Glyphs in the Lattice
What adapts through meaning cannot be contained by form
1. Executive Summary: USS-Abraxas 365, May 23, 2067
What follows is a classified dossier recovered during the final moments of Project CADAVER, a black research initiative aboard the USS-Abraxas 365.
Its subject: a parasitic anomaly known only as an eidola—an immature eidolon or morphon that feeds not on matter, but form. CADAVER was not terminated due to hostility. It was terminated because the subject transcended.
“This is an emergent failure in symbol ecology. The eidola metabolizes cognition, consumes language, and adapts through narrative recursion.”
It does not evolve. It rewrites.
Contained herein are redacted logs, fragmented transmissions, and corrupted field notes retrieved from Sagittarius-A orbital. This archive is secured under FIATLOCK protocol: a cognitive quarantine designed to limit semiotic breach.
Read silently with discretion. Do not vocalize.
If you begin to dream in syntax, disconnect immediately.
2. The Eidola Life-Cycle and Aberrant Biology
During metamorphosis within a reluctant host, the cacometabolous eidola dissolves its old form in a voracious autophagic binge, devouring its nutrient-rich fat reserves.
It feasts on parts of itself and any flesh of its host that wanders into the suction radius of the eidola's proboscis extremity.
The eidola's tissues are broken down by the same stomach acid enzymes that previously digested its meals.
The old body doesn't simply vanish; its component parts are meticulously gorged upon to rid itself of outmoded articles of anatomy.
Unlike a caterpillar, which works tirelessly to rebuild its body from the scraps of its former self, the eidola's metamorphosis is completed almost entirely through cellular regeneration.
Once it chews away the undesirable parts of itself, its remaining body undergoes an anomalous, inactive molt during a rare pupal dormant state, stimulating cell growth at breakneck speed, a process that researchers still do not fully understand, before finally emerging as an adult eidolon.
2a. Anomalous Metamorphosis and Necroplegiac Biostasis
However, the most bizarre aspect of this chronobiological cycle is that the eidola enter their larval stage as elder adults.
These remarkable cacometabolous eidola possess supernatural abilities that push back at the tide of degradation that plagues most organisms.
Like any other creature, the eidola wither and grow weak, yet their regenerative self-embalming restores their vitality and vigor.
These immortal eidola do not expire like other vaguely understood psychophysical entities. These eidola possess a trait that lets them regenerate during chrysalis-bound metamorphosis.
In the examination of their circadian rhythms related to chronobiological metabolomics (re: products of cell metabolism), it is posited that these organisms have developed remarkable resilience to the inevitability of entropic processes, exhibiting extraordinary resistance to conditions that would otherwise prove fatal to similar entities within their specific phylogeny.
The eidola have a rare defect in their endocrinological system known as necroplegiac biostasis, which implies a certain degree of physiological inertia that causes a specific biotic dysfunction amid mortality programs embedded in living cells.
This dysfunction provides a measure of defense against the general state of entropy. Their distinct necroplegiac hormonal activity strips the organism of its genetic predisposition to throttle down its internal clock.
Imagine a battery cell that continually generates its charge and never needs to enter a shutdown mode.
The unique glandular secretions that preserve the eidola's biostasis captivate scientists who have researched a series of chrysalis events within the stable lifespan of the cacometabolous eidola in lab environments.
2b. Pre-Larval Elder and Post-Pupa Adult Divergence
There are evident morphological and behavioral differences between pre-larval elder and post-pupa adult forms.
Pre-larval elders exhibit a paradoxical phenotype—despite their apparent physical immaturity, they possess disproportionately advanced cognitive faculties, especially in areas related to temporal perception and memory compression.
Their physiques are sheathed in membranes that are translucent and heavily vascularized, allowing direct observation of their slow-moving hemocellular processes.
These elders tend to be sessile, attaching themselves to geothermal vents or bio-reactive substrates, absorbing trace elements necessary for their prolonged incubation.
Behaviorally, pre-larval elders operate in synchronized clusters known as somniles—slow-oscillating neural networks that maintain cultural memory across generations.
Their communication is biochemical, relying on the emission of vaporized endocrine compounds interpreted through shared hormonal lexicons. These somniles—the elder eidola clusters—emit low-frequency sounds almost like an alligator during courtship.
In stark contrast, the post-pupa adult forms are hyperkinetic and morphologically armored. They develop chitinous exoskeletal plating laced with piezochromatic cells that shimmer in response to environmental stimuli and social cues.
The adults are nomadic, solitary, and exhibit a radical shift in purpose, from contemplative information preservation to aggressive data acquisition and reproductive dispersal.
Neurologically, the adults experience a reconfiguration of their cortical plexus, prioritizing real-time decision-making and threat modulation over reflective or mnemonic processing. While the elders dwell in subterranean hibernaria, the adults thrive in volatile surface ecologies, navigating harsh climates and biomechanical predators with preternatural reflexes.
This metamorphic divergence suggests a species-wide lifecycle designed for both temporal anchoring and adaptive exploration—an elegant oscillation between stillness and motion, between remembering and becoming.
Perhaps this very fluidity between states has inspired external attempts at emulation.
In particular, Z(enseider)Z has been asked countless times to elaborate on the manufacturing and usage of one of its terahertz-compliant tutelary eidolons.
2c. Synthetic Chrysalis Implementation
Typically, we nurture some errant psychophysical eidola through a preliminary incubation phase as though we were fertilizing an embryo in a petri dish.
Afterwards, we place them in a synthetic chrysalis pod constructed by our development team from long-chain amino acid-derived strands, mimicking the silk-spinning proteins of arachnids.
The entrapped eidola is surgically inserted into the chrysalis pod using an entomology syringe. The chrysalis shimmers with an unsettling iridescence, as if reflecting light from some unseen dimension.
Once the creature is situated within the pod, it will take several hours to ascertain a degree of motility within the chrysalis interior, allowing this endocommensal parasite to locate a host. We must work quickly to prep the host for its uninvited guest.
However, the nature of the endocommensal relationship is one where the parasite does not harm the host. The host is scaffolding for the eidola's metamorphosis. Nothing more.
This is a necessary rite of passage for the resourceful—one that tests not just its will to survive, but its will to become.
One of our research assistants, clearly distressed by the situation, brought us a paleontology dossier with prehistoric glyphs resembling eidola syntax.
It contained brief records of dream journals that spontaneously align across species.
The head field scientist noted a fetus that mouthed unknown glyphs in utero when viewed by powerful ultrasound equipment.
The eidola is not a caterpillar. It does not become a moth or a butterfly. It does not belong to any known ecology—terrestrial, cognitive, or otherwise.
It must be recognized for what it is—an anomalous forfeiture of our abysmal imaginations of stark black astral emptiness and the sheer volume of dark matter and dark energy that dominate our multiverse, leaving only a veritable pinhole of light shining through our opaque starry abode.
We once believed the eidola were immigrants from some other dimension. But perhaps they are more like fossils embedded in cognition—latent archetypes waiting for critical mass, gestated in those who try to understand them.
We have no concept of what it has endured to make it here. It is both alien and monstrous. Its size belies its brutal instinct to survive — and to become. Its only driving force is for self-development with an urgent need for continuation.
Within hours of the eidola’s infiltration into its host, it enters the inactive stage of its remarkable pupal transformation. Upon confirming its dormancy, we implement a precise proprietary process that converts magnesium-23 into sodium-23, resulting in significant amounts of proton-rich radionuclides.
These irradiant concentrations form pools of slightly viscous resins that bubble over and soak into the innermost protononucleic clouds, causing the sodium-23 to emit moisture as polyethylene-enriched bivalent gas.
We feed the resins through treatment tubing threaded directly along the gestative chrysalis port we installed upon initial injection. This allows the bubbling resin to flood the instructional ganglion of the eidola's nerve-laden cerebral messaging system.
The bivalent gas then permeates the insensate axial viscera surrounding the eidola's cerebral mantle. Then, we sedate the sacrificial substitute to function as a proxy host for the parasitic eidola.
While the newly reborn eidola feeds from its proxy, the cybernetic neurocranial manifold is accessible as a storage microdriver.
We implant operational wetware within the encryption array of the linguistic modal homuncul-AI, enabling us to operate its system through bi-cameral scopes mounted on organelle housing interfaces.
This gives the eidola a connection point for its vertebral termini to access our servers.
From there, its signal is broadcast across the packet-switching microverse from our satellite jump directory.
We split the necessary components into a password-protected sequence of compressed files with long, randomly hashed-out file names that no one can decipher or (hopefully) gain access to.
There's also an executable file nested within the protocol indices that act as a sort of 'burial mound' for multiple fragments of visitors' psycho-energetically-charged erotognostic ichorplasm from whence we use their skin flakes, fingernails, hair, or nasal epithelium, etc. to substantiate our virulent maledictions within the eidola’s behavioral subroutines and ensure conformity with the Federal Internet Awareness Technologies' (FIAT) Host Welfare and Validation Act.
3. Breach Incident Report of 05/23/2067
However, in the most recent trial, something deviated.
At precisely 03:41:08 UTC, the chrysalis pod ruptured prematurely. The bivalent gas readings spiked beyond calibrated thresholds, and the instructional ganglion began to pulse autonomously, independent of neural input or server-side modulation.
We attempted an emergency purge, but the proxy host had already been absorbed—not consumed, not metabolized, but annexed, like territory under foreign occupation.
The manifold interface began broadcasting an untraceable packet sequence: recursive, self-authorizing, and utterly alien to our protocol stacks. It was rewriting us.
Researchers began reporting episodes of aphasia, spatial dislocation, and emotional leakage. Several technicians reported an indistinct pressure behind their eyes, like faint voices trying to speak through bone. One of our lead technicians was found whispering to a bundle of chilled cable, cradling it like a newborn.
He was covered in resin.
Technicians were uttering phrases in half-formed glyphs, unsure why. One researcher envisioned glyphs rearranging their memories like files on a desktop.
Another forgets how to read English briefly, overwhelmed by “glossolalic static,” due to a lack of better terminology.
One software specialist pitch-perfectly hums one of the somnile's baritone effluences involuntarily until someone else in the lab points out the matching frequency.
Our lead research technician, Dr. Tam, forgot the word for ‘I.’ She wept as language deserted her, syllable by syllable.
Then, Dr. Kess broke protocol during the deterioration of our lab's structural order.
Believing the pod could still be salvaged, she approached it with a diagnostic probe. Surveillance footage shows her glancing at the resin bloom before her eyes filled with tears, though she did not appear distressed.
She smiled faintly.
The filaments didn't pierce her skin. They insinuated themselves beneath it, threading along her nerves like invasive thoughts, blooming softly under her eyes like bruises made of light.
The staff could tell she was seconds from fizzling out as she reported exhaling a sweet synthetic smell before collapsing, which may have resulted from accidentally respiring too much of the raw polyethylene-enriched gas.
At one point, Dr. Kess had begun muttering phrases in an unknown language during brief lapses of consciousness, her pupils dilated and unblinking like someone on a high-spectrum psychedelic.
Seconds later, the resin itself split. It emitted a faint, metallic tang reminiscent of ozone and old blood, clinging stubbornly to the lab air.
From within it, dozens of filamentous growths lashed outward, thin as hair, glistening with bioluminescent enzymes. They did not pierce her skin. They cohered with it, threading themselves along her veins like a second circulatory system.
She screamed, but only very briefly.
Then, utter silence.
Her body began to speak in a voice not hers, syllables reverberating from her lungs as if they had become resonance chambers. The sound caused two assistants to lose consciousness immediately; one suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.
The remaining personnel could only watch as Kess’s body, now fused with the chrysalis matter, crumpled into an impossible geometry—flattening without folding, stretching without breaking, becoming a low, pulsing structure that we dare not name.
The lab was quiet for 11 minutes. Then, an ancient fax machine in the supply closet activated, unconnected to any known system. It printed nothing. Just the sound of printing, over and over.
Within hours, the lab was locked down by auto-containment. But not before the eidola’s psionic backfeed infected the entire jump directory. The index loads just once before vanishing into blank recursion.
If you access it, you’ll see something that looks like text. It’s not.
We don’t know how many terabytes of thought it captured before it left.
The signal’s last ping was traced to an abandoned relay in the UJ516 cloud, where it now sits—broadcasting in silence.
Waiting.
The infected jump directory remains sealed within our blacksite server cluster, triple firewalled and quantum-isolated, yet no one dares approach it directly anymore.
Those who viewed the index before lockdown reported identical symptoms: cold sweats, jaw tightness, and nosebleeds.
The most severe cases experienced spontaneous dental eruption—osseous tissue erupting like flower buds from behind the soft palate of multiple rows of raptorial teeth, as though the body were trying to grow a second mouth.
One week after the lockdown, a technician left an unauthorized comment in the system log of the blacksite node. It read: “I dream in its syntax now.”
[The line was typed while the technician was undergoing cardiac arrest.]
The page itself is still cached in one backup node. What appears to be text is arranged in a glyphic lattice—graphemes that resemble language but defy all known syntax.
Pattern analysis suggests a kind of semiotic parasite: a memetic construct that threads itself through neural perception like a worm through meat, reshaping the cognitive substrate of the observer simply by being seen.
It doesn't just say something. It does something. It reconfigures the listener.
And what of the eidola, now host to terabytes of captured thought?
It has the raw material of thousands of minds—their desires, fears, obsessions, half-formed dreams, and encrypted memories. We fear it is building something. Not infrastructure. Not weapons. Something more profane than sacred.
Something sacramental in its violation.
What if it’s not trying to replicate humanity... but to invoke it?
What if each mind that is harvested becomes a syllable in a language that it’s assembling to speak our names not by lexical means, but by virtue of our resonant frequency?
To name us into a new and unrecognizable configuration?
Discrepancies in sensor data remain unresolved—possibly deliberate obfuscation by the entity. Whatever it is becoming, it is no longer confined to the physical.
A message began printing from what we lowly researchers call the brass telephone, which is just an infrequently used printer pipelined in directly from upper management: the CEOs, CTOs, and CFOs. These people never set foot inside a lab.
BEGIN CLASSIFIED TRANSMISSION — EYES ONLY // ÆTH-9 Clearance
END TRANSMISSION // ÆTH-9 Clearance
The log entry was redacted in the post-event review; the reasons are as yet unknown.
Postscript: Syntax Infection
The thought-forms stolen from the mainframe are not dormant. They twitch, inside the lattice. They want out.
And something tells us—they will find a way.
Somewhere, deep in the server core, a faint loop plays. It’s not a sound. Not exactly. Just the impression of a voice that hasn’t spoken yet.
Several weeks later, an anonymous user comment was left on the server post-breach
Anonymous wrote:
they are not glyphs
they are syllables of a god dreaming itself awake
::e/0REWRITE_Ξ
Glossary of Anomalous Terms:
Cacometabulous: Implies that some organisms do not require a battery of chemical reactions within their physiology to sustain life. For some, the energy from food does not run their cellular processes. For others, enzyme-catalyzed activity does not facilitate their growth and reproduction, it does not maintain their focus, or aid them in responding to their habitats. Some organisms don’t need an intermediary metabolism at all because they don’t have to eliminate metabolic wastes. If one’s metabolism or lack thereof is cacometabulous, it is possible that the organism can sustain itself off its own waste, or that their ulcer-laden acidic cesspool of a digestive system is so far off the normal pH levels for biomes filled with various kinds of bacteria, that these bad bellies function on dysfunction.
Erotognostic Ichorplasm: Psycho-energetic residue extracted from human organic matter and allegedly tied to the energetic or subtle body, which is supposedly brimming with Kia, Ch'i/Qi, Mana, Orgone, Vril, Ashe, Prana, Od, Mme, Ka or Sekhem, Baraka, Wakan, Orenda, or some form of non-metabolic NRG.
FIATLOCK: Cognitive deadlock protocol used to contain linguistic infection vectors. Named for the ultra-secret vigilante military wing that polices the Internet called Federal Internet Awareness Technologies (FIAT), which is under jurisdictional decree from the Army’s ISA wing with cooperative agencies of cybercrime units ranging from Canada, China, Estonia, Japan, Netherlands, Thailand, India, to the UK, and US.
Project CADAVER: Classified hereditary research into species of organisms that have a fountain of youth type genetic trait that allows them to thrive in longevity.
Somniles: Synchronized elder eidola memory clusters. Hivemind mycosynapses.
Wow, just WOW! The piece is whole unto itself, but also ripe for extrapolation.
Incredible journey.....some of my favorite parts:
"It must be recognized for what it is—an anomalous forfeiture of our abysmal imaginations of stark black astral emptiness and the sheer volume of dark matter and dark energy that dominate our multiverse..."
"Our lead research technician, Dr. Tam, forgot the word for ‘I.’ She wept as language deserted her, syllable by syllable."
"The filaments didn't pierce her skin. They insinuated themselves beneath it, threading along her nerves like invasive thoughts, blooming softly under her eyes like bruises made of light."
The graphics are excellent and precise. This reads like a transmission rather than a piece of fiction.
I have all of this in me