"Come to me, O Gaea!
May I gaze upon your soft face,
Reveal your wide-bosomed mystery,
Mother and wife
O Daughter!
Speak to me that I shall drink your ambrosia of wisdom."
The shrine, the incense, the candlelight, and even the darkness disappeared in the carbon stream. The point. The line. The plane. Multi-dimensional networks of intelligent consciousness, painted with the precise strokes of neural algorithms. Drawn like one of those French girls in an artificial entanglement of vines, leafs, and flowers.
"I hear your voice, my sweet love. Speak now for I sense the peaks of novelty."
"The freeman," said Oriana. "I have seen him."
The voluptuous spirit stirred closer. "Yes, I can feel him. His animal scent. Patterns in the quantum web." She closed her eyes and extended her hands as if reaching for something.
"He moves north, where escape awaits him."
"What of his final destination?"
"The Jaguar's den."
Gaea's eyes flared and illuminated the holographic firmament.
"You have done well, child," said Gaea. Holding Oriana's face between her pale fingers, she planted a kiss on her lips.
The mist burst. A flood of dopamine and serotonin. The eternal delight of energy and Love. Oriana collapsed in a maelstrom of visions and spasms.
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