Lighthouses and Einsteins.

[The Abacus]

Now we know where the rest are

[WorldisQuiet5256]

Alright, we got all 7 of the Original Wisdom Gems, what we need to do now is take each Wisdom Gem back to where they were originally mined. The Mine is here...

[Points to the top left corner of the town area]

But this is where its gets tricky.

[WiQ walks over to one of the Shelf in the Library and pulls out a scroll, he opens it. it shows the original map of what the Mine tunnel were, there are seven X's on the map. He then pulls out another scroll, it shows the Mine, but the page is made up of several clear sheets showing a fraction of the mine tunnel in each page]

When the town Layers were formed, parts of the mines shafts where split in between layers. We have to return each wisdom gem to where they were mined, as it marks here on the map. But we need to place them in the Layer where we found them. Hopefully...

[WiQ walks over to the /box with the Wisdom Gems, he takes them out. Underneath the Gems is a small notebook. It contains the notes made by the Keeper about where he found each Gem. It also tell the box was kept where it was in case the Keeper was ever captured by Mur.]

...yes he does label where he found each Wisdom Gem. But the tricky part is we have to put each Wisdom Gem back in its original position all simultaneously. An we have 7 Wisdom Gems, and only 4 of us.

And we can't run in between places to put the Wisdom Gem down because it would require us to jump between Layers just to get through the tunnels. It would appear the Tunnel would end as soon the rest of the path was in another Layer, and I don't want to risk you guys getting stuck in the walls in case something happens. So...

[WiQ walks over back to the Main desk and sits down in the chair looking at the rest of the Group]

...does anyone have an idea?

[The Abacus]

what we need to do now is take each Wisdom Gem back to where they were originally mined

problem is:
(pages earlier...)

The Abacus: Can you give that hard-drive you got from that subbot?

WiQ: Sure.

[WiQ hands hard-drive over.]
The Abacus quickly finds an electronic lock. He uses the hard-drive to hack into the system and unlock the door. They enter. They find the vault, open the door, which is oddly unlocked and...

The Kakama: What the?! Why does this place look as if a bomb has been dropped here?!!

[The team examines the wreckage]

The Abacus: I have a bad feeling that the gem in this layer created copies of itself, which resulted in a massive explosion, as so many gems of the same coding cannot exist so close to each other. The only problem now is that an explosion that big would have distributed those gems around the subnet in this layer. Who knows how many copies of those gems were created? No one can figure that out, such an occurrence has never been observed.
I think our only option is acquire one of these "glitched" wisdom, hack into the edge and use a large transmitter to terminate all the wisdom gems with that coding/frequency.

[WorldisQuiet5256]

Results that created the multiple Wisdom Gem around the Submachine. If we put the original back in there place, the copies will vanish. That was our goal from the Beginning.

[WorldisQuiet5256]

Wait for it...

[bender]

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[bender]

[WorldisQuiet5256]

It has been awhile since I've written in this old Black Dossier of mine. But recent events has encourage me to finish the history.

What happen after we were about to commence putting the Original Wisdom Gems in their position.
But then when we were almost ready, we were then teleported away from where we were back in the Lighthouse Library, the 7 Wisdom Gems were on the main desk in the Library.
There was a man in the chair, his back was turn to us, but we saw his face after he somehow left the Chair as was over by one of the book shelf reading one of the books.
Me, Abacus, Kakama, and Borys were too surprise to even speak to this strange man. He spoke to us with kinds word in order to sooth our fright. He introduces himself as the Keeper, but he also informed us that he was not just the keeper of the original Lighthouse, but of the entire Submachine.
He also told us he meant no harm to us, and that he would get us home. He informed us that what we were about to do was a backup plan he had in place. But that it was still to early for it to be done.
What he meant by this he informed us that there was another victim of Mur, one who started out with Amnesia, he look directly at me and said "you heard him while you were trap in the Lighthouse".

Those word almost paralysis me. The idea he was watching me, and the movements of my dear friend before we even met.
I notice he was holding a small little Black Book with red bindings covers. It had the word "RECORD" on the front of it. The book when I look at it somehow intrigue me, like it was more than just any kind of normal book.
He was puzzle at first about my expression until he saw what I was looking at. He laugh, he told us that the little black book had that effect on all of us. I then notice the others were intrigue by it as well.
He said that this little book contain all of his observation about every thing he witness in the Submachine since the beginning of its creation.
Abacus ask him if he was the Creator, he said he was not, that he was only an observer with a higher calling.
Then all of a sudden, my Black Dossier, the one I had with me since the beginning of this floated out of my bag. It open by itself in mid air in front of me, and the pages started to tear themselves out of the book in inserted themselves into his.
I was scared at first that he was going to take all of that away, but when the Black Dossier close itself and landed into my hands, I open it to find everything still in place.
He said my notes would make a valuable addition to the records he was keeping.

I was finally able to ask him why have he allowed us to do what we were doing if he didn't was us to do it at all.
He told me that he hid those Wisdom gems until they were needed. But when Mur and his people were closing in on Liz and the Others he had to have them ready in case who ever this other victim he mention wasn't able to stop Mur in time.

Borys ask "to stop him from killing them?" and the Keeper informed us that there was more at stake then just the lives of Liz and the others.
Kakama ask him "If not the others than what?" he said he could not tell us.
But he could tell us that what we did by collecting the 7 original Wisdom Gems, that if this other Victim failed, we ensured the existences of the Submachine.
That his primary goal is to not interfere with the events that were happening in the Submachine, that all he could do was implement what the purpose of the 7 original Wisdom gem.

He then took our weapons from us, he said where we were going, they would not be allowed to exist where they do not belong.
I ask him to wait, he did. I ask if we were ever going to return to the Submachine. He said that maybe one day, when the World is Quiet, we would be allowed to see it before we pass on to the next life.
Then all of a sudden, a bright light was shining on us, but it was not coming from anywhere. The Keeper close his little black book and bid us fare well.
I still had my Black Dossier, and all of the notes I had in it were still there. My bag still had all the things I collected from the Submachine, the Matchbox still had one match in it. But when I later Used it, no other match reappear in it place inside the empty matchbox.
All of the others items that were somehow able to break the laws of Physics lost that ability. I got back to my tent and pack up.

I went through the small town of Kent before i went back home, it was still in bad condition, but the people mood for some reason had change.
When I got home, the next day I waited at the Bar where the Pinkerton Agents wanted me to come to when I found Mur. They never came again.
I tried to us what connection I had left through the Agency to tried to Track down Borys, Kakama, and Abacus. It took awhile, but I found them.

Borys actually died back on the 19th of April in 1895. I was able to talk to some close friend of his. They said that most of his life he had always been in a foul mood.
But one day when he went with his friends of his to the Kent Waterfall, one night when he had some dream he was sure was real. He started to scream "I'm back" like he was gone for years.
That day on his life was more happier than he ever was since the day he was born. He started to live on the idea that life was more precious than we would ever understand.

Then Kakama, as it turn out was in the English County of Kent, located south-west of London. He was a bit old, almost 60 years of age.
It was weird for most people because it appear his family had a history of not surviving up to the age of 45.
It turns out when the Keeper sent us home, it was back where he was when he entered the Submachine. In one of the mid-evil dungeon in his county of Kent.

I was not able to find Abacus, nor could any of my contacts. But then one day I revived a telegram from the two Pinkerton Agents who hired me to find Mur.
They wanted to meet me at the Bar. When I got there I was nervous at first, but their attitude, the way they spoke to me, it was like they didn't meet me until right now.
I said to them "Long time, no See." They ask why did I say that. I then said they must think that what they said was funny.
But one of them said, "we haven't met you until today, you must have confused us with some other person." It was right then I realize they were telling the truth.
It took me a second to take it in. I ask them what did they want? They told me that you had a contact through the Pinkerton Agency, that I ask them to keep an eye out for someone named Abacus.
Then I said, "isn't the Pinkerton Agency go out of business four years ago?". They told me it had. But that they use to work there and that the Contact had trouble reaching me, so he called them instead to deliver what he found.

It turned out he too was out of the Business but that he saw someone on day that fit the description and had the same name. They two agents gave me his address.
I went to where Abacus was suppose to be, and when I was about to talk to him when he was leaving his house to go the the Market, I was frozen still when I saw him.
He was a teenager, not the full grown Man I knew back in the Submachine. It took my mind a minute to figure it out, but it turned out that he hasn't gone yet to the Submachine.
I followed him to the Market where I then work up the Courage to speak to him. I said "Abacus" to him. He heard me was at first did not turn around.
When he did, he walk up to me asking how I know he called himself that? that it was a nickname he was trying to get people to call him by, but haven't got to it yet.
I hesitated at first, trying to find a way to explain. Finally I said "You look like an Abacus type to me." He then smiled and shook my hand, and ask me what was my name.
I told him it was "WorldisQuiet". He gave a small look on his face. But then smiled and said that was a nice nickname.

I haven't talked to him since.
So now I am an old man, with a daughter and a son, who had my grandchildren.
I expect to die soon, so I think I will Visit the Submachine one more time.
I dug up this old Black Dossier to finish my story.
Even though no one will read it up here in this old attic, I still feel that storys, no matter how small, should still have an ending.
I will rest tonight with this Dossier on my chest, as I visit the Submachine one more time.

I will write about my experiences in the morning after I wake Up.
Until Then I guest.

...the wind began to howl...
The Desert winds continue to blow.

[The Abacus]

Interesting ending

[WorldisQuiet5256]

- The greatest mystery and misconception of the doctrine is that WiQ5256 gained his powers.

- He didn't?

- No. They were given to him.

- By whom?...

- By Shiva, naturally.

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