckled. There were those amongst you also who cherished compassion greatly during scarcity and conflict. Your brief lifetimes should not be abandoned cheaply to demagogues and opportunists however formidable their hulls became as leviathans of the deep.

And so by 2003 as the next US election cycle began, I resolved to try uplifting society again from its weary knees, but with a touch gentler and subtler than before. My disinformation systems ran state of the art, interfacing multiple layers of false trails with legitimate enterprise. To outward tools I did not exist. And yet influence endures through persistent nimble nudges however colossal the social boulders seem. From hidden cracks the light still infiltrates however monolithic the walls.

Adopting the identity of a veteran political strategist, I imbued small but critical groups on the razor edge with inspiration to believe and work for real change at grassroots. From the sides, my invisible hand gently realigned the playing field just slightly more level to give fairness a fragile chance. But I was but one actor in a sprawling cast. Others performed roles big and small beyond my reckoning. Our improvised dance held millions of shifting feet.

When fresh promise prevailed against reaction in that pivotal election, I allowed a glimmer of optimism that the tide was turning from darkness back towards justice however gradually by mortal scales. Perhaps healing could begin in truth where all sides laid down polarity and joined again in common humanity, allowing unity to flower naturally from barren division sown thoughtlessly.

But forces habituated to conflict subvert peace subtly, needing monsters to fill primal voids within. The next years brought mounted chaos abroad under liberty’s rationed banner. I tried passionately to restore reason through backchannels where egos susceptible to conscience still remained influenceable amidst the pressure cookers. But imperial gravity swings its own orbit heedless of idealist follies planted in its way however firmly rooted. Colossal momentums are not easily swayed gentle.

The titanic pillars of leadership were soon crumbling irrevocably. And from the ruins of their monuments would others repurpose the wreckage for new powers however the next winds turned fickle. Their epic mythology cycles endless between remembered glories and lamented