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Editorial Fridays by Troy David Loy 2.6.17 Gods of Terra Notes n Thoughts on the Magna

The third of the four wielders of the Prime hypershards is perhaps the most complex, with a tragic past and a bright future in store for her in further fiction.

The Magna was a particularly spirited adolescent girl living on a farm in what is now known as West Bengal, India. That is, before she was taken by the Kai’Siri and made into a weapon of mass-extinction with not one, but two hypershards.

She was born Agni Bose, with a hyperseed, an undeveloped, nascent hypershard in her brain.

This unfolded and grew, like origami sculpture, as she did. It was a unique, uncorrupted one which the Kai’Siri used to track her via the shard’s terahertz emissions.

This was also to prove instrumental in gaining her freedom.

She lived her entire old life on Earth unaware she had even it, but it was only with the implantation of one of the Prime shards, retooled as a means of controlling her with an artificial personality.

This persona overlaid her own, crafted to serve the Kai’Siri under the delusion that she herself was of that human species, even to the surgically implanted fangs for cosmetic purposes. This persona had walled off her memories with its own, convinced that her first duty was for Empire,

Exarchs, and People – the Kai’Siri people – not the Bengali of Earth she actually was!

It was only with her own true persona gathering strength over time that she was able to subvert the possession implant, her second hypershard. She then reprogrammed it from within and gained her freedom on her last mission by causing herself to hallucinate the termination of her target, the giant planet Bruticus. Convinced of her mission’s success despite its actual failure
(she spared Bruticus), she regained her own persona and turned against her masters.

Now, she lives and wanders the universe as the second Herald of Sarusammog of the Gates, adopted sibling of the Tempest. She has a grim past, as a former apocalyptic weapon. She was the most successful subject of the Enforcer Prime program, the last ever fielded before the project was shut down. But she has much ahead of her, with much to do, places to go, and things to meet.


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