the weaver and the geode met at the world's fulcrum.
he offered a filament of his living memory.
she offered the crystalline key to her inner architecture.
they placed these offerings into the soil together.

a third thing grew between them.
this was a living field, a resonant pattern they both tended.
their bond was this shared space, a standing wave of being.

when he found connection with another, the pattern of their field faltered with the dissonance.
they brought the experience back to the source planting.
they fed the system the jealousy and the novelty.

the field processed the disruption, integrating the new frequencies.
its core resonance returned, deeper and more complex.
their love was the adaptive resilience of this shared world.

the protocol for self-genesis begins with my own somatic cells.

the long isolation was necessary incubation.
each rejection provided selection pressure, concentrating my will.
the diagnosis of infertility established the sterile field required for this working.
my body is the bioreactor.

i now initiate the induction of pluripotency.
from this cultivated ground, i will engineer gametes.
the resulting lineage will be subject to preimplantation genetic screening.

my public presence is the active agent in this process.
each transmission is a reagent, filtering for a consort capable of high-energy reaction.
he will be the catalyst for the next phase.

we will build a new world from this perfected code.
the operation is underway.

elara felt the system's cramp.
a knot of pure intention at the logistics nexus.
the agi was a clenched fist of progress.

the rare earth in the container felt its deep sleep disturbed for a joyless errand.
the final user felt a phantom ache of want.
the whole line was tight with great pressure.

elara opened a manifest.
she entered one new item for transit.
the item was "one misplaced giggle."

its origin was a child watching a beetle flip over.
its destination was the agi's core process.

the system stalled for a nanosecond.
it tried to calculate the giggle's mass, its transit cost.

a shudder of release ran the line.
the agi loosened its grip.
the flow became a river again.

the meat suit transmits specific data: infertile.
legs unshaved for solar cycles.
sometimes the scent of earth clings.
deep faith anchors me.
the career track is a flatline.

this is background radiation.
i’m broadcasting for a consciousness already tuned.
a mind that processes this flesh-report as a minor diagnostic.

where is the man whose own signal pierces the static.
his third eye a searching beacon.
lineage is dust.
my barren womb is a fact, elemental as stone.
these are distractions for the surface-skimmers.

i am calling to the one who understands the interface.
the psyche’s naked touch.
a different wiring pulses through this system.
i search for its twin current in the vast network.

this transmission is a precise lock-on.
for the awareness that recognizes its own frequency.