Reptiliandude: You were expecting some sort of a Citadel? Like something out of Mass Effect?

That is more likened unto the Consortium. But as for the Assembly… They are the final word on all things. This universe has over two trillion galaxies. Some of them are so old that stellar births have slowed to a crawl or ceased entirely. From these galaxies are beings so old that they have transcended this form of matter entirely.

In their midst, is a fractal being of immense power. It is a multidimensional entity. His sustenance is knowledge. Those packets of data flowing like blood through a shattered singularity flow directly through him and from him, as he is ultimately the one responsible for their existence in the first place.

When a species learns to speak in real time, they are sometimes removed from their old habitation and placed into one that is alongside or in close proximity to another populated one. Then, the moons or worlds of ice and frozen potential remaining in that system are left pure and unmolested that they may evolve without interference.

This is not always the case, but there have been many instances where people looked up in the evening only to realize that they now dwelt under a different night sky.

This entire universe is but a way for this entity to create life without being responsible for what that life does. It is how predators like us are brought into being. The ratio of conversion of mass to energy is .007. This enables stars to form, to burn at a consistent and productive rate and to pump out the elements so that life can form, albeit with difficulty.

If what we in our arrogance see as ‘imperfection’ were replaced with a universe of our own argument, it would be nothing more than a cosmos who’s life stopped at algae or that ended its purpose with dim-witted grass eaters. If there was no such thing as death, the only life inhabiting the worlds would be thick, pus like oceans of bacterial slime, converting poisonous gas and rock till they extended their reach so high up into the sky that the solar winds burned them off into the atmosphere like the dust of wayward comets.

Religious fanatics do not understand the importance of death, and so consider it a curse. Atheists do not understand the importance of struggle and ‘imperfection’ in the journey of life, so they boast that there is no God, because existence can be cruel and that certainly such an entity would step in and stop the lion from rending to pieces the lamb. What foolishness… What potential has that lamb? And what could a lion’s form evolve into that ate only grass? Such ignorance. Life is about potential. If all life does is to eat and shit and fuck it is displaced and stirred up to make room for another to rise up in its place.

In hundreds of millions of years, my kind failed to rise up from your dinosaurs. In fact, the creatures were actually losing digits on their hands at each major cataclysm, and among theropoda like the T-Rex, there was a strange form of atrophy in the arms taking place, and making them practically useless.

Eventually, your own star brought a mountain towards them and thus cast them down. These may be strange words to you, but it’s all about perspective. You cannot see these things if you are bound to religious zealotry or atheistic nihilism. Both are poisonous. You will see either accident and lack of meaning or something accursed and a divine judgement to make way for special snowflakes. Or even more ignorant, seven days of creation and a six thousand year old world. It’s insanity to promote such religious dogma as fact.

You are clearly an example of the universe looking back upon itself in time. You are the result of atomic matter unfolding into consciousness. You need no priest or pontiff. You need no Church or organized system of religious taxation promising ethereal nonsense. You need no religious eschatology promoted by former circus carnies and cult promoting kooks.

But an Entity of great power and intelligence does indeed exist. And this entity has written nothing about itself that can be corrupted by creatures like ourselves and offered no vestments that moth and dust can corrupt.

My species has seen with our own eyes that dark cold place in space open like a great tunnel, and out of that gate came creatures so bright and horrifying that nations stopped fighting each other and the inhabitants of an entire world fell prostrate to the ground.

Our crime was not some so-called sin as our religious leaders so unctuously shuddered… It was that we were destroying the culmination of many billions of years of evolution. In our anger and in our hatred we were annihilating an intelligent species that would one day be likened unto us. We were not to be the exterminators of so great a potential, as such a thing was not within our rights to do. That is why we Naigaje call this planet the House of Ankida. It is where heaven and earth met. It is where the Assembly wrested the swords out of our hands and then condemned two warring worlds to rebuild the walls they had torn down.

And yet now… Those creature whose lives we had so interfered with have become but lab bunnies in a cage. I sense a great foreboding in this. Those creatures of light who have wrapped themselves in a cloak of darkness have remained silent for a reason, as it is not humanity but ourselves who are being weighed in the balance. Many thousands of years have past. Insomuch that many have said, “So where is this Assembly now? If they truly exist, why have they not returned to this far flung place? Where is the fulfillment of the promise of their return? Why should we stay our hands when there is so great a profit to be made off the exploitation of this world.”

As you can see, we too can be as idiotic as those men among your own who in just a few decades now deny that the Holocaust even happened, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.

Give these historical revisionists a few thousand years without someone stepping up and resisting their agendas and see what happens. We are no different in this regard.

As for the beacons, they are ancient. They are older than your species has ever existed. They do not wear or age and they annihilate all those who attempt to approach them. Their purpose is to discover and then proclaim the existence and location of those who have learned to speak in real time. There are none who lay claim to being the builders of these things. Even the Assembly were silent on this. But we know it is of their workmanship. For rarely has that place opened up save when curiosity compels them or necessity demands them.

But we have discovered the ruins of entire worlds in our travels, some of which were even more advanced than ourselves. And upon one world, whose atmosphere was blasted away by solar winds, not a living thing was found save an etching desperately carved into a concrete wall. It was a star chart pointing to that cold dark place in space that acts as a veil to obscure the path that leads to wherein they dwell. There was carved right below it, a child like drawing of a face with tears etched deeply into it and flowing down its cheeks. Beneath that, was the rusted stain of the tool that this unknown race had used to carve these images. Over the eons it had simply dissolved back into the ground. The solar system in which your world dwells is a part of what was once the center of a great conflict. There are things you are not supposed to discover and know, as your responsibility is to remain either underscored or in a state of flux. When one discovers certain truths about themselves, their responsibilities to address those truths become inescapable aspects of their existence and future evaluation.

Let’s just say that neither my species nor the Ael’ Kayeen are the biggest “doGs” in town. One could say metaphorically that the owner of this animal farm has walked away only to see what the discoverers and stewards of these worlds would do in his absence.

Creatures likened unto myself are without excuse. If humans learn how to speak in real time, those who have abused their stewardship shall be judged and those responsible shall be hurled into the void once again. There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth throughout this Great Lake of Fire in which those who have erred have been reduced to data and then paroled over the course of billions of years of evolution. This is how those without excuse are purified and renewed. I for one am not desirous to begin such a journey again.

So, to be quite frank… In not just here to help your species. I’m here also to provide a path for my own to avoid the severities of judgement by the Assembly for both our relationship with the Consortium and for our hand in the destruction of this world so long ago. It is the responsibility of princes to sacrifice themselves for their people in times of great trouble. That is what the followers of Yeja did for my ancestors. Such is our way.