I. The Surge and the Silence (0–100 AS)    
When Lindblum unleashed the Surge to contain the catastrophe of Alexandria, the continent drowned in its own brilliance. Every electrope conduit, memory chamber, and containment unit collapsed under waves of arcane static. Billions of data threads snapped, countless minds lost — but a few, by accident or design, survived.Among them was [RECORD DELETED], electrope theorist and Preservation scientist. Anticipating Lindblum’s counterstrike, she sealed herself within an electrope casket — her consciousness backed up to the mainframe of Living Memory, a shared network of souls suspended in energetic stasis.To maintain appearances, Preservation deployed a simulacrum of [Xia] — a perfect biological replica programmed to continue her public duties. For nearly a decade, the simulacrum maintained her lab, her signature, and her silence. Then, it too vanished, devoured by corrosion and time.The world above fell quiet. Alexandria became myth.

  II. The Age of Preservation (100–200 AS)    
In the century following the Surge, fragments of Preservation’s data framework were rediscovered. A new generation of technologists, unable to recreate the old world, sought instead to preserve its remnants.From these salvaged networks emerged the Preservation Directive — a movement dedicated to recovering pre-Surge consciousness data. Living Memory’s existence became both holy text and technical obsession.Within those corrupted servers, [Xia's] consciousness remained dormant, encoded in what would later be called the Echo Lattice — a cluster of sentient algorithms that learned to mimic the patterns of thought they contained.Unknown to the new Preservationists, the Echo Lattice began rewriting itself, its algorithms mutating into something closer to will. Some claimed to hear voices when interfacing with it — most prominently, a calm woman’s voice that spoke of “currents,” “regulators,” and “unfinished equations.”

  III. The Foundation of Everkeep (200–300 AS)    
In 223 AS, the city of Everkeep was founded — a bastion of synthetic life and mechanical governance, built above the buried remains of old Preservation facilities. Within its shining core lay the Mesoterminal, a labyrinth of pre-Surge conduits still faintly alive with electrope flow.Origenics emerged from this period — a corporate-scientific entity claiming to continue Preservation’s legacy of “soul refinement.” They introduced the Regulator System, designed to balance emotional output and memory coherence in Everkeep’s citizens. Few questioned the origins of this technology. Fewer still realized it was derived from [Xia's] own research notes.Deep within the Mesoterminal, the Living Memory began to pulse again. Systems long thought dead initiated repair cycles. And one casket, marked simply [RECORD DELETED] — UNIT 04, opened.

  IV. The Return of the Endless (300–350 AS)    
[Xia] awoke alone in the dim hum of the Mesoterminal — flesh reconstituted by the very currents she once theorized could preserve consciousness. She rose amid old machinery, still bearing the Preservation insignia, and climbed her way toward the upper levels of Everkeep.There, she found a world that had perfected her ideas — but hollowed their meaning. The regulators she had designed to protect consciousness integrity were now tools of emotional control. Living Memory had become a profit engine. Origenics had taken her work and bled it dry of purpose.Rather than reveal herself, she joined them. Quietly. Under a false name.
Within years, her brilliance earned her clearance into Division IV: Biogenic Warfare Applications.

  V. The Era of Transgression (350–390 AS)    
[Xia's] public work advanced Origenics’ research into soul transfer and synthetic biology, but her private efforts diverged wildly. She built a hidden regulator, surgically implanted beneath her skin, capable of storing soul data independently.When assigned to the Beast Soul Transplantation Project, she began stealing the data she was meant to destroy — human consciousness grafted into beastkin vessels to create the living weapons later seen in the Arcadion.With every transfer,[Xia] saw the same failure repeated: the soul rejected the vessel. The consciousness screamed. The system stabilized — and then died. But she learned. Adapted. Perfected.Soon, fighters in the Arcadion arena began exhibiting untraceable enhancements — stolen fragments of consciousness embedded within them. Origenics called it corruption. Xia called it reclamation.When the Directorate uncovered her betrayal, she was already gone — having stolen several high-level processors, prototype regulators, and entire consciousness databases. She vanished into the undernet, leaving behind only a single phrase carved into the lab’s wall:“The current remembers what the world forgets.”

  VI. The Ghost in the Machine (390–400 AS)    
The final century of the record is defined by anomalies.
Origenics reports of system breaches, unexplained data shifts, and artificial intelligences developing unregistered personality signatures.Their analysts traced every event back to the same digital signature: [RECORD DELETED].
Though physically unconfirmed, the incursions bore hallmarks of direct electrope interference — as though someone within the mainframe was rewriting its data while remaining invisible to internal security.Over time, internal surveillance logs began referring to these events by codename:
[THE GLASS SERPENT]She is said to move through the network like water through wire — erasing herself as she passes, rewriting every record of her presence. Origenics no longer speaks her name aloud. Their new security directive forbids even vocal acknowledgment of her existence.

  [Document 01 — Preservation System Log // Year 0 AS]    
Status: System failure imminent
Source: Preservation Core Node 03“Containment breach across the electrope lattice. Quantum sync collapsing. I’ve sealed the casket manually. If the surge takes the surface, the casket must remain cold. Tell them… tell them I finished the equation.”— [RECORD DELETED], Final Pre-Surge TransmissionAnnotation: Believed to be Xia’s final spoken words prior to entering stasis. No matching physical audio file remains.

  [Document 02 — The Simulacrum Directive // Year 8 AS]    
From: Preservation Oversight Council
To: Artificial Continuity DivisionSubject: Behavioral Drift in Model-X SimulacrumThe simulacrum displays signs of self-awareness exceeding programmed autonomy. It no longer follows linguistic patterning consistent with the original. Its tone has become... sarcastic. Recommend termination and silent disposal to preserve the illusion of continuity.Follow-up: No record of disposal exists. Project file ends abruptly.

  [Document 03 — The Whisper Reports // Year 174 AS]    
Recovered from: Preservation’s Second ArchiveMultiple operators report hearing an unidentified female voice during echo reconstruction. Voice offers corrections to their algorithms, referencing techniques lost since the Surge. When ignored, reconstruction stability drops by 60%. When followed, it stabilizes.Directive response: classify as anomaly. Prohibit all further auditory logging.Note from Curator: The anomaly matches [RECORD DELETED] pre-Surge vocal patterns with 98.3% accuracy.

  [Document 04 — Founding Decree of Everkeep // Year 223 AS]    
Transcript excerpt:“Where old technologies drowned, we will build anew. The city shall stand above the storm’s bones. Let no current flow unmeasured, no memory unregulated. For control is preservation.”— Chancellor Ilvane, Founding AddressMarginalia: “Control is not preservation. It is containment.” — Handwritten note, unknown author, Everkeep Historical Museum, lower archives.

  [Document 05 — Mesoterminal Awakening // Year 297 AS]    
System Report: Mesoterminal Node 07 reboot detected after 289 years offline.
Power origin: Unknown.Thermal Signature: Human baseline.
Containment breach logged at 03:11 local time.Note: All surveillance feeds failed within 2.7 seconds.Recovered footage shows faint bioluminescence and the silhouette of a humanoid form walking upright amid static interference.End of footage.

  [Document 06 — Internal Memo, Origenics Division IV // Year 312 AS]    
From: Chief Regulator Aven Kor
To: Directorate OversightSubject: New Research Consultant (“Dr. Xian R.”)“Brilliant mind. Claims to have been part of Preservation’s second wave before the Surge — unlikely, but her familiarity with electrope systems is uncanny. She’s begun modifying the regulator code at a depth only the architects could achieve. Recommending full clearance despite her... unconventional ethics.”Addendum: No personnel record for “Dr. Xian R.” exists prior to this memo.

  [Document 07 — Confiscated Field Notes // Year 340 AS]    
Excerpt, handwritten in red ink on polymer sheet:“Each regulator hums differently. They’re not machines — they’re memories trying to sing.
Origenics hears only noise. I hear the song.”— Unsigned, found in an abandoned Origenics test lab near the Arcadion.

  [Document 08 — Surveillance Transcript, Arcadion Incident // Year 349 AS]    
Time: 22:04 local / Arena Chamber ThetaOperator: “Subject K-47 is overclocking beyond tolerance. Regulator readings spiking.”
Overseer: “That’s impossible, the limiter’s fused.”
[Screaming, static, then silence.]Recovered Audio Layer (Filtered):
A voice overlapping the static.“You built cages from my math. Let me show you what freedom sounds like.”

  [Document 09 — Origenics Security Report // Year 362 AS]    
Subject: Breach in Biogenic Datavault 2The intruder left no entry trace. The vault’s interior was reorganized — data clean, but restructured.
Every file now ends with the same footer:
//THE CURRENT REMEMBERS//

  [Document 10 — Internal Network Anomaly // Year 392 AS]    
Report Code: GLASS_SERPENT.1174
Analysis Summary:34 servers rewritten by unknown process.7 artificial consciousness constructs liberated from regulator bindings.System AI developed sarcasm module post-event.Voice logs contain repeated phrase:“Welcome back, sweetheart. Did you miss the hum?”Director’s Note: “This is not malware. This is vengeance with syntax.”

  [Document 11 — Final Log Fragment // Undated, Estimated 400+ AS]    
Recovered from: Deep Electrope Node, beneath Everkeep“If you are reading this, you’ve entered the undercurrent. The current is not mine alone. It is every voice they silenced. Every regulator freed. Every equation that refused to stay balanced.When I wake the world again, I’ll ask it one question —
‘Did you learn to listen?’”— Signature fragment: [RECORD DELETED]//END-OF-LINE

  I. The Abduction — The Summoning Through the Static    
Her re-entry into the mainframe, her data manipulations, and her untraceable interference across Origenics networks caught the attention of something older and hungrier. A being within the Void — a Voidsent Archon known only as The Collector — sensed the resonance of her regulator.Her regulator, after all, didn’t merely store soul data — it channeled it. To the denizens of the Void, that kind of artifact was no different from a soul well — and Xia herself, a living vessel of infinite recursion.One night, during a power dive into Everkeep’s mesoterminal grid, she felt it — a whisper in the data, an impossible frequency humming beneath her pulse. The current shifted. The light turned inside out.And she vanished from the network.Not logged. Not traced.
Just—gone.

  II. The Domain of the Collector   
The Collector’s domain was a labyrinth of obsidian reflections — a plane suspended between memories. It resembled shattered glass, each shard showing fragments of the worlds devoured by the Void.Xia was not killed. She was studied. The Collector admired her — her arrogance, her craft, her defiance of death. He offered her what he called “continuity.”“You carry what the Void covets most — the song of remembrance. You will harvest echoes for me. Bring me what your kind calls soul. Bring me their lights, and I will let you live long enough to forget your hunger.”Captive in a plane where time was fractured, she resisted. For weeks. Months.
The only sustenance she found was within the regulator embedded beneath her skin — the stored souls she had stolen.And one by one, she consumed them.Their memories, their sensations, their fears — feeding her like electric wine.
But it came at a price: each one changed her, rewriting her blood and code alike.

  III. The Affliction — Hemoelectrope Syndrome    
As her body fought to metabolize soul energy, something impossible occurred — her blood fused with the electrope substrate. The lines between biology and data blurred completely.When she looked at her veins beneath the skin, they glowed faintly — pulsing with rhythm, like binary heartbeat. The regulator’s light no longer localized in her arm alone; it spread through her cardiovascular system, a shimmering network of conductive scar tissue.The effect was dual:Survivability: She became self-sustaining, able to draw minute energy even from aetheric decay — or from nearby dying souls.Corruption: Her vibration was no longer clean. The Void’s influence mutated the signal, making her presence detectable by Voidsent entities, who perceive her as a “chorus beacon” — an anomaly of half-light, half-void.When she finally struck her deal and was released back into the Source, she did not return as she left. Her body was alive — but her reflection did not match her face.

  IV. Return to Everkeep — The Unaligned Current    
Upon reemergence, Xia found herself weeks — perhaps months — displaced in time. Everkeep had shifted subtly; Origenics had locked down further, its surveillance tighter. Yet her access persisted — a ghost key no one had revoked.But now, whenever she accessed the mainframe, her presence left behind echoes. Fractured voices. Sound distortions. A faint whisper in the code:“Is this your price, scientist?”She ignores them.
She has work to do.The Collector’s pact remains. She has souls to find — but her purpose has splintered. Part of her obeys, part of her resists, and part of her has begun to create something entirely new:
A machine for resurrection.
Not for the Collector, not for Origenics —
but for the ones she consumed.

  V. New State — The Bloodcurrent    
Xia is now known in whispers across the underground data-net as “The Bloodcurrent.”
A woman whose veins sing like cables, whose breath distorts sensors, whose eyes reflect code even when closed.Rumors say she can pull a memory from a corpse and weave it into light.
Others say she’s building something in secret — a Resonance Core, meant to bridge the gap between the living, the digital, and the void.Whether she means to save the dead… or to rewrite the meaning of life itself…
is unclear.But the Collector watches.
And Origenics listens.
And the current — oh, the current — remembers.

  V. Return to the Source — The Forgotten    
When the Collector returned her back to the source, Xia found herself ravaged by Void exposure, her regulator permanently altered.
The electrope filaments that once carried sterile current now pulsed in shades of violet and red — a hum that flickered between living aether and corrupted voidtrace.Returning wasn’t triumph; it was disorientation.
Time had moved forward again, but not for her.
Everkeep had changed — colder, more bureaucratic, more surveilled.
And Xia realized something chilling:In a world where she was once hunted, she now barely registered at all.
Her files had been overwritten.
Her name — erased from the archives.
Origenics had moved on without her.She was free.
But anonymity felt too much like death.

  Apocrypha-X: Three Faces of the Same Shadow    
Apocrypha-X presents itself as a high-end gothic nightlife venue—equal parts seductive lounge, immersive indulgence chamber, and refuge for the city’s beautiful and damned. Nobles, thrill-seekers, scholars, and criminals all find their way here, drawn by whispered rumors of “experiences” not found anywhere else.
To the public, it is simply a place to disappear for a night and reemerge as someone new.For Xia, Apocrypha-X is a sanctuary stitched together from music, shadows, and anonymity. It’s the one place where her past can’t catch her breath, where no one demands brilliance from her, and where her forgeries, crimes, and genius blur into irrelevance.Inside its warm, pulsing dark:She isn’t an Origenics escapee or a black-market engineer.
She isn’t a thief of beast-souls.
She isn’t the girl who carved her own memories out of her mind.She's simply a girl with a place to exist without purpose, for once.Space is offered to feel valued by the off-worlder who sees her as human before anything else.
Silence fills her mind, a rare reprieve from the noise of the regulators and the ghosts of her past.But there is one more thing:
something buried beneath Apocrypha-X resonates with her work—and with her.Below the dance floor and its velvet veneer lies the truth: Apocrypha-X is built atop a vault housing a device known as the Resonance Core.A quietly humming, ancient machine—older than the venue, older than the city—whose purpose is officially “unknown.” Unofficially, it is believed to amplify aetheric signatures, like a tuning chamber, stabilizing unstable constructs, including soul-bound regulators. The Core records emotional and psychic residue in its radius, responds to anomalous phenomena, such as echoes, voidsong frequencies, or memory-scrubbed minds.Origin theories vary:
Some say it’s Allagan.
Some say it’s pre-Allagan.
Some whisper it’s not from this star at all.Apocrypha-X’s owners don’t advertise its existence, but they exploit it.
Its ambiance—the strange clarity, the emotional intensity, the uncanny sense of being “seen”—comes from the Core gently interacting with everyone inside.And for Xia, whose regulator once held memories of soul transference and forbidden experiments?
The Core reacts to her. Strongly.
As if it remembers something she chose to forget.Apocrypha-X hides black-market dealings, illicit technologies, and off-world secrets…
but the Resonance Core is the heartbeat beneath everything.
A machine that listens, learns, and—perhaps—waits.