It is common practice in the Federation of Alliance Governments to classify extradimensional entities based on anomalous ability profiles. Often abbreviated to "aaa," it is essentially a hierarchical list ranking various paranormal phenomena from least to most dangerous. A creature from beyond the Veil is considered a tertiary entity if it exhibits at most 3rd level abilities. To a large extent, that's all that matters. Factors such as size, strength, speed, and durability of physical form are not factored into the classification, nor is the range and degree of an individual's intelligence. This is why shoggoths are type 1 people, even though they can mop up most type 2 people in direct confrontation. However, stopping a General Goth is a simple matter of firepower, while intelligent and psychically active creatures are much trickier to locate and neutralize.
This is just one example that demonstrates the inherent flaws in the aaa system, but this is Fede
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The best that can be done. Due to the extreme lack of information, it is nearly impossible to accurately assess the level of threat from all the supernatural entities flooding into this reality. AAA's classification system is broad and vague because it includes so many puzzles and variables. Many secrets revolve around the dimensions from which cosmic beings crawl out. This is largely because the Milky Way can't see through the Veil, and even if they could, they wouldn't be able to understand what's behind it. That universe is so alien that it cannot be understood by any mortal mind that is not completely shattered.
To some extent, the opposite is true. At Joe Mulliga
On one side of the dimensional boundary, most cosmic entities are trying to understand some fundamental things about the universe. The biggest problem is matter and the gravity it creates, which are completely foreign concepts to people like Maggie. Time is not, but the aforementioned forces distort its flow, making it strange and confusing. Worse still, the natural forces of order and chaos are nothing more than ideas or concepts. The main connecting thread between these two realities, and indeed the specialty of those who come from beyond the veil, is the power of thought. This is why beings like Mahratrak the Observer are able to access the inhabitants of the galaxy and understand the physical world through them.
Peeping into another dimension is relatively easy, but actually entering it is far from easy. In a cosmic irony, the difficulty of this conversion increases exponentially with the individual's psychic abilities. For example, Third Class beings are unable to manifest many wonderful and terrifying abilities unless they develop and train their consciousness to be highly attuned to their native reality. It is this kinship that inevitably pulls these creatures back to where they came from, like an owner pulling on the leash of a noisy pet. Invaded dimensions also have a natural counterattack, but this counterattack is much weaker.
Of course, there are ways and means to counteract these forces. One method is to forge a suitable vessel and then connect it to a will from the physical plane. The entity can then use this "ship" and "anchor" as a focus, allowing it to maintain and reaffirm its contradictory existence in another dimension. Such is the nature of the bond Maggie and Joe form when they first meet, and Class Three gets a lot out of it. However, while it gives the Observer considerable freedom to research and explore so-called human mysteries, the approach is far from flawless. The biggest problem manifests itself in Star Trek. For unknown reasons, the tear in reality caused by the wormhole generator took her ship and anchor away while leaving behind her alien consciousness. The third category, without any basis, is immediately pulled back to its original dimension through the same gap in reality, regardless of its own wishes.
The surge in share prices following Cairothelli's unexpected departure was no different. Malaslak is like an explosion of ink in a sea of gray nothingness, its massive body dotted with countless mismatched eyes. Its bland surroundings are tinted red as the creature is once again torn away from Joe, frustrated. The commotion soon died away, as did the emotions that had created it. The observer then checks for any messages or pending communications waiting for its return. The only such instance was a communication from one of its siblings simply saying: "Well done, you big-eyed bitch." Magh '
ahlak responded with an email reminding Kelogh ' the
ylThis is definitely not a female dog. It knows that's not what "devourer" means, but also knows that a literal response is sure to annoy its confused opponent. The Observer didn't take issue with the "eyes widening" part, though. It's technically true, and in a way, it's kind of cute.
Cosmic competition aside, this news alerted The Observer to a specific problem. That is, an agreement between it and its siblings. "The Devourer" agrees not to seduce Joe Mulligan in exchange for a certain number of pancakes. Malaslak kept his promise, but his siblings went after Joe. sorted. Strictly speaking, what happened was not an attempt at seduction. However, it's close enough to perhaps count as a breach of protocol. The Observer is not 100% sure about this and is mainly motivated by some wishful thinking about further revenge.
For better or worse, Maraslak had no authority over these matters. The law of order stipulates that uncertain matters must be submitted to the judge Yagrata for final decision. It will take some time to attract the attention of the highest authorities, but the Observer is in no hurry. Seconds in its home realm are much faster than Joe's home dimension. It has about an hour before it's summoned back, hopefully with a kiss, and there's nothing else to keep it busy until then. The entity of order, then, feels the need to eliminate uncertainty from its thoughts, as is dictated by its very nature.
Magi's astral self imagined itself in the realm of the Inquisitor, and then it came true. The Observer finds himself surrounded by projected images of perfectly proportioned geometric shapes, mostly cubes and octahedrons. Its stretched, tendriled shape was quickly and painlessly compressed until the entity became a twenty-sided equilateral structure, each face adorned with a different set of eyes. The nearest cube moves closer until it is close enough to invade the visitor's personal space, if such a thing exists in the universe. Then it turned once around each axis, its monotonous thoughts interrupting each movement.
"Entity'
athlak. Title, Observer. Alignment, order. "
Then it did the exact same reverse motion.
"Access log. Adjustment welcome."
The cube emits a soothing yellow light that lasts 1.3701 seconds.
"Copy that." Maggie replied in a calm and controlled voice. "Request, open new query."
"Admitted. Nature of inquiry submitted."
“Investigations into possible breaches of obligations.”
"Admit. Submit evidence of alleged breach of obligation."
A thin band of white light began to pour out of one of the Observer's eyes, almost as if it were printing an inhumanly long receipt.
"Present a chain of memories," it declares.
The Cube Staff opens like a cardboard box, and inside is a collection of much smaller boxes containing similarly glowing strips of light. The containers were quickly moved around until an empty one was brought to the front. Then, for lack of a better word, it absorbs the chain of memories provided and the whole arrangement closes up like a nested filing cabinet.
"Roger. Analysis begins."
Magh'
The athlak patiently rotates around its twenty-sided self, awaiting judgment. Although it looks very simple and basic, the cube it just spoke to is actually part of the Agra Akron's consciousness, like most of the other shapes nearby. To increase efficiency, the arbiter exists in this state, allowing it to handle millions of queries simultaneously. This does not come at the expense of the quality of the work being done, as everything is thoroughly reviewed and carefully considered before judgment is made. Of course, some cases are more difficult and complex than others and therefore require more time and internal deliberations to resolve. The Observer's plight is one such event, as expected. If the solution is clear, you should solve the problem yourself rather than handing it over to the highest authority.
In other words, is this process dragging on for too long? Maraslak wasn't worried at first, but it went on for so long that it was almost time for its consciousness to be pulled back to Maggie's lovely form . Alternating waves of green and red emanate from its being, a sign of its growing urgency and desire to end this so it can return to Joe. Thankfully, the cube quickly stopped counting, though not for the reason Maggie had hoped.
"Alert, the evidence submitted is deemed insufficient to make a judgment," it declared. "Joe Mulligan, full story on submission target"
The Observer's annoyance immediately disappeared, replaced by a moment of hesitation. Is it really necessary to reveal everything it knows about this person? Actually, yes. Perhaps it had not been so a moment ago, but the moment the Inquisitor decided it was so, it became so. After overcoming this temporary obstacle, Malaslak quickly produced more than 120 memory chains, each much longer than the first. Encoded inside is every observation Class Three has made since coming into contact with Joe, hence this ridiculous volume. However, these things are folded up and filed away in this cube fragment.
"Received. Phase 2 analysis begins."
Then...more waiting, interrupted by even stronger impatience from the third-level entity.
"Emergency detected," the cube noted. "Requesting confirmation."
"confirmed".
"Acknowledged. Notify the Maraslak entity once analysis is complete."
"……I see."
A pure white light enveloped the Level 3 entity for several seconds before fading away. This reaction would also usually result in an imperceptible twinkle in Maggie's eyes—a sign of the Observer's newfound knowledge. In fact, it seems obvious in retrospect, but the entity hadn't really considered the possibility that it didn't need to sit there all the time waiting for the debris to do its thing. After all, it never had anywhere else to go before meeting Joe.
“Understanding is neither acceptance nor rejection,” Cube points out.
"Add an apology. Accept the offer."
"admit".
Now that the matter no longer required its immediate attention, Malatrak imagined himself back in his previous position. Now free of the fifth-level shard, its icosahedral form is free to expand into its usual multi-eyed, multi-tentacled mass of psionic energy. Then, calmly and peacefully, it waited another moment before it felt a familiar pull. It gave in, and after an experience that would have turned anything stomach-turning, Maggie giggled happily and Joe's lips pulled away from hers.
"You know, that never gets old," the man said with a smile.
"What do you mean?"
"This. The 'Wake Up Sleeping Beauty' thing. No wonder they want to shoehorn this into every fairy tale movie."
The girl's smile became even brighter. She couldn't quite understand why he was so happy about something so inconsequential, but he was, which in turn made her happy. The relationship may have started as a curious experiment, but at some point Maggie realized it was more than just a distraction or novelty. Give and receive love, allow yourself to feel rather than just think – companionship is a truly wonderful thing. She had missed so much in the past thousand years, and she didn't want to imagine going back to the past. So, instead of doing that, she chose to focus on the present.
"Indeed. I think it's also novel to play an incompetent female character."
"Ah, here we go again." He sighed.
"Oh," she realized. “Clinical talk kills the mood, doesn’t it?”
"Yes."
"…There's something else bothering you, isn't it?"
"…Yes."
"Is it because you are about to meet your father and you just recently discovered that he has been lying to you?"
"No, it's because the restaurant's tea biscuits are sold out."
Her first reaction was to glare at the lie. This sentence was immediately interrupted by her fully developed sense of irony. She concluded that the obvious lie was deliberately used as a means of communication and that telling an obvious lie was detrimental to the conversation. Maggie agreed and began formulating an appropriate response. She came up with four options - rolling her eyes and sighing, nodding and smiling, pretending not to hear, and being sarcastic. She decided that the third option was the best one because it allowed her to more succinctly explain the root cause of Joe's attitude, a conclusion she arrived at in less than a third of a second in total.
"I'm right here with you," she said soothingly.
"I know," he smiled, then frowned. "By the way, the restaurant has sold out of tea biscuits."
"What? How?"
"I don't know. Someone announced it when you were out."
"This is unacceptable," Maggie fumed. "There are only 17.3 minutes and 6 seconds until tea time. How can we have afternoon tea without biscuits?"
The girl didn't particularly care about the snacks themselves, but she had accepted that afternoon tea with biscuits was a natural thing.
"Exactly!" Joe agreed with her. "You'd think a British ship would make sure they were well stocked with biscuits - Kelly ate most of them, didn't she?"
"indeed."
"Ah, gays."
While this conversation was going on, part of Maggie's massive brain had hacked into the spacecraft's surveillance system. By reviewing recordings from kitchen security cameras, she found a second reason for the shortage. It seems that a staff member did not properly keep the storage boxes related to interstellar transportation. The container floated when artificial gravity was turned off before the jump, then plummeted when it was restarted after the jump. No doubt the crunchy snack will be smashed to pieces in the process, meaning tea time is either canceled or incorrectly scheduled. Unless, of course, Maggie uses her molecular manipulation powers to put the cookies back together again. Doing so takes some time and effort, not to mention it attracts a lot of unwanted attention. The only question is whether all this trouble is worth it just to make her boyfriend happy.
The answer is "absolutely".
"Do you want me to solve the cookie crisis?" she said.
"No, it's okay. We can have scones instead."
Maggie wasn't sure what it was, so she mentally searched an online dictionary database. According to this version, a scone is a small unsweetened or lightly sweetened cake made with flour, fat, and milk, sometimes with fruit added. She didn't say the definition out loud because Joe didn't like it when she sounded "robotic" every time she "taught a lesson exactly from the textbook." She would occasionally do that whenever she wanted to press her point in an argument, but this wasn't that kind of conversation.
"Are scones an acceptable substitute for biscuits?" she asked.
"Oh, by the way, you've never had any. They're good, yes. Not that great, but ok in a pinch."
"I understand," Maggie's eyes sparkled. "In that case, I'd like it with starberry jam."
"You know there are alternatives to Starberry Jam, right?"
"I know," she nodded sagely.
"I mean, are you sure you don't want to try something else?" he suggested.
"Why would I do this?" Starberry jam is my favorite. "
"I know, but if you only have your favorites, you'll get bored."
"If that were the case, my feelings for you wouldn't grow with each passing day."
Joe sucked in a sharp breath, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and looked away while his heart rate spiked slightly. Maggie learned to interpret this reaction as "I can't believe my weird girlfriend is so cute." She didn't expect the nonverbal compliments she'd receive when she told her truth, but she accepted it anyway.
"So, would you please serve my muffins with starberry jam?" she asked happily.
"Yes," the man squeaked.
With this little problem solved, Maggie could stay with Joe as much as she wanted, as long as Joe felt comfortable. Thankfully, that's all she has. In addition, being present at Kelothelir's "emergency evacuation" seemed to have a positive impact on his treatment of space phobia. Since then, he no longer shows signs of anxiety or nervousness while stargazing and is able to calmly enjoy the view of the universe with Maggie. The girl watched him for a few days to see if he would relapse. Once she was convinced that wasn't going to happen, she decided it was time to give it one last push.
"Jo, I need a difficult favor from you," she said after breakfast.
"Well, okay?" he answered cautiously. "I mean, if that's all I can do, then sure, let's hear it." "
"I want to go spacewalking with you."
In the past, the man would have rejected the offer immediately and vehemently. However, just as he does now, Joe takes comfort in knowing that his safety is guaranteed by both modern space technology and his fellow "space wizards". The thought of donning a spacesuit and heading into space still scares him, but it's a controlled, measured worry rather than irrational panic. Therefore, it only takes a few minutes for the man to muster up enough courage to overcome his remaining fears.
"Okay," he nodded. "let us start."
The couple walked decisively toward one of the airlocks. The ship is currently maintaining a high orbit above the planet Gravel 7, which means passengers can choose to "swim." Joe and Maggie got a cutting-edge suit and helmet that was so light it felt right at home on the bike. A service machine triple-checked all the equipment to make sure the couple understood what they should and shouldn't do. During this half-hour of preparation, Joe's anxiety slowly but surely rose, to the point where he found it difficult to focus on the robot's pre-recorded words. Luckily, these instructions are pretty basic and obvious things like "don't poke holes in your suit" and "don't untie the ties."
All the checks and mandatory safety lectures were done, and Joe and Maggie stood in the relatively cramped airlock. A display on the wall told them that the air was being sucked out. After a few seconds, the light changed from blue to green and the hydraulic door opened with an inaudible hiss. The man hesitated, wavered, as if paralyzed. The girl expected this and she gripped his shoulders tightly, reminding him that there was nothing to be afraid of. Joe immediately understood her intention and relaxed a little. He took a few more breaths to strengthen himself, then kicked towards the void on the other side of the airlock. As he crossed the threshold smoothly, he couldn't help but stand up. Before he knew it, he had officially left the ship and was floating in space.
Then, as if someone flipped a switch in his head, the shock and anxiety were replaced by a relaxed sense of freedom. This is largely due to how easy and intuitive it is to move around in zero gravity. All he has to do is head in a specific direction, or turn around in a certain way, and the suit does the rest. Its onboard computer would read his thoughts through his implants and then operate an array of microjet on his backpack to his will. It can even compensate for any limb swinging or body twisting to a great extent. There's no danger of the Joe running out of fuel, power, or air, either, because all of that is provided by the boat via the tether tube. It's just one of several redundant systems that keep him safe.
Seeing and experiencing all of these characteristics firsthand brought a sudden peace of mind to Joe. He had been told these things before, but his subconscious had never believed them until now. Once the doubt is gone, he can run around like a little kid. He'd experienced this many times in virtual reality, but, as always, there was a unique thrill to doing it in reality. He was so engrossed that it took him almost a minute to remember that he had someone special to share his excitement with. He gave the order in his head, turned around and walked towards Maggie, only to freeze again. He hesitated for a moment and finally spoke, but she couldn't hear him. This is natural since sound cannot travel in a vacuum. Their spacesuits were equipped with short-range radios for this reason, and the Observer had no trouble receiving and deciphering Joe's signal.
"Maggie? Where's your spacesuit? This sentence came from here.
"I slipped out," she told him telepathically.
"But... why?"
"I feel uncomfortable."
"Ah. You should already know."
He forgot for a moment that she disliked wearing helmets because they prevented her from twisting her hair.
"Do you want me to put it back on?"
Joe paused again as he considered the question. Maggie idly wondered if this was really a brain job. Ah, no, she knew that face. The man is torn between adhering to his personal preferences and respecting the girl's wishes. He probably thought she looked rather spectacular in her form-fitting spacesuit, judging by the repeated glances he couldn't help but cast her way while they were still in the airlock. He would do this every time she put on a new outfit that even slightly showed off her feminine curves, a pattern Maggie internally referred to as the "Cosplay effect." She certainly appreciated the extra attention, even though in this case, she really didn't want to wear something like that. Of course, she would still do it if he asked her to.
"No, it's okay," he finally replied. "You're perfect just the way you are."
Maggie was once again pleasantly surprised by this unexpected compliment. She didn't even try to suppress the faint blush that crept onto her pale cheeks as she moved closer to the one she loved. She held out her hands, and Joe took them without hesitation. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the mask to show her affection and gratitude. Of course, she would have preferred the gesture to be more appropriate, but for now that was all she could do. Maggie then sensed a hint of frustration coming from Joe, which she suspected reflected her own.
"Do you want to go back and make out with me?" she said.
"You can't believe it."
So the couple did just that, although in their haste they forgot to wipe Maggie's lipstick off Joe's visor, leaving a very confused technician to wonder where and when that mess came from of. Granted, this was far from the strangest thing that happened on the voyage. Despite Maggie's best efforts, she cannot erase all traces of her paranormal activity and the unwelcome arrivals and sudden departures of her siblings. The leftovers were sure to eventually attract the attention of the paranormal eviction agency, but she wasn't worried. That's not to say she went on the cruise without their knowledge or permission. The most they can do is ask questions about "Kelly" and Maggie will answer them truthfully. In fact, if it weren't for Chief Millington's fan club trick, she would have turned her brother in long ago.
So, this time, Maggie allowed herself to take some shortcuts and focus on more important things. Just like Joe. This person has more or less completely overcome his personal shortcomings through his own will and determination. Sure, she had help, but she wouldn't dare claim it as her own in any way, shape, or form. More importantly, Joe is finally ready to face his father. From what his mother told them, Barry Mulligan was forced to work around the clock while serving his sentence. That means he'll likely be stationed in a remote location that's impossible to get to without a private shuttle and a fair number of spacewalks. If Joe hadn't gotten his astrophobia under control he wouldn't have traveled. At the very least, he didn't have the wits to carry on the serious conversation that was sure to follow. With the obstacle cleared, the only thing left was to wait until the yacht's course took them to Barry Mulligan.
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) of indentured servitude.
This was the main reason Maggie chose this trip. There were a lot of people in the British Third Reich with disposable pocket money and/or income, so there was no shortage of tourists who wanted to see the universe at their leisure. In turn, this means there are thousands of such voyages taking place at any one time. It is almost inevitable that at least one of these yachts will pass through the Marton System. That said, it's still pretty lucky that a suitable cruise ship happens to pass by the Bad Pound 4 shortly after Joe decides to face his fears and confront his father. If not, then he may have lost his nerve before the right opportunity presented itself. His resolve is likely to be shaken before the Queen Mary reaches Malton, and Maggie must be there to encourage and support him throughout. She couldn't allow herself to be distracted.
So while she was once again back in her native dimension, Maggie decided to put off examining the query she'd submitted to the Adjudicator. Yes, the results notification was waiting for her. Yes, she did wonder what consequences - if any - would befall her siblings. However, Joe's personal and family problems are more pressing concerns, and Maggie doesn't want to get her thoughts mixed up with Kylo Theriel's shenanigans. That's why she chose not to open the message in question.
It's definitely not because she has a bad feeling.
That's ridiculous.
After all, third-order entities do not recognize concepts as flimsy and illogical as "bad feelings."
