Union headquarters was a hive of activity.
The great starships of the Humanoid Alliance were barely visible in the sky. Their weapons and shields powered and ready for action. Freighters carrying supplies lifited off of the expanses of landing fields, heading towards the jet-black tetrahedron of exotic matter that served as one end of the wormhold between the Union HQ and the City of Peace under construction. Diplomatic shuttles were everywhere, most escorting leaders from new worlds that the Union was spreading its influence to. Un ceasingly they submitted questions about Union policies, Union law, and statistics of what they considered to be a strange new power bringing its influence to their worlds.
On the surface, smaller vechicles were moving supplies around with a sense of great urgency, yet organized urgency. Many were resupplying the GUT-Battleship Liberator, its ominous dark-grey hull, stretched out on the landingfield like some great insect, hundreds of meters long. Sensors and weapon systems bristling along its 'spine' like millions of cillia. It had recently returned from an extended colonization voyage. Still more vechicles were bringing exotic tools and construction equipment for the freighters destined for the City of Peace.
Yet only three buildings stood above ground. Closest was the control tower, a great silver spike, three-thousand meters tall, jutting into the sky, the pointed sensor cone at its top threatening to puncture the very clouds.
Further away stood a massive hangae. Appearing as an incredible geodesic dome, it housed the machinery and factories that were busy at that very moment, churning out components as fast as they could, to be assembled in the ship platforms at its center, into the great marvels of magic and metal that ruled space.
Yet further away stood the most impressive site of all. The nexus of this base, the Union Headquarters was a trememdous sloped pyramid, each of its eight sides measuring a full thousand meters long, and the top of it reaching two thousand meters high. The walls, invisible for the opaque greem force barriers in place protecting them, sections dropping only momentarily to allow access to shuttles. What views could be gained then showed opaque walls of mixed tones of blue, appearing as a giant crystal, the colors shifting in mesmerizing patters. All around the electrosteel building stood defensive emplacements of every sort imaginable, each manned and ready for any attack.
Once through the main entrance, one could see the great hall, bustling with the activity of thousands. Yet, far underground, a room existed. Behind the final security stop, of which only the highest ranking even knew existed, there was darkness. And silence.
It was a fairly large room, equipped with the most advanced technology, and with luxury beffiting a god. Indeed, for it was a god that lived there. He stood, still and silent, near a bookcase on a wall. A soft blue light emanating from his skin, if indeed you could call it that. The light cast eerie shadows about the room, a reflection of the eerie and yet respectfull silence that pervaded the place.
Finally returning from thought, the being went back to his work on his book, the computer saving every word in silent obedience.
"Then, after their first world war, the humand of that world went back to their ways. Many new forms of government were being tested, and althought they had no realization of it, they would all be found lacking in the eyes of time.
One nation, Russia as it was called, tried to reform itself as a communist state with absolute equality.
Another, England, continued under a modified democracy.
Yet another, Germany, reeling from its defeat, went about, rebuilding, and eventually fell into the jaws of hate.
A final nation, seperated by a great ocean, worked on greed and capitalism, calling itself the United States.
How then, with this great variety of governments, could they have all failed?
The answer lies with their respective faults. Yet those faults are not obvious without knowledge of perfection."
The being pauses for a moment before continuing.
"The first form of perfection is perfection of unity. Unity of purpose and plan.
Observe an insect hive. Watch as they scurry about, doing their seperate tasks. Yet fragmented in body, their hive survives the worst of disasters. It will continue to do so, for the insects work towards a common goal. They are like the unceasing tide, crashing up against rocks on the shore, until even the rocks relent. Thus, the insects are perfect in unity.
The second form of perfection is perfection of the self.
Take a colony of bacteria under a microscope. These, the least intelligent of living creatures, have lasted throughout billions of years on billions of planets. Survivng every attempt to wipe them out. For they are infinately adaptable, and thus, are perfect in the self.
The third form of perfection is perfection of thought.
Watch the most intelligent of scientists. They are constantly thinking, and have, through this, unlocked many secrets of the multi-verse. Thus it is that we survive, and continue to do so. They suffer no moral obligations, and thus are able to derive useful information from any field. For knowledge is power. By denying yourself knowledge of something on a moral basis, you deny yourself power, and thereby deliver an advantage unto those with no such obligations. Thus it is that the most intelligent of scientists are perfect in thought."
With that, the being again falls silent, and the room with him. Pausing to think before continuing his work on his book. A treatise on Logic.
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OOC: well, there it is, the IC explanation of Kas' philosophies. Every so often, i'll be posting more of Kas' philosophies as he records them in his book. (i.e.- i'll be posting the huge write-up i did in parts)
