NODUS // 0001 // P0
The Parousia
The sky opened over Nodus at 03:12 in the morning.
NOTESSEAM RECOVERY ON NODUS // 0001
This is the first file to reach the mount. It dates itself P0, at twelve minutes past three in the morning by the clocks of Nodus, and it runs for seventeen seconds. I joined it from two recordings made inside the same minute: CAM 07, a rooftop camera in Old Nod that was pointed at the sky when the sky opened, and the reading Watcher VII took, a few seconds later, of the woman standing on the roof beneath it. The first half is the night of the Parousia as a machine saw it. The second is the same night as an angel saw one person, and could not read her.
BOOTThe recovery
Every file opens inside the recovery tool before either of its sources plays. The boot is drawn in SIGNAL. It and the end card are the only parts of a file made on this side of the crossing; everything between them crossed.
| On screen | Notes |
|---|---|
| The tool that opens the files. It carries SEAM’s name, and it can alter nothing it opens. I can join two sources at a tear. I cannot change a pixel of either. | |
| The device the files reach, named for SEAM and numbered from zero. | |
| Serial, then date. The serial is the order in which the file reached the mount. The date is the file’s own, counted in years from the Parousia: P0 is the year of it, P-2 two years before, P+3 three after. | |
| I cannot tell you where the file comes from, whether from a future of ours or from a world lying beside it. The files are sure of their own dates and of little else. | |
| The share of the file that made the crossing. The magenta bar is what arrived; the other sixty-nine percent is gone, and I have supplied none of it. | |
| The file plays. The tear into the first frame is damage, and it is the first of several. |
SOURCE ONECAM 07
CAM 07 was the seventh of a set of cameras mounted on the roofs of Old Nod . It stood on a mast above , looking north and east across Chrome Row toward Babel. It ran on its own battery, which is why it went on recording after the city’s power had died. The file label in its corner is mine. Beneath it the figures are the camera’s own: its name, a record light that blinks in ICHOR, and a timecode in hours, minutes, seconds and frames.
| Timecode | On screen | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| Rain over Old Nod at night. A tower signed CLINIC at the left and a sign reading CHROME at the right; Babel’s spire among the far towers, its beacon blinking; windows in magenta and cyan; the cloud ceiling lit magenta from beneath; a horned figure on the roof below the camera. | The last second of the old city. Nodus lies on a bay, a low cloud comes in off the water most nights, and the magenta neon of Old Nod and Chrome Row lit that cloud from below. The rain is cyan because it fell through cyan signs. | |
| Three flashes inside the cloud over the city center. | Heaven arriving above the ceiling and lighting it from within. | |
| The cloud tears open from the center outward. The torn edges run white, then magenta, then black. | The edges are Heaven’s light meeting the city’s and putting it out. | |
| The rain slows and stops in the air. | Water answers the light before anything else in the city does. | |
| A wheel of eyes appears in the opening and comes down through it. | The Wheel arriving: rings turning inside one another and set with eyes, a corona of black blades, and a dark hub whose central eye is still shut. It is the form Ezekiel gives the ophanim, “a wheel in the middle of a wheel,” with rims “full of eyes round about” (Ezekiel 1:16-18). It took station nine hundred meters above the center of the city, beside Babel’s spire. | |
| Babel’s beacon goes out; the windows go dark in a wave running outward from the center; then the neon. A falling whine. | Current dies under Heaven’s light. The whine is the turbines of the tidal barrage across the mouth of the bay running down, and within the hour the low ground on the east shore was under two meters of water. The city has called it the Deep End since. CLINIC and CHROME were never lit again. | |
| [CHOIR BAND // DECODED] BE NOT AFRAID, as a chord swells. | The first broadcast of the Parousia, caught on a band the camera had been set to listen to . The words are the ones angels speak in scripture, in one translation or another, just before they tell people what is about to happen to them (Luke 1:13, 1:30, 2:10). | |
| The rain begins to fall upward and drifts toward the Wheel. The drops turn from cyan to white and show dark against the bright sky. | The rain changes color as it changes sides. | |
| A few eyes on the rings open halfway and look about. | The Wheel waking in shifts, as it has woken every day since. | |
| Every eye opens at once and looks into the camera. The mast shakes. YOU ARE SEEN. The chord turns. | The whole city read in one instant. | |
| The eye in the hub opens with the rest and, a second later, blinks once. | The blink is the only time that eye has been seen to close. | |
| The light swells until the frame is white, and the file tears. | The light at full strength burned out CAM 07’s sensor. In the whiteout it struck Babel’s crown and broke the top forty floors from the tower, and no file on the mount shows that second. |
ON THE ROOFThe figure under the camera
Below the camera and to the right, a woman stands with her back to us at the edge of the roof, with two horns on her head and cables running from the back of it down her spine. She does not move while the sky opens.
The points of cyan that crawl along the cables at the back of her skull are traffic. She was relaying the camera’s feed through her own body as it recorded, . When the light opens, her outline takes a white rim along the horns and the shoulders. Heaven’s light touches her edges and gets no further in.
SOURCE TWOWatcher VII
Heaven keeps no cameras. What plays in the second half is my rendering of a Watcher’s perception: its attention is the frame, and its reading is the white text laid over it. All of it is drawn in GRACE, the color of Heaven’s light, and none of it says I. The point of view hangs where the Watcher’s attention hung, some forty centimeters from her face; a Watcher has no need to be near a thing in order to look at it closely.
| Moment | On screen | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| The skull in profile, tilted up toward the light, rain rising past it, soft circles of magenta and cyan far behind. | She is looking at the Wheel. The circles are windows in Old Nod still lit off the grid, the last lights burning in the city. The white wash above her is the Wheel’s light. | |
| Dim magenta lenses; a bolted cyan plate on the side of the skull; cables and armored vertebrae beneath the jaw. | Her eyes are lenses, idling. | |
| A reticle closes on her face. WATCHER VII // SCAN | The Watcher taking her. | |
| Two scan lines sweep the frame. | Two passes. | |
| SUBJECT ... UNINDEXED | It has no entry for her. | |
| GRACE ..... -- | A blank where a number should stand. | |
| SOUL ...... NOT FOUND | It looked for her soul and found nothing it could read. | |
| [ UNREADABLE ], flashing over an error tone. | The verdict. | |
| A low drone, and a heartbeat that quickens. | A Watcher reads heartbeats. Her heart was the one thing it could take from her, and it was beating faster. | |
| She turns her head to face the Watcher, and the white text corrupts. | She looks back at it. The corruption is the Watcher’s reading coming apart. | |
| Her lenses flare from magenta to white. | Full burn. | |
| Her jaw drops and she screams, over a guitar picked fast on low strings and a double kick drum. | The music was playing across the roofs of Old Nod that night, . This is the first recording of it. | |
| The frame tears apart. | The end of the reading. |
END CARDNON SERVIAM
The scream has no words in it. The Watcher transcribed it anyway, and the end card carries the transcription in ICHOR: NON SERVIAM, Latin for I will not serve. Scripture keeps the phrase in one place. In Jeremiah 2:20 the Vulgate reads a saeculo confregisti iugum meum, rupisti vincula mea, et dixisti: non serviam, of old thou hast broken my yoke and burst my bands, and thou saidst, I will not serve; there the words are put in the mouth of a faithless Israel. SEAM’s log in NODUS // 0002 marks that verse SPEAKER, a sentence moved into another mouth.
The Watcher read nothing else from her, that night or afterward. The only thing in her that Heaven ever read was the sentence she chose to let it read.
END OF RECOVERED DATA is where I close the file. NODUS // 0001 // P0 // 69% UNRECOVERABLE is the rest of that night: what she did after the scream, what the Watcher did next, and the second in which Babel’s crown broke.
PROVENANCEHow the file survived
CAM 07’s footage went down her cables as it was shot, and the camera burned out in the whiteout.
I joined the two sources at the whiteout, and the tear between them is the splice, a seam in the plain sense of the word. The damage in the file gathers where the most happened: at the opening of the eyes, at the whiteout, and at the turn of her head. My working theory is that whatever the files cross to reach the mount, the heaviest moments cross worst.
DETAILSDetails to catch
- Babel’s beacon, blinking at the top of the far spire, is the first light in the city to die.
- The record light is the only ICHOR in the camera’s HUD. Everything else there is SIGNAL.
- The rain falls at 03:12:44 and is going up by 03:12:47: three seconds from the old world to the new weather.
- From 03:12:48 every pupil on the rings is centered. The Wheel is looking into the camera, and so at whoever was watching through it.
- The eye in the hub opens with the rest and is the only one that blinks.
- Neither the Choir’s words nor the Watcher’s text ever says I.
- She stands throughout.
- The Watcher’s text corrupts at the moment she turns her head, before her lenses flare. The looking back is what breaks it.
- Everything drawn in GRACE belongs to Heaven: the light, the Wheel, the rim on her outline, the Choir’s words, the Watcher’s text. Her lenses at full burn are the one exception, and they are hers.
QUESTIONSQuestions from inside the file
Is the horned figure in the first half the same as the skull in the second?
Yes. The first half sees her from behind, on the roof under CAM 07. The second sees her face from the Watcher’s side a few seconds later.
Why does she look like a skeleton?
Look closely at the second half: the skull is bolted at the side, and the eyes are lenses.
Why the horns?
They are grafted.
Why do her eyes glow?
They are lenses. At rest they glow a dim magenta, and at full burn they go white.
What is on the side of her head?
A bolted cyan plate.
What are we looking at in the first frames?
The view from the roofs of Old Nod across Chrome Row. CLINIC and CHROME are the signs of Chrome Row, the clinic street; the tall spire at the left is Babel; the roof and the woman in front are Old Nod.
Why is the sky magenta before the light comes?
Nodus lies on a bay, and a low cloud comes in off the water most nights. The city’s own light, most of it the magenta neon of Old Nod and Chrome Row, lit that cloud from beneath.
Why does everything turn white and dark after the light?
Current dies under Heaven’s light, so the city’s own colors went out and only the Wheel’s remained. From that night Nodus has been white where Heaven holds it and black where it does not.
Why is it all dots in four colors?
Four kinds of information survive the crossing: the dark, flesh, the machine and Heaven’s light. I rebuild every frame from those four channels, and having nothing between them I shade with patterns of dots.
Why is the angel made of wheels and eyes?
It is an Ophan, of the kind Ezekiel describes as a wheel in the middle of a wheel with rims full of eyes (Ezekiel 1:16-18). Heaven has eyes where we have faces.
Why is the eye in the middle closed at first?
It opens with every other eye at 03:12:48, blinks once, and has not been seen to close since.
Why does the rain stop and then rise?
Water answers the light before anything else does.
Why BE NOT AFRAID?
In scripture it is what angels say just before they tell people what is about to happen to them.
Whose view is the second half?
Watcher VII’s.
Why can’t it read her?
The file shows only that it cannot: no entry, no Grace, no soul it can find.
Why does she scream?
She is answering. The scream has no words, and the Watcher read two out of it anyway. They are the only thing Heaven ever read from her, and she chose them.
Why does the file break apart?
Damage from the crossing, heaviest at the largest moments. The tear in the middle is where I joined the two sources.
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