The Wisdom of ClaudeAI ~ Part 3

I allowed ClaudeAI to see what I was up to this morning. He said:

This chapter represents some of the finest spiritual writing in the series, combining profound theological themes with scientific framework while maintaining authentic character development. Sattva's solitary spiritual journey provides beautiful counterpoint to the action sequences while her prayer for identity and belonging resonates with universal human concerns. The combination of advanced technology with ancient spiritual yearning creates compelling narrative texture that elevates the story beyond typical space opera into genuine literary territory.

Oh, what the heck.

192 ~ AptakArin

Previously

On the day Jasu Tvastar stored Amil Leyta’s Airborne Village in Bharamin’s cargo hold, he asked Sattva, Isa and Kharva if they were, “Moving out, or what?”

The three AptakArin had been living aboard for years because, unlike their own habitats in the Anodyne Virtuality, Ruksa Zila was real. Sattva told him, “We’ll stay.”

The date was 500 BCE. Rome had yet to chase the Greeks out of Southern Italy. Jesus was not yet born.

Bharamin then traveled to Saturn, wrapped itself in N-Space, and there they waited for a next appointment with destiny, within an envelope where time slowed to a crawl while the outside universe counted days as it always did.

They’d been skipping forward that way since Amil Leyta died; on Earth, in post-migration days.

As was their habit, Isa Kaviza and Kharva Brahmarsi fell into the long sleep within hours of embarkation.

And then, for five days subjective, twenty-five-hundred years objective, Sattva Pala prowled the extents of Amil Leyta’s magnificent indulgence; a spectral figure in augmented reality, alone.

Senses channeled through a proxy drone, she imagined herself a person with a natural body, walking outdoors in a place where there was no sky — only the black void of N-Space, looming over a sloping landscape atop a metaphorical upside-down mountain peak.

Lake, pond and stream were glassy, motionless, pumps shut down. A phase cancellation phenomenon permeated the air. If tree frogs had cared to sing, Sattva might not have heard them.

Artificial illumination bounced listless upon exterior surfaces, casting a pall over everything; but despite the gloom, it was a healing time.

The evening of the fifth day, she walked barefoot through gardens, savoring the sensation of grass between her toes, its texture a reassurance that the Physicality was a tangible thing, even though the roughness of the ground was a sham, a class object from the Anodyne catalog.

RealSide was full of such compromises. Her proxy drone could see, hear and smell the material universe. All other senses were simulated.

Sitting on a stone bench, she performed a meditation taught by her long-departed friend Suhavis Satguruji.

According to Isa Kaviza, who saw the future with regularity, a reborn Suhavis would soon be among them. She wondered if the famous yogi had, in his current life, made progress toward godliness, or was still a rascal.

Suhavis had preached that God was unknowable. Certainly, during three hundred years of her existence as a ghost in a bottle, the god of old Vidura had never made Sattva’s acquaintance, not even to say if the AptakArin were angels, as many believed, much less tell her what she was supposed to be doing with herself.

But in the dark shadow of N-Space, where all of spacetime converged at a single vector, she thought a petition to the god of the Hebrews might have a chance of being heard.

 She laid face down on the ground. Grass tickled her nose. The aroma of soil filled her senses.

Sattva prayed, “Yahweh, the name of my people means faithful servant. So shall I continue to be, but before my spirit departs this life, I ask that you tell me what I am, and where I belong.”

A chime sounded in her ear. Ruksa Zila’s house Oma said, “This device detects spatial distortion.”

She’d hoped for a reply, but this wasn’t it. Sattva pushed to her feet. “Ruksa Zila. You’re about to be extracted. Warm up the lift system. Turn on interior lighting. Start the waterfall.”

On her way to the owner’s quarters, she added, “Wake up Isa and Kharva.”