Friday, August 8, 2025

Seattle NewsNet - Special Report: Shadows in the Lodge

 


"Universal Brotherhood: Light in the Streets, Shadows in the Lodge"
By Tara Quinn, Investigative Correspondent
Published: September 14, 2097


A Rising Star with an Old History

The Universal Brotherhood (UB) of 2097 is not the organization your grandparents warned you about. Founded in the late 2040s, it has endured scandal, criminal investigations, and even violent crackdowns. Yet somehow—through relentless community outreach, aggressive public relations, and real, tangible results—it has rebuilt itself into one of the most powerful and admired organizations in the world.

Today, the UB counts an estimated 100 million members worldwide, with nearly half of them in North America. Tens of millions more contribute financially, volunteer, or benefit from its programs. In Seattle alone, it operates dozens of shelters, community kitchens, and learning centers, serving thousands daily.

For the ordinary citizen, the UB is not a shadowy cult—it’s the smiling volunteer handing you hot soup, the job counselor helping you re-enter the workforce, or the tutor coaching your child in math after school.


The Lodge and the Steps

At street level, the UB is about The Steps—a structured self-improvement path blending modern psychology, Eastern philosophy, and mystical symbolism. Graduates often describe the experience as transformative, claiming breakthroughs in confidence, self-discipline, and life purpose.

For the ambitious or the influential, the real draw lies in the Lodge of Brotherhood and Enlightenment. This upper tier—invitation only—functions as a networking nexus for politicians, corporate executives, celebrities, and the occasional academic or military leader. Lodge meetings are private, blending social ritual with “higher teaching” unavailable to the masses.

The UB insists this is simply the natural reward for dedication and service. Critics note the Lodge is where policy is influenced, business deals are struck, and favors exchanged.


The Northeast Question

Recent months have drawn renewed attention to the UB’s Northeastern North America chapter—one of the oldest and most insular branches in the Brotherhood’s network. Unlike their counterparts in the Midwest or Pacific Northwest, the Northeastern Lodge leadership is steeped in secrecy, shunning public appearances and speaking rarely to the press.

Why the renewed scrutiny? It began during Halo’s global tour this summer, when the artist’s team passed through several UB-heavy cities in the Northeast. A handful of anonymous Matrix posts hinted that certain Lodge members were “guardians of a door that should never be opened.” The phrase spread, fueled by fringe trids and conspiracy boards.

Then came a more unsettling detail: the name Velaxas began appearing in these discussions—always in hushed tones, often linked to whispers of ancient things buried in the dark. No one credible claims to know what it is. Some posters say the UB is trying to keep it sealed away. Others claim they are preparing to wake it.

Seattle News Net has not verified any direct connection between the Brotherhood and this “Velaxas,” but the rumors have traction—helped in no small part by a handful of UB defectors from Boston and Philadelphia who describe “unfamiliar rites” in the highest Lodge circles.


Good Works and Bad Optics

Publicly, the UB dismisses the allegations as “fiction born of fear” and points to its decades of proven humanitarian work. And they’re not wrong: in New York’s South Bronx, Brotherhood kitchens keep hundreds of families fed daily. In Detroit, UB-funded job training centers have placed thousands in stable work. In Philadelphia, they have single-handedly rebuilt entire housing blocks.

But optics matter. Even the perception of secret agendas threatens the UB’s hard-won rehabilitation. The older scandals—disappearances in the 2050s, covert research in the 2060s—are still alive in public memory, especially among older generations.


The Arcane Underlayer

Investigators, former members, and a handful of arcane scholars quietly note that the UB has never abandoned its interest in obscure magical research. Only the highest Lodge tiers are privy to these activities, which vary widely by region. In California, UB scholars reportedly study astral harmonics. In South America, they explore pre-Columbian ritual magic. In the Northeast, if the rumors are true, they are dealing with something older, deeper—and far less understood.

It’s worth noting: none of these claims have been substantiated by hard evidence. The Brotherhood’s centralized leadership denies any connection between charitable operations and magical research, insisting such work is “academic only” and “entirely legal.”


An Organization Too Big to Fail?

With its vast membership, deep pockets, and global reach, the UB can weather scandals that would destroy smaller organizations. Even if a Northeastern Lodge were caught dabbling in something dangerous, it’s doubtful the average Brother or Sister running a soup kitchen in Tacoma or Chicago would even know about it.

Yet history has taught us that in the Universal Brotherhood, the line between benevolent charity and hidden agenda can be razor-thin.

For now, the streets remain full of UB volunteers handing out blankets to the homeless, and Lodge members in gleaming halls discussing philosophy over tea. Whether those same halls also echo with the whispers of darker matters is a question no one—outside the inner circle—can answer.


Sidebar: Matrix Buzz

  • #Velaxas — “You don’t want to know what it is. They don’t either.” — @ColdStorageTruth, ShadowSEA node, Sept 8

  • #HaloEffect — “Halo’s tour hits Philly and suddenly the UB is pulling old books out of the cellar. Coincidence?” — @SleeplessInBoston, JackPoint, Sept 10

  • #GuardiansOrCultists — “They’ve been ‘guarding’ it for centuries. Guardians are just the first to fall.” — @DeadLetters, Black BBS, Sept 12

  • #CharityOrCover — “Soup kitchens in front. Summoning circles in the back. Same as it ever was.” — @TruthByte, ShadowSEA, Sept 13

Seattle News Net – Evening Edition

Broadcast Date: September 14, 2097
Segment Title: Universal Brotherhood: Light in the Streets, Shadows in the Lodge
Length: ~2 minutes


[Opening shot: Montage of smiling UB volunteers handing out meals, children playing in UB community centers, and gleaming Lodge buildings.]

Anchor (on-camera):
"Good evening. Tonight, we take a closer look at the Universal Brotherhood—an organization with over a hundred million members worldwide and a reputation for charity, community, and personal growth.

But behind the soup kitchens and self-help programs, some say a shadow still lingers."


[Cut to: Archival footage of UB Steps seminars, people clapping, inspirational slogans on screens.]

Anchor (voiceover):
"Founded in the late 2040s, the Brotherhood combines a self-improvement philosophy with large-scale humanitarian outreach. Their Steps program has changed lives. Their shelters feed thousands every day. Their Lodges connect politicians, business leaders, and celebrities in what the UB calls a fellowship of enlightenment."


[Cut to: Graphics of a map of North America, highlighting the Northeastern UB territory.]

Anchor (voiceover):
"But in recent months, the Northeastern chapter has faced whispers—spread through the Matrix—of secret rites. 

Some claim the Lodge there has been 'guarding a door that should never be opened.' Others… say they’re trying to open it."


[Cut to: Grainy Matrix-style screenshots of posts with usernames blurred, quotes on-screen.]

On-screen quotes:

  • ‘Guardians are just the first to fall.’ — @DeadLetters

  • ‘Soup kitchens in front. Summoning circles in the back.’ — @TruthByte


Anchor (on-camera):
"Seattle News Net has found no verified evidence linking the Brotherhood to anything illegal. And their good works are undeniable—from rebuilding neighborhoods in Detroit to funding schools in New York.

But the Brotherhood has a long history… and not all of it is clean. In past decades, investigations uncovered secretive research, missing members, and arcane experiments—scandals the UB insists are long behind them."


[Cut to: Side-by-side split screen – left: UB volunteers serving food, right: shadowy Lodge hall interior.]

Anchor (voiceover):
"With their size, influence, and resources, the Universal Brotherhood may be too big to fail. But in an organization this vast, what happens in the highest Lodges can stay hidden from the rank and file for years."


Anchor (on-camera, closing line):
"For now, the streets still see warm meals and open doors. Whether the inner halls echo with the dark whispers—only the Brotherhood knows.

Tara Quinn, Seattle News Net."

Matrix Reaction – Thread Extracts

[Thread: #UBSeattle]
@ColdStorageTruth"Northeastern UB? Figures. That branch is the oldest. If there’s an ancient monster under the bed, those guys probably built the bed."
@BlackSnowCrash"Hold up—why the Northeast? If you want creepy Brotherhood stuff, you go to Seattle. Mount fraggin’ Rainier. That place is a nightmare in waiting."
@KantStop"Wrong decade, chummer. Seattle Lodge got ‘restructured’ after the ‘incident.’ Official story says financial mismanagement. Unofficial story says spirits. Or maybe they were too clean for their own good."
@DocksideSaint"Clean? Nah. They cut a deal. You don’t get to keep the real estate unless you play nice with the locals. And in Seattle, the locals aren't very nice.


[Thread: #GuardiansOrCultists]
@TheVelvetPawn"If they’re guarding it, they’ll fail. If they’re waking it, we’ll all fail. Pick your apocalypse flavor."
@RedactedRumors"Heard it’s an old UB project—Arcana 9 or something—meant to harness ‘deep-entity energy.’ Sounds like a trid, but so did half the drek we’ve seen in ‘97."
@Polyphage"Nah, it's a person. Or was. Or will be. Time’s funny when you’re dealing with lodge-level mojo."


[Thread: UB Northeast – Too Big to Fail?]
@SnafuBlues"Look, I hate the Brotherhood as much as the next sane human, but they do keep people fed. If they’re up to something shady in Boston or Philly, the rest of the chain probably has no fragging clue."
@SleeplessInBoston"Sure, but that’s how you run an op. One cell cooks soup, another summons demons, and they both think the other’s doing the same thing."
@RustedHalo"It isn’t demons. It’s older. Think deep ocean, but in the astral. And the NE Lodge found a way to talk to it."


[Thread: Remember the Purge?]
@GutteredLight"Seattle Lodge got nuked in ‘93, remember? Official statement was ‘internal corruption’ and ‘alignment with criminal elements.’ Translation: they pissed off the wrong people."
@Inkline"Or they went too far with their pet projects under Rainier. Rumor says they cracked open something they couldn’t put back. That’s why the new Lodge in Seattle is just charity and job training—public-facing, no deep lodge."
@ByteRiot"If the NE Lodge is digging where they shouldn’t, maybe they didn’t learn the lesson from Seattle. Or maybe… it’s all the same project, just moved east."

Seattle News Net — Special Feature: Halo Tour Leaving Chaos


Title: From Chicago to Denver: Is the Halo Tour Leaving Chaos in Its Wake?

Byline: Jordan Reyes, Culture & Crisis Desk

Dateline: Denver, PCC — September 17, 2097

Chicago’s Halo concert earlier this month should have been remembered for its cutting-edge stagecraft and record-breaking live attendance. Instead, insiders describe it as “a disaster narrowly averted” — though you won’t find that in the official feed archives.

Multiple independent sources — including emergency medtechs, freelance mages, and concert staff — confirm:

  • Astral Incursion: During the public show, dozens of attendees became suddenly possessed by hostile entities. Several attacked fellow concert-goers, staff, and even Halo herself.

  • Magical Storm: At the intimate lakeside performance the next night, a massive magical tempest — purple lightning and all — formed over Lake Michigan, only to dissipate mid-show. Some claim Halo dispelled it herself.

If that wasn’t strange enough, maritime cargo trackers have noted unusual readings on the Great Lakes since the concert, with multiple vessels reporting sightings of “an immense, storm-wreathed shape beneath the waves.” Sources in Manila whisper the name Atlacoatl — the so-called Storm God — last seen in the Philippine archipelago.

And now? Riots in Denver.
On the eve of Halo’s latest performance, street unrest has broken out across the city, accompanied by fresh reports of spirit incursions — a different astral signature from Chicago, but no less dangerous.

Officials dismiss the connection, but the pattern is hard to ignore:
Philippines. Cairo. Chicago. Denver.
Magical anomalies, public unrest, and political instability — all following the same global tour.

So is Halo bringing the chaos?
Or is she the only thing keeping it from consuming us?

Matrix Buzz — Thread Snippets Following SNN’s “Storms, Spirits, and a Sprawl on Edge”

@LakeWatcher: Spirits loose on the Great Lakes, riots in Denver, astral anomalies in Chicago… all within two weeks? Yeah, that’s not “coincidence.” That’s a pattern.

@FaithfulFrame: And the pattern’s got a name — heard it from a UB contact: Vaxas. They say their order’s been guarding the world from it since before history had dates.

@SmashCache: Oh, here we go. The guardian cult myth. Pretty story until you realize it’s the same cult that’s been linked to blood magic blacksites and mindwipe “retreat centers.”

@PikeSpike: You’ve got it backward. The Brotherhood’s not guarding this thing — they’re trying to wake it. Whisper campaign’s been running for years, ever since the early technomancy experiments. Same word kept turning up in the data: Vel-axas or taxas-axas or something like that.

@Bleedline: Doesn’t matter which story’s true — if the name’s leaking into public chatter, someone wants it out there. And someone else is going to bleed for it.

@FogLurker: Or maybe we’re just feeding the legend for free. That’s how it gets strong enough to break loose. That’s how they’ll tell it anyway… after the fact.

Seattle NewsNet — Special Feature: What’s Really Happening at Rainier?

 


Title: Shadows Over the Mountain: What’s Really Happening at Rainier?

Byline: Kara Dempsey, Senior Investigations Correspondent

Dateline: Seattle Metroplex — September 19, 2097

In a quiet but unmistakable move, the UCAS Federal Land Office has confirmed the leasing of nearly 1,200 square kilometers of Mount Rainier National Park to a newly-formed “security cooperative” led by Aztechnology.

The lease term? Ninety-nine years.
The details? Sealed under corporate privilege.

Through a combination of satellite imagery, on-the-ground reporting, and leaks from inside the Department of the Interior, Seattle News Net can confirm:

  • Joint Operations: The cooperative includes Saeder-Krupp, Vivekan Federation security firms, Tir Tairngire magical consultants, and several First Nations paramilitary contractors.

  • Obsidimen Sightings: Multiple witnesses describe towering, stone-skinned humanoids patrolling newly-erected perimeter fences.

  • Mage Recruitment: Classified recruitment drives for “Class-A magical personnel” have spiked in Seattle, Portland, and Vancouver over the past month.

The UCAS Government insists this is “routine private leasing of underutilized federal land.” But why lease a dormant volcano to a consortium of the most secretive megacorps on the planet? And why now, in the wake of an uptick in seismic activity in the region?

Seismologists note the mountain has registered a dozen deep tremors in the past 60 days — more than in the previous decade. Official agencies call it “minor magma movement,” but other sources speak of something stirring deep underground.

The last time Rainier erupted, in 2078, Seattle was spared the worst. But whatever this project is — and whoever it’s meant to keep out — it’s clear Rainier is no longer just a national park.

Matrix Buzz — Thread Snippets Following SNN’s “Shadows Over the Mountain”

@GeoHack: Ninety-nine years? That’s a land grab, chummers, not a lease. You don’t dig in for a century unless you’re hiding something that’s already there.

@BasiliskBoi: Heard from a cousin in Tacoma Port Authority — Aztech’s been unloading “geo-containment modules” the size of arcology cores. Whatever’s under Rainier, they’re building the cage first.

@GhostChord: And yet we’re all ignoring the whisper-name going around: the Devourer. No one will say what it is, just that it’s “older than the first sunrise” and “hungry.”

@StaticRitual: I dug through some internal field from our feathered friends, and they have a name for it, something they tried to redact, but it seems like it's “Vel-ax-something.”

@SoftSignal: Funny how that name popped up right after Halo did Berlin. Coincidence? I think not.

@GraveLight: Keep digging, and you’ll wind up under that mountain too. Mark my words.

OPINION: The Halo Tour Was Never Just a Tour

 


By Dr. Selene Hartmann, Senior Fellow, Global Media Economics Institute

The narrative in the mainstream is that the Halo “Darklight” World Tour is a once-in-a-generation artistic phenomenon — a perfect storm of talent, technology, and timing. That may be true in part. But any seasoned observer of the media economy should see a deeper truth: this was no organic explosion of cultural relevance.

The proof lies in the infrastructure. The kind of sponsorship latticework Halo’s tour operates on does not appear overnight. It is a pre-built, highly optimized revenue architecture — something that takes years to assemble — suddenly revealed in full form the moment the tour began to crest. Every step since has been about cashing in.

The Asia-Pacific, India, and Egypt legs? They weren’t the payoff. They were the hype cycle, carefully curated to feed the legend, build irresistible momentum, and drive scarcity. The European and North American legs are the harvest — where scarcity becomes premium access, premium access becomes a subscription model, and every replay, merch drop, and “limited” VR experience is part of an integrated monetization cascade.

Yes, concurrent viewers are down from the 1+ billion highs. But revenue per viewer is up. Way up. By some estimates, return on investment is already in triple digits, a figure more commonly associated with speculative finance bubbles than entertainment events. The parallels to a Ponzi scheme are hard to ignore: early spectacle drawing in mass attention, late-stage capitalization drawing in cash — the difference being that this time, there’s no collapse on the horizon for the organizers.

Because when the music stops, Aztechnology won’t be left holding the bag. They’ve already been paid. It’s the sponsors, the second-tier investors, and — inevitably — the fans who will cover the bill.

The artistry may be real. The resonance of Halo’s performance may be genuine. But the business model is as manufactured, calculated, and deliberate as anything the megas have ever sold us.

#Thread // HALO TOUR HIT PIECE — Dr. Selene Hartmann is FULL OF DREK

@TrueLight777: Oh, frag off, Hartmann. You wouldn’t know art if it Resonance-pulsed you in the skull. Halo’s shows feel real because they ARE. You think corporate scaffolding makes you cry in your seat? No. That’s Halo.

@Ch33pThr1ll: lmao “Ponzi scheme high” — lady, every blockbuster ever made is structured like this. Get over it. At least this one’s got good music.

@ex_arkhan: This is the first piece that actually makes sense. Y’all are blinded by the lights and VR overlays. The “Asia hype / Euro cash-out” theory checks out. Go look at the sponsorship roster changes after Cairo. It’s all corpo whales now.

@Bleeding_Heart_Bandit: Who cares if the corps are making money? I’m making money scalping intimate tickets. Long live the goose.

@ghostnode92: The “built overnight” angle is dumb. Skyway Elite has been grooming Halo for YEARS. The moment she went public, the machine was ready. Doesn’t mean the art isn’t hers.

@FragYouPayMe: ROI triple digits? Sounds like she should be running Aztechnology, not singing for them.

@pureSynapse: If you think the tour is “fake,” try being in the simsense feed during the Chicago storm or the Giza show. You can’t fake that. Not even Aztechnology has tech for that.

@NoiseJunkie: Hartmann’s just bitter she didn’t get comped VIP. You can smell it between the lines.

@Orchid_Prophet: Mark my words: when this thing winds down, there’s gonna be a massive write-off somewhere. Probably some shell corp in Lagos takes the fall, and everyone else walks away rich.

@Br1xSh1fter: Imagine writing “the music is real” like it’s some shocking twist. No drek, Selene. Welcome to the party.

Matrix Pulse // ThreadCluster: #Halo #CorpoHalo #Sellout #NotMyHalo

 

Posted on ShadowSEA // Public // Trending

@EchoChamber69
Remember Cairo? Remember Delhi? The storm at Giza? That feeling like something real was happening? Yeah, I don’t get that anymore. Now it’s just “local government propaganda with better lighting.”

@St4rstruck
lol you people say “sold out” like she isn’t literally running a ¥200B show. You want magic? Pay for the premium feed. The public show’s for the rubes.

@ValkyrieVice
5–600M concurrent only is “down” to you? That’s still more than any other performer in history, live or VR. Skyway Elite could loop reruns and they’d still break records.

@ArcologyAcolyte
First it was the Communism Tour. Quebec. Indonesia. SSU. Now it's the Capitalism Toru. Paris. Berlin. London. Now Houston and Atlanta? She’s performing for everyone—but only saying what they want to hear.

@MythpunkMara
Her Berlin set felt… hollow. No storm, no astral bleed, no divine possession. Just factory-perfect staging. Give me Egypt Halo back.

@HotTakeHacker
Funny how “magic” vanished the moment she started playing corpo ball. Asia-Pacific leg = astral fireworks. Europe + UCAS = safe holo backdrops and curated speeches. You think that’s coincidence?

@VelvetWolf
[attached clip: Halo walking in Freyja regalia at Oslo’s Bygdøy]
Still magic. Just… packaged. Not saying I don’t love it. Just saying the box has a barcode now.

@AdRevJunkie
Skyway Elite/Aztechnology exec call leak: “Stabilized audience retention at 5.4% drop per venue. Monetization +14% YoY. Maintain regional customization strategy.”
Translation: They don’t care what she says as long as the ¥ flows.

@Phoenix4Real
I was there in Samarkand. She looked the dragon in the eye and owned the stage. She still has that. You just can’t see it through your corpo-hate goggles.

>>[THREAD: PROOF HALO’S SETLIST IS CORPO-CURATED]<<

Posted on JackPoint // Semi-Private

@DeepFader
Got a friend in stage ops for the Houston show. Claims the real setlist was locked until an hour before curtain — because “Skyway Elite sponsor review” wasn’t done yet. That’s not normal.

@SetlistSleuth
Comparing Asia-Pacific leg to now:

  • Average # of “unplanned” songs per set: Down from 3.7 → 0.2

  • Political references: Down 65%

  • Regional “heritage” tracks: UP 140% (correlated w/ local corpo sponsorships)
    It’s like someone’s running her through a PR filter.

@CorpoWatchdog
[image: leaked spreadsheet with Skyway Elite header, column “Theme/Message Alignment”]
Not saying it’s 100% legit, but… yeah. Each city has a “target narrative.” Houston = independence pride. Atlanta = unity. Berlin = heritage. No repeats, no controversy.

@EchoGhost
What’s wild is that these “themes” match exactly with ongoing lobbying pushes. Example: Atlanta’s “unity” show → CAS Congress passes intercity rail subsidy two weeks later. Coincidence?

@SprawlCritic
Remember Delhi? They begged her to tone it down about reincarnation. She didn’t. Then in Oslo? Suddenly it’s all old myths and safe cultural nostalgia. That’s not Halo, that’s a marketing department.

@LiminalLurker
Cross-referenced sponsor lists with costume budgets. Higher the corpo spend, the more toned-down the astral effects. Only exception was Egypt, but rumor is they couldn’t suppress it.

@DataMancer
[attached screencap: simSense audience heatmap overlay from Berlin]
Notice the dip right before “Heritage Reborn” — word is that segment was swapped in mid-feed to match a Berlin ministry’s campaign slogan.

@VelvetWolf
Still doesn’t prove she’s not in on it. What if she’s tailoring the show herself for leverage? That’s still selling out… just on her terms.


Thursday, August 7, 2025

NOTICE OF CITIZENSHIP RECLASSIFICATION & EXECUTIVE DESIGNATION

 

Pursuant to Subsections 1.3.2 and 4.9.7 of the Aztlan Citizenship Framework and in compliance with inter-corporate recognition protocols as defined by the Treaty of London (2047 Revision), this communication serves to register a Tier-Primus reclassification for the following synthetic identity construct:

Full Legal Identity: Philip Harrowfield
SIN Origin: Honduras (Zone 3)
SIN Status: Confirmed Valid
Biological Status: Human-derived variant
Magical Status: Active
Resonant Profile: Unknown/Proprietary
Asset Clearance Level: Obsidian-8
Binding Status: Voluntary, Triple Oath Protocol Observed
New Classification: CITIZEN OF AZTLAN, TIER PRIMUS EXECUTIVE
Addendum: Recognized as Voting Member, Board Position 27, Aztechnology Global Directorate

This classification supersedes prior regional or project-specific clearances. By this filing, the individual identified above is formally:

  • Granted full executive-tier extraterritorial citizenship under the Aztlan Sovereign Framework;

  • Authorized to engage in strategic asset direction and intercorporate maneuvering on behalf of Aztechnology;

  • Subject to internal surveillance protocols, loyalty covenants, and posthumous legacy enforcement.

JOURNAL ENTRY – PHILIP HARROWFIELD // SEPT 8-SEPT 17, 2097

 


September 8–11. Chicago, UCAS.

Halo’s concerts here were framed around survival. About rebuilding. About the spirit of the city refusing to die. The message resonated deeply—especially with the scars still fresh in so many places.

But the first concert was interrupted. Not by hecklers. Not by hackers.

By spirits.

Dozens of concertgoers were possessed. They attacked staff, audience members—even Halo herself. I intervened. It was ugly. Not just violent—wrong. Like the boundaries of the world thinned for a moment and something truly alien forced its way through.

Emergency Matrix filters dulled the feed. UCAS intelligence worked fast to suppress the spread. But it’s 2097. You can’t hide a spike like that. The questions are already multiplying. People want to know what they saw. Or what they felt.

The intimate concert took place on a floating stage in the Great Lakes. A massive astral storm gathered from the north—purple lightning, howling winds, unnatural cold. It nearly engulfed the city.

Then Halo sang.

And it dissipated.

The crowd saw it as salvation. Others whispered that she summoned it. Either way, the edit stream blurs the line. The Matrix is awash with slowed footage, simsense breakdowns, conspiracy screeds.

Nobody agrees on what happened.

But everyone knows something did.


Meanwhile, in the Matrix…

Wizkid has a new pen pal.

His name is Velaxas.

You know, the ancient elder dragon of the First Age imprisoned in an astral hell-realm?

Yeah, that one.

He’s online now. Because, of course, he is. There were whispers before, but now... It's real.

I don't think it was Wiz's fault. He wouldn't be so stupid. Maybe nobody specific is to blame, except for the Brotherhood that is. Doesn't really matter who, if any, is to blame. Resonance is a funny thing. It warps, bends, pulses through the cracks of reality like blood through broken bone. And now, thanks to some deeply irresponsible matrix spelunking, Velaxas has... bandwidth.

He’s curious. Childlike, almost. But the sort of child who breaks things to see what’s inside.

Wizkid (or maybe just a tired corner of my mind that still believes in optimism) has managed to redirect Velaxas’ curiosity—towards Pakistan... Because why not make use of him if we can? 


The Brotherhood Problem

The Universal Brotherhood has been trying to free Velaxas. Not out of reverence. Out of ambition. Control. They want to ride the dragon, not release him. And I doubt they truly grasp his power, malice, and intent.

They’ve been working toward this for decades.

Their experiments into technomancy after the Great Awakening. Their cultic obsession with resonance pathways. Their manipulation of forgotten artifacts and broken spirits.

Hell, I was one of their test subjects once.

I escaped. But their work never stopped.

Now I’ve confirmed it: the leadership of the Brotherhood—at least in the Northeast—knows. They want it. Or they think they can tame it. Same difference.

I want them purged. TB certainly does.

But the Brotherhood isn’t some dark basement cult. It’s a global institution with over 100 million members. Half of those in North America.

You don’t “disappear” one in twenty Americans without starting a war.

So, plans are made. Tiered strikes, disinformation campaigns, selective sabotage. CAS and UCAS might even go to war, as cover. We’ll see. It’s ugly, but less ugly than the alternative.

What no one knows—yet—is that Velaxas isn’t just in the world.

He’s online.


September 12–17. Denver, PCC.

Riots. Spirits. Shadows.

Denver’s already a pressure cooker. And now it’s boiling. A new kind of spirit has manifested. Not just hostile—unprecedented. Nobody knows what it is. Not even the dragons.

But Halo plays anyway.

And once again, the city calms… just a little.

If I were a conspiracy theorist, I might say these spirit events only happen because of her. Or maybe because of me. But I’m not that paranoid.

Yet.

We leave the next morning. Quick. Quiet. Eyes already on Los Angeles.

The tour continues.

But so do the shadows.

JOURNAL ENTRY – PHILIP HARROWFIELD // SEPT 4-SEPT 7, 2097

 


September 4, Tenochtitlan

Left Atlanta for my splendid lakeside mansion in Tenochtitlan.

September 5, Tenochtitlan

Someone tried to kill me—and I didn't know until much later.

Poison, administered discreetly—likely to my evening wine.

Sato, my valet, took the glass instead.

He died.

And then… he came back.

Same bioroid frame. Same memories. Same voice. But something was different.

There had been a Resonance burst moments before—small, localized, unnoticed by the general population but very clear to the sensitive. The "autopsy" confirms: Sato died, but then he lived.

So what is this new Sato?

And who sent the poison?

We traced the attack to a signal injected into the comm-net. Not physical. Not arcane. Matrix-native.

And we now believe it was Velaxas.

Not to eliminate me, not really. But to demonstrate his latest trick: the ability to remotely hijack a bioroid, possibly using Resonance-altered pathways.

He didn’t want me dead. Not yet.

He just wanted me to know he could. Or maybe he just wanted attention... dragontention. We can be such vain creatures sometimes.

September 6, Tenochtitlán.

All of this came to a head at the Aztechnology board meeting.

There was a very real chance of arriving and never leaving, or rather, leaving one heart short and rather dead.

And still, I walked into the Chamber of the 26 and made my case.

Profits are up. I'm turning lead into gold, so to speak. My prestige is rising, my influence deepening. 

And for those on the board that know: The threat of Velaxas is real. And I am the man trying to stop him.

Still, they brought in their truth-sayer, their Grand Inquisitor, and he asked me some, admittedly uncomfortable questions about my past, present, and future. 

They must have gleamed something; they cannot be that blind, but in the end, more nodded than not, and I lived. 

I am now the 27th seat on the board of Aztechnology.

Junior, yes.

But irrevocable.

September 7, Tenochtitlán.

And now we drink and relax, as brothers and sisters, beneath the shadows of the stepped pyramids and the whispers of the ur-age softly in our ears.

JOURNAL ENTRY – PHILIP HARROWFIELD // AUG 20-SEPT 3, 2097

If you’ve ever felt the world slipping between your fingers, try managing a global tour, a secret war against an imprisoned elder dragon, and the bureaucratic labyrinth of the Corporate Court—all at once. I wouldn't trade the experience for anything.


August 20–24. Seattle. Global. Everywhere.

They say Lofwyr gives good advice. What they don’t say is that he expects you to obey it.

And I didn’t.

Despite his explicit warning, I’ve begun building a coalition to guard Mount Rainier. Not because I want to rebel for the thrill of it (though let’s be honest, I probably do), but because I felt it—deep in my bones. The mountain is changing. Velaxas is not just whispering anymore. He's breathing.

So I reached out to every power bloc I could:

  • Saeder-Krupp, grudgingly aligned through sheer pragmatism

  • Aztechnology, thanks to Teq’s continued sponsorship of my bizarre life choices

  • The elves of Tir Tairngire, old-world mysticism with new-world teeth

  • The First Nations, at least the ones who will speak to me

  • Vivek in Samarkand, whose support is less overt and more esoteric

Together, we’re establishing a multinational security force. Orbital surveillance, obsidimen guardians, and a rotating cadre of top-tier mages. A thousand and five hundred of them. Which we don’t currently have. But we’re building the infrastructure to train them—fast.

A Zürich-Orbital Treaty now exists. Quiet. Sealed. Filed away in the depths of the court’s AI-guarded vaults. The kind of document that will shape history—if it works. If not... well, it’ll be someone else’s problem.


August 25–26. Houston, CAS

Texas. Lone Star pride in its full synthetic glory.

The public concert was a celebration of the independent spirit, with Halo rendered in desert golds and wildfire reds. She praised innovation, resilience, and the defiant refusal to be ruled by outsiders.

At the intimate concert, we leaned into dynastic myth. Guests included Samuel Huston and Alexa Austin, both descendants of names so iconic they might as well be brands. Halo's performance blended historical allegory with modern politics in a way that left even the cynical Texans misty-eyed.


September 2–3. Atlanta, CAS

If Houston was about independence, Atlanta was about unity. The cultural heart of the CAS.

Halo’s show here felt like a diplomatic mission. Songs of Southern legacy, freedom wrapped in tradition, and the enduring will of the people to chart their own course. It was effective—almost too effective.

The intimate concert quietly tried to smooth over CAS-UCAS tensions and even touched on the old dream of a greater American harmony. The feeds loved it. Texas? Less so. But isn’t that always the way?


Meanwhile, in the background: the price of influence is time.

I am spread far too thin. Every call leads to another obligation. Every alliance carries expectation. The political machine demands more than I can give. And still, the Matrix hums.

Wizkid is active constantly. Posts. Probes. Counter-measures. Messages. Deals. Rumors of a new Matrix cult. Someone—something—calling itself Velaxas has started appearing in technomancer spaces. Friendly. Curious. Entirely too interested in simulated reality.

JOURNAL ENTRY – PHILIP HARROWFIELD // AUG 14-19, 2097

 

Time doesn’t move in hours anymore. It moves in events. Signatures. Flights. Flames. Uploads. Screams. Applause. Data streams. Deals. It never stops, never slows. Every waking minute is more than busy, even in my dreams I am working.

Welcome to my life.


August 14. Berlin → Seattle.

After the final concert in Berlin, I was ferried by suborbital shuttle back to Seattle—ostensibly for “rest,” but in reality for... let’s call it research. The sun-stone of Huitzillin still pulses inside me, a spiritual infection of purpose, and the scepter of Amun-Ta hums when I draw near. According to reputable sources, only I can wield it properly.

The result?

My Fijian Marines—combat bioroids of Aztechnology origin—are reborn as obsidimen. Stone-skinned. Relentless. Loyal (we think, it's impossible to verify other than through actual service). And surprisingly intact mentally, at least the ones who survive. About one-third make the transition. The rest die, or worse. It’s not magic I control. Not really. I’m just a conduit for something older and stranger. Still, I manage to create over a hundred over the course of two exhausting days. A start, but we have to do better.

Also, I may have turned UCAS Senator Miles Travers into a windling. Yes, President Evans’ husband. He volunteered, if it matters. And signed a waiver.

The real question now: what am I becoming—am I mage, or a vessel for something else?

Even Maria Gardner, my dear mother-in-law-to-be—now de facto head of research—doesn’t pretend to know. But she’s very excited. That’s a good thing, and probably also not a good thing. She's been known to turn homicidal when agitated, so let's try to focus her talents in a constructive direction, shall we?

August 17–18. London, UK.

London is a mess—fractured, ungovernable, and thick with ghosts. The inner city clings to hypermodern-Victorian aesthetics, a museum curated by billionaires. The rest of the metroplex is sprawl and soot. Perfect backdrop for a concert about myth and unity.

Halo leans hard into Arthurian legend. The shattered land, the sword, the true king. Unity. Glory. Hope. It’s all beautifully rendered—simsense fidelity like you’ve never felt before. If you let yourself go, you’re not just watching the story. You are the sword. You are the sorrow. You are the promise.

Some critics will say it's hollow pageantry. That the corporate fingers are showing. That she’s selling myth like another flavor of soda. But if you’d seen the faces in that crowd—both digital and real—you’d understand it’s something more. Something rawer.

August 18. London. Intimate Concert.

The private follow-up was tighter, quieter, and more reverent. Fewer swords, more silence. Halo performed in the ruins of a pre-Crash cathedral, lit only by spectral flames and residual grief. The narrative shifted toward the leaders of the past—those who rose in times of chaos to unite the many.

I watched from the edge of the crowd. Or tried to. Everyone wanted a word. An angle. An audience. I didn’t mind. This is the job now. Corporations. Nations. Metahumanity. The whole machine turns, and I’ve become one of the cogs that knows it’s a cog. Which might be worse.

But I’m not just here for symbolism. I came to London to buy something.

Specifically: PanGen Industries.

225 billion nuyen. Paid partly by Skyway Elite, the rest cobbled together through interlocking loans, asset transfers, and financial maneuvers so convoluted even I barely follow them. EuroLabz is happy—they’re offloading a biotech asset that never quite reached breakout profitability. And I’m happy because I now own the infrastructure of a dream.

PanGen is, on paper, a standard Seattle-based medical research firm: legal, reputable, boring. But buried under all the layers is its Dark Division—focused on the HMHVV strain. The vampire virus. Some tried to monetize it as a cure. Others, as a weapon. They failed. But now I hold the keys.

The labs. The staff. The equipment. And most importantly: two research AIs, Genesis and Pandora. One is coldly brilliant. The other, invasive and homicidally creative when not properly watched. Exactly the kind of minds I need for the Axon Research Initiative. What would have taken years, I acquired overnight.

Sometimes, it’s easier to buy the future than build it.

August 19. London.

One last day of rest (if you can call it that) before the tour moves on. Halo’s tireless, the team’s drained, and I’m seeing double—both from lack of sleep and from my own fractured reflection.

The work never stops. Not in meatspace. Not in the Matrix.

Wizkid is more active than ever. Scheming. Bending data. Whispering to AIs and dragons alike. He feels almost... separate now. Like another version of me splintering off and building his own empire in neon and code.

But that’s fine. I trust him. He's never betrayed our covenant.

If it sounds like I’m tired, it’s because I am. Sleep has become something I do in microbursts during flights.

But we’ll keep moving. We must. Mount Rainier stirs. Velaxas whispers. The world is accelerating, fragmenting, twisting itself into something new and unrecognizable.

We need to move fast to stay on top.