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[font=Palatino Linotype]"Your <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->own<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> prophets have visioned for you
worthless and unsatisfying things,
And they have not uncovered your error
in order to turn back your captivity.
But they kept visioning for you
worthless and misleading pronouncements."
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->Lamentations 2:14
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If one were to take the history of Capricia and throw it down onto the floor, one might, at first glance, see tiny pieces of truth scattered here and there. Small embers that if left to themselves would otherwise burn out in insignificance causing no stir at all. And yet, if one were to take these embers and place them next to each other, the light that would pour from such a union would be enough to illuminate for an observer the existence of something that they would otherwise remain in ignorance of...
..namely, that of a bigger picture.
The culmination of fractured events within the backdrop of Invasion gave credence to their insignificance as such considerations fell secondary to most basic priority of all living things: survival.
And so there, littered with the false stories, mistruths and outright lies lay the bits and pieces of truth. And ever with agonizing slowness the people began to prosper, rebuild their faith in themselves and reach once more for a dream of the stars.
But as was learned by the lessons of the ghosts of the past, one can only hide the history for so long before the point of diminishing returns is found and crossed.
Now, there are no more returns to be made.
The cistern of history was full and overflowing.
Capricia was about to make a find of such technological importance that would revolutionize their way of life forever. Revolutionize the Commonwealth they were having a hand in creating.
It would be a find that would shatter the cistern and open the eyes of those once walking in blindness.
Yes, those Ghosts of the Past were finally unleashed.
And the Revelations that were to come would unlock their minds to that on which both hope and despair lay...
...possibilities...
To find the truth that has been buried since the beginning of time, one must come to realize that the only thing that changes throughout the eons with man are merely his choices and his priorities.
And at the beginning of time we find that man was engrossed wholeheartedly in only one priority: Perfection.
After years of discarding the promises of those false prophets: immortality in mysticism, genetic manipulations, longevity through cyber-biological enhancements to ultimate transferrence of consciousness into an artificial matrix... it was correctly determined that man's drive to perfection was not founded on mere fantasy, these external enhancements to this goal being a perverted satisfying of such fantasy... no!
Man's drive and ambition in this regard was based on a truth discovered eons before even the Commonwealth Union of Worlds existed. Before the great rings around suns were built... Before the great spheres enclosing stars were designed and constructed.
..And this truth led to Perfection.
But, as with any religion, perfection was never based on what people expected, assumed or even wanted. Perfection did not care about everyone's own individual ideas of what paradise would entail. Perfection made no effort to conform to the dreams of those imperfect.
For one other truth was discovered....
That everyone's vision of heaven, everyone's vision of perfection... quite frankly, was wrong.
For it was a vision created by imperfection.
The proverbial bread pan with the dent... and every idea, every dream, every speculative thought had the imprint.
The imprint of imperfection.
But the people were flexible. They were adaptable (which is why they lived as long as they had).
And they adjusted to Perfection. and they lived... and were happy.
For the most part.
For truth once again spoke...
The realities of Perfection were nothing like anyone had given thought about...
And in those realities some began to question whether they had misplaced their priorities. Began to question whether or not they had made the wrong choice...
And, honestly, THAT is where it all started:
From Paradise Lost...
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