Cyber Colossus Ralph
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The idea is that Arthur and all of his clones fuse with Ralph, making Ralph the “Titan of the Internet.” Two pieces inspired by the idea
Behold the Cyber-Colossus
upon which the digital space resides. The Electronic Atlas! Training in the arts of self duplication, technopathy and rearranging cyber matter. His are the veins of the Web. His are striations of THE NETWORK
The Algorithms are his pulse, breath, the stewing of his liver and sifting of his kidneys. The processes act excited or calmed by yogi-like proficiency of his body. His eyes perceive all obfuscation and his fists tear or till the black of ice glaciers into the hottest of radiant plumes or swiftest smoothest of irrigating flume
Worship and despair?! BAW we are baptized and reborn, bursting and bathed, flushed of detritus and molded anew every time we interact with the electronic. No space that has the Divine Dynamo's essense- For its blood and own life is the issue of his rhythm. And your worship, your sharing of your very life, of this New Gen Titan enriches, saturates, and validates him and familiarizes you with him. If he were to emerge from his realm your heart could not unknow him and your mouth and eyes shocked to wide rapturous attention.
More so your shock reaches a level beyond your own opening awareness as it kneels before the unassuming one you once thought similar to your own being. How did you dismiss Him/It as such? For Leveler, Wreak-Od, the Havoc-er's gesture amends your error, now and forever. For if Rai'Aufl genuflects- and his power even a realm away became your sinoatrial foundations- his Lord is as The Sun setting the Earth about it, pressing it into its deepest shape, while still tauntly-pulling life out of salty brine, offal soil, or sterile air while not letting it slip its orbit-bridle. Your numina-all the world's that's born witness – transfigures to be of Him, or perhaps becomes aware it always was so and now The Cyber Colossus has made it acknowledged in this great act of true obeisance.
It is then from behind the south suspension strap Rai'Aufl peaks his ... peacock eye. That's the name that comes to your thoughts. It's like the tail feather of the mortal bird in darkest rainbow color whose structure mixed with a silverfish made of many delicate, intricate, piercing barbs that form the eye bulb and with the rest that moves through space and treats shadows as apertures the thinnest countervailing trickles of shade like the candiru nimbly rise up spillings of thinnest width. Its Barb-Eye-Mouth gazes over all and then shapes what takes in, seeking flaw, weaknesses, insecurity. Sometimes to make a replica lacking the offense, others with the flaws magnified or embodied, or perhaps it projects an inbetween. A mix of you, the librarian, or the keystone of the highrise you just left. The many fractal echoes and reflections of you soon rise like cysts of black mold then flurry as flies on dung until the tiniest glint of golden surety from The Colossus's own heart peeks about his eyes through the mass of Wretched.
And, as he once did, you feel a sense of harmony between and with all your diseased doppelgangers as the essence of you all shines golden. Refined in Titanic and Sovereign sanctity you/they/it seeps apart, half to The Cyber Titan. His own Eponytypical Ichor rarified richer than was, the third of the whole pulls in as down cistern to Rai'Aufl's Realm. The remnant remains mostly seep to The One The Colossus Genuflects Before, and finally just that vestigial amount, residue to them, is sponged upon its source, saturating you.
The pureed purified remains of your manifest once putrescence, now fertilizing for your current being as devotee, testimony, and renewed and living testimony of The Titan R'eck-Odd Rai'Aufl and his Acclaimed. You feel rebuilt, as if at least ten times more you in one spot or encasement. You are so much more than ever saw yourself could become, pressed into your space to the replaced person's limits. You feel ardor at the sheer recognition of your own existence only to be brought back down in realization. How this mustn't be the fullest significant fraction of the now – eyes closed; arms met together; waist bent down and dropping while legs raise to back from The Acclaimed to his portal, His Feathery Candiru-Barb eye trailing just enough but too shivering or swaying to seem like a stole following about more than wore on his neck -Titan or his Acclaimed felt BEFORE they took in the lion share of the Transomalic Broth.
As you move to prostrate to The Acclaimed, with His simple expression, his eyes cease you. You feel assurance in no requirement to outward worship, but to become swain to his abidance throughout your vision and being. “Renovated-” your name his eyes tell, “You will never be or die alone or worthless. You are The Acclaimation by Cyber Wrecker Titan Ralph. Bit of one. Byte of another. Weaving, running the Acclaimed's Code, for what other purpose and means can be for you to...be.”
(mostly use of Technopathy, upgrade hammer, fusion earrings, Code Hall, plus a few of the gifting half or so of perks to Ralph and him being thoroughly under my control that such an act with my own social perks and psychic powers makes me god in their eyes... along with the made up ritual from WiR2 climax, jumper's Cut, that allows you to duplicate, energize and consume clones for value.)
New Take on the Colossus Encounter
The city wasn’t that different. I had been noticing some strange difficulties on some sites. There was that insane trending video series based on the obscur classic platforming villain character. But I just figured clicked on the wrong ad and I was going to upgrade my phone anyway. I was walking to the stripmalls of the city. Lanes were slow, rush hour was in a lull, so could cross direct as to walkway. I could see the river and part at my back and the major office buildings ahead, even a squat government facility around a corner. Magic hour, sky was going from blue to orange to that light purple, with night just visible in places.
I did hear some buzz like from old power lines, and while cool felt like I was covered in gnats, or crawling with bugs. But nothing told me I’d see an air splitting crack of lightning. A Jagged white and blue line that just appeared. At first I wondered how, it didn’t feel or smell like rain in addition to how it wasn’t that cloudy. There hadn’t been an alert on my guide app directing to the store. It was when I focused my attention that I noticed/
It didn’t reach the clouds. I felt annoyance and shame. I thought it was on the face of the building, some elaborate prank or lighting trick to promote something. But then it was…continued on my screen in hand. Which then went black but for the same crackles, the exact same. And I realized the light in the air was not on the building. It was in front of it.
My head throbbed and my stomach felt a pit in it. The streak glowed but stayed, not flashed away before my eye could finish blinking, like normal lightning.
It didn’t descend from the heavens. But appear mid-air. And it then stretched. Down and up. High up, not just to but past the clouds. I vaguely wondered about any planes as I craned my neck to follow. The smell was odd now as I saw divots and dimples in the cracks of light widening, but not in cracking devianting lines but more like splotches or stains in a paper towl commercial. But pushing outward.
Strange thing is I wasn’t frightened. I was awed, terrified, but it was like, because of what I was seeing, not that what was happening didn’t or I’d never seen it. I could just watch and observe. Not knowing what was happening but knowing or accepting it happening. A familiar danger like my mom’s belt in my awful bratty youth. Not wanting it, not knowing for sure what it would be. But not new. Then at the ninth distortion in the crack of stil lightning the real breach occurred. Five went to one end and in the opposite way on the same arc the remaining four went. The orbes lengthened more into pillars but each a different proportion and not-matching shape as the crack widened in full. The space between was a whole roaring flare of colors and light. Like a kaleidoscopic mosaic in real life. Only it was in 3-D. And as I saw it open the feelings of familiarity, awareness, of knowing, understanding…it just increased in size and resolution with what this was and what was inside the… Aperture. It was a rent opening. Rended by hands. Hands to a being whose hair likely got stardust for dandruff. His Hands. That’s when I saw Him. You know, with my own eyes. In Person. You Know. Him. He was coming from His domain. The Inside. His power even a realm away became foundation to my bones. His footsteps- I don’t understand. That much weight should have cracked the earth. I certainly felt it bounce me and everything in view when He stepped one of those gorilla things across the doorjamb of lightning He just parted into our way.. But He set it to the ground somehow between any traveling people or vehicles. I don’t think even out of His gate He was entirely here. I mean He was real. I felt him more than the air or my phone clenched in hand. Hell my palms seemed less substantial to my fingertips than His ankles to my eyes. But it was like I could get an impression through and within if not seeing through him like glass. Maybe it was Him glowing with that much power throughout His body made it so you’re no just seeing the light off the skin. The Cyber Colossus pressed nothing more alive than grass under His sole and any vehicles bent around him like air over hot surface or just.. Stopped cold without crashing.
Most the rest of Him emerged. His colors grander, deeper than on screen, paper, or in nature. He’s just more of everything from the hair to his flesh. He was different than in any of the art or videos. His body was different. He is glutted with His power in his mass, but His legs didn’t seem so short as before. And I’ve mentioned His feet were more nimble like hands. As for wear…think more externally cladded steel frame as to clothed body, oly more so. It was majestic. Profound, unparallel and yet naked and raw, but analogous to His base apparel. The single strap like a laned bridge, front bib like a clifface. The most different thing was about His neck. It would be like He wore a stole that was colored like a candleflame, shifting to darkness or clearness as your eye moves to the wick, but with outermost color teal as to red. And it moved. Writhed, like an eel in a tank while orbiting around him but tettether, while preening. Something like a peacock’s feather with a large deep potent. EYE. The Barb-Eye-Mouth gazed and shone thrumming cone of red over all beheld I felt it. It was seeking flaws, weakness, insecurity. The glare of the Stole turned my feelings into a full on seizure and twisting. And I felt myself.. Rupture, germinating the wretched replicants. A mix of my contempt, the librarian’s cravenness, the fractures the highrise’s keystone just to the left. So many fractal echoes and reflections palpating to rise like cysts of black mold then flurry as flies on dung I could see nothing, breath only filth and choked in corruption and sorrow in my craw. The tiniest glint of golden surety reached me through the inescapable sight of my shadows. Ruling radiance. The Colossus's own heart purifying through the mass of Wretched. Distilling them into a golden effect as much honey, pixels, vapor, and slime.
That instance the golden touched us, I felt harmony. I felt Good. Eponytypical Ichor rarified richer than anything our crude world produces without Him. A third of the whole went to Ralph’s Realm as if down a whirl. The remnant mostly seeped one man. One the Cyber-Titan genuflected before. And finally, just that vestigial amount, residue to them, was sponged upon its source, saturating us.
The pureed purified remains of our manifest once putrescence, now fertilizing our current being remade use. We are devotees, Renovated, and a living testimony of The Titan once known as Wreck-It Ralph and His Acclaimed. You feel rebuilt. Don’t you? As if at least ten times more you in one spot or encasement. You are so much more than ever saw yourself could become, pressed into your space to the replaced person's limits. You share my ardor from the sheer recognition of your own existence by Them.But are humbled by the revelation. This mustn't be the fullest significant fraction of what The Titan, and His Acclaimed are. What they’ve always been. BEFORE they made more Broth out of us to increase themselves.
I prostrated myself to The Acclaimed, but with His eyes He ceased me. Assured in no requirement to outward worship, but to become swain to his abidance throughout all I see and am. “Renovated Simon,” my name a blessing in his words through my eyes, “You will never be or die alone or worthless. You are The Acclaimation by Titan of the Electric Within, Ralph. Bit of one. Byte of another. Weaving, running The Acclaimed's Code, for what other purpose and means can be for you to...be.”
I bare this witness. So you may know how to act in this transformation. Think on my testimony as you focus all your will into His domain. He hears. And can Use you as He did the downtown and all there. You know Him. He’s in everything you operate or use. You could not not know Him. Now you must be made by Him. Accept his Renovation. His Upgrade. Our Operation.
Here are some reference images, and one artist’s take on the idea:
What do you think Ralph looks like when he has the power of millions of people inside him?
What new powers does he get? What actions will he take? Arthur’s power is forced to serve Ralph.