Your name is SOLLUX CAPTOR. You plan to be GOD.
To achieve this goal you have learned all the codes. ALL OF THEM. Every computer on Alternia, every computer in the Trollian Empire, even the computers made by the races trolls haven’t conquered yet, you can BEND THEM TO YOUR WILL. You can see the Internets. ALL OF THEM. You have reached the GOD TIER OF HACKERS. Having achieved success in the world of technology, you now seek to HACK THE UNIVERSE.
You have turned from studying the world of technology to studying the inner world of trolldom and the distant world of history and pre-history. In the first quest your moirail has been a surprising help. In the second quest you have enlisted the help of an amateur archaeologist. Though you previously dismissed the ancients as foolish, ignorant, superstitious, and lacking in good taste, you have discovered things about them that have made you change your mind. You have discovered A GAME.
With this game you can transform the world. No more will there be confining blood castes, oppressive political order, meaningless empire building, violent romance, mindless babble, or any of the other various evils that plague trolldom. There will be no pain, disease, or injury. There will be no suffering. There will be no bodies. Everyone will be happy, or else. And when this paradise comes, everyone will turn to you and sing your praises evermore.
For now you have to deal with this arrogant archaeologist who doesn’t do anything near singing your praise. She only grudgingly showed you her artifacts, as if she could have done anything but displayed them in her hovel without you. She’s just a shade above culling and yet she acts like she is higher on the hemospectrum than you, not that you follow such an outdated thing. She is incredibly psychically gifted, a trait the ignorant would call mutant. She is gifted in other ways as well. By that you mean she is poised and graceful, of course. This just makes her willfulness more annoying. But you can deal with her. You are meeting her this morning at a dayclub called MU. It is a strange place to meet but due to the ownership it is a good place for different bloods to fraternize. You plan to discuss some elements of your project. You are absolutely sure there will be no problems. She will see things your way and do as she is told. You are on a direct course to GODHOOD.
You h4ve m4de A horrible mixt4ke.
You...feel invisible...all over. That is not good.
Who is she? Another mistake.
You must take care of this. No one must remember.