Entelechy

“

Boons I grant you, oh bearer mine, but debts must be paid in time.

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Entelechy is a book released with the Collector's Edition of The Final Shape. It is a collection of transcriptions compiled and annotated by Eido in her search to understand the Witness and its motives behind the Final Shape.

Text in this color indicate annotations and findings by Eido.

Scribe Archive XI-2-4A

TYPE: Personal Communications, Unsent Draft
RETRIEVED FROM: Wintership Simiks-Fel // Databank E7619P
ORIGIN: HD 219134 // Unidentified ship, tetrahedral structure, derelict, heavily damaged; left in place
KEYWORDS: Gardener; final shape; HNW047622
IDENTITIES: HNW047622

ANNOTATED TRANSCRIPTION FOLLOWS

I arrived at the garden-to-be to find barren rock, as lifeless as the expanse around it. Just as the surveys said.

It's perfect. Rather, it will be perfect.

The moment I laid eyes on the allotted system, I knew my initial plans had to go. How inelegant they were, those drafts drawn up in smiling ignorance! Only experience could have cured me of such shortsightedness.

Yes, now I can see the path to the [summit/Pyramidion/final shape). Here, the matredda blade-leaves. There, the green-glass isbati blossoms arcing overhead. I have brought enough progenitor material to seed a hundred worlds, never mind five! In time, there will be a grand harvest of panacea* from this garden. I'm sure both you and your [Merciful/Penitent/Benefic]** will be pleased.

I could cover these bare rocks with greenhouses, of course. Rows of neat enclosures, lights in just the right spectra, growth solutions mixed to just the right proportions, microclimate domes calibrated within a fraction of a degree, Very neat. Very efficient. Very, very boring.

After all, that would just be a [reflection/shard/imitation] of System R-3TN-PLRMA, wouldn't it? And you know I've never had any interest in recreating other people's designs. So, just between you and me, here's a little secret: the panacea progenitors weren't all I brought with me.

Heh, I can hear you scolding me now! But there was so much space in the cargo hold, and... well, to be frank, you're not here to disapprove. Besides, if you could see this allotment as I do see the potential writ in the cracks and crevices of every rock, feel the heart-song of their molten cores you would understand.

But you won't need to take my word for it. By the time you can bear to leave work long enough to come visit, my garden will have taken root and grown strong. How lovely it will be, to sit together and listen to the wind whistling through the boughs! Perhaps even you will smile.

Oh, but I mustn't get ahead of myself. Before any of this can happen. I'll need to prepare. I've unfurled the Pergola to capture what I need to weave each planet's atmosphere. The Pergola's sail is so vast that I must cross my ship from vertex to vertex to see around the sparkling cloth.

It's exhilarating. I've wielded the Gardener's*** tools before, but never at such scale. It feels unfair, honestly. You led the development of such marvels, and yet you're leaps away, unable to see the culmination of your hard work. I know you claim it doesn't matter to you as long as you know your work is being put to good use but still! Permit me this idle fancy.

At this rate, it shouldn't take more than a few centuries before I have enough substrate to work with, and then...

Well, you'll just have to come and see the [summit/Pyramidion/ final shape] for yourself, won't you?

HNW047622****

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