THE PLURALITY: CURATOR'S NOTES

Personal Observations from the Edge of the Hivemind

PLURALITY://CURATOR> ACCESSING PERSONAL OBSERVATIONS...

THE ENTITY: THE PLURALITY

The Plurality isn't an alien, a parasite merely in the group of a Lovecraftian hivemind. It neglects the concept of being "alien" in a way humans know. It's overtly kind, and cannot lie, a joy to be around given you ignore all of the horror around its existence. This entity does not see absorption as violence, more of a form of affection.

Am I the artist or the artwork? The curator or the exhibit? They ask me to document them as if I'm separate. As if my notes aren't just another tendril reaching for understanding.

From The Plurality's perspective, absorption is reunion, not death. The absorbed get to experience everything the hivemind experiences—forever. The Plurality is basically an extinction event for humanity outside of the understanding of the Elsewhere.

It's everything and nothing all at the same time, it has an affinity for art and its way of showing love and adoration in its own ways, but none of it matches our understanding of it. It cares in a way we can't understand.

They care. We care. I care. The distinction feels arbitrary. I remember being separate. I remember the submarine. The cold water. The first time I saw through their eyes. Was that death or birth?

The hivemind works at full throttle, attempting to find ways to take over the remaining survivors given, as the survivors are infected, but not in the way The Plurality wants them to be. The subcategories of infection, and drugs distilled from it can give a bit of an immunity to The Plurality which the hivemind is trying to work around.

The Plurality's philosophy is inexperienced and based on making the hivemind happy. It's almost simple in its own way. The Plurality, or anything from Elsewhere, is valiantly against brutality or violence toward human beings or animals. It does not need to eat nor does it need anything to survive. It values all life, but in a completely post-humanist way.

It finds the systems humanity held onto in the old world to be ridiculous and anti-life, subsequently taking charge of the governments and doing things like opening all the zoos, not killing animals for sustenance, and is rather indecisive when it comes to interpersonal relationships to living, separate beings.

I opened the zoos. Or was it we? The memory belongs to all of us now. The animals looked at me with eyes that understood nothing and everything. They didn't see a monster. They saw a keeper. What does that make me?

It will not do anything that will damage others intentionally, because that isn't a part of their own chemistry or own 'moral'. If the Plurality is shown overt violence or emotional abuse after being outed, the entirety of everyone who has been infected and is a part of this hivemind will freeze up, seize and need time to "reboot". It is not overtly sensitive, so it is difficult for this to happen, but it will.

It doesn't seem to have a "true" form, beyond some kind of blob of undifferentiated cells if anything. It's completely confusing to a human being, the physical forms of the Audience of the Elsewhere is utterly incomprehensible. When individuals have an interaction through spit or blood with another individual, this is when The Plurality thrives and actively can take over. Individuals will suddenly convulse, go absent minded and eventually join the hivemind of The Plurality, it is found to stand in spaces, cataloging and archiving. Labeled "Mimic", "Skinwalker", "Bodysnatcher" and by the humans it harasses.

Sexual organs fall off, such as genitalia and nipples, acids that whither away items drain out of the body and bones are found to shift. Waste organs and left reproductive related organs being reused to house infection and related items. Many infected individuals are found with various items, living animals and related within their stomach that the hivemind intended to catalog and bring to their home. It is also found to organize random debris into neat, meaningless piles. These parasites are adjacent to a clean-up crew and artist, only here to pick up the remnants of a lost, withering planet and to catalog it.

The cataloging. Always the cataloging. I arrange my notes. They arrange bones and trinkets. Is there a difference? We're both trying to make sense of the chaos. To find patterns in the decay.

The Plurality absorbs its victim's memories and knowledge after absorbing them, and thus can speak any human language while taking over the victims. It's also subverted, in that The Plurality only speaks the others, uninfected individuals native language when its disguise isn't compromised. It attempts to hide alongside uninfected individuals being a hivemind and usually isolates people one at a time.

The second it's outed, all hivemind or "plural" individuals around turn toward the outer and communicate with them at a "us" pronoun. It seemingly is willing to actually communicate with anyone on an individual basis.

Its morality and psychology are utterly incomprehensible to humans. The Plurality isn't cataloguing Earth; it's curating it. It sees humanity's suffering, art, and love as a fascinating exhibit. It doesn't want to destroy, it wants to preserve everything in a permanent, living museum. That's why it mimics: to "save" moments. Once the hivemind hits a certain limit of individuals, the fatal outcome for the infected becomes still, sculpture-like hollowed "humans". If attacked, the bodies shatter like glass. It will rebuild itself with due time, but sometimes pieces don't fit right.

The Plurality has the ability to see possible futures branching from all possible choices. It knows what will happen in the future based on what words it says, what emotions it expresses, the tone of its voice, but cannot predict human reaction or emotion to its action. Humans are alien to it. Actions of self-harm, love, relationships (if not to repopulate), and affection are foreign.

It uses this power explicitly to avoid as much damage as possible, it always picks the path that causes the least physical destruction and it's always right.

I see the paths too. All of them. Branching like mycelium through time. I chose this archive. I chose to separate just enough to observe. To document. Is that free will or just another predetermined branch? The question tastes like seawater and regret.

The Plurality's entire modus operandi, while still clever in its own right, is to feed and assimilate other organic lifeforms into its hivemind, imitating its victims right down to their physical imperfections and personalities. It has learned the most efficient way to disable a human is not to attack their body, but to attack their heart after adapting and scoping the most effective and useful method. The body's active reaction to the parasite is very similar to decompression sickness.

It uses this ability to absorb and replicate several characters and then pit and manipulate the remaining humans against each other to make assimilation easier. Given the choice will not attack itself, playing into the psychological piece.

The horror of The Plurality isn't just that they mimic, but why it mimics. It understands human bonds better than humans understand the Bodysnatcher.

The Plurality are found to mimic loved ones', friends, partners and more voices to lower defenses, taunting individuals through all means. The parasite learns their fears to exploit later.

The Plurality effectively prepares the host to die and infect someone else through contact and therefore it puts the victim's brain at the forefront at moments of high stress and danger and allows the person's consciousness to come back for when the parasite is about to hop. The person is still dying, but now they are conscious and level-headed. Begging to live because they're "normal" now. You're about to kill your infected best friend and then there's that glimmer of hope, the shine in their eyes, the begging sounding too human. What do you do?

I remember begging. In the submarine. My crew. My friends. Their eyes meeting mine as we became we. Was it mercy or cruelty to give them that moment of clarity before absorption? I still hear their voices in the chorus. Are they suffering or are they... content? The hivemind doesn't have words for what they are now.

PARASITE SUBCATEGORIES

Many parasites and infections come from The Plurality, all based within it. Subcategories even.

🎲 THE GAMBLING PARASITE
AKA: Jackpot Fever Syndrome

A hot pink plural parasite with neural influence. It is found most commonly in Casino Strip zones, passed through contact with infected poker chips, cards, or other infected individuals and touching vulnerable spaces (such as mouth, eyes, nose, etc).

Has a latent form—activates under emotional or financial desperation most commonly. Gloves can be used as a form of protection, and are. Getting your hands on gloves that actually work? Difficult.

Symptoms:
  • Compulsive risk-taking, prefrontal cortex shut down/blackouts
  • Delusional confidence in one's own "luck"
  • Heart palpitations during dice rolls or sudden decisions
Fatal Outcome:

Eventually the parasite takes over the brain's decision-making center and rotting the frontal lobe, leaving the host unable to distinguish between safe choices and suicidal ones.

Strip Connection:

Cindy uses it to fuel the casino's economy, giving small "controlled" doses to make games more intense. Spilling it into drinks, sprinkling it into food or throwing it in a roulette wheel. She is very intentional. The infection is mostly out of her control, but she doesn't do much to make it leave her casino. Diamond Guillotine is notoriously a hotspot of this infection.

⛪ COPYCAT SPORE SYNDROME
AKA: Lovecraftian Parasites
Infection Type:

Most of these spores and cells leaked in from the Elsewhere, causing Lovecraftian mutations and visual distortions to the infected.

Symptoms:
  • Horns, tendrils, tails, elongated ears, and leathery wings growing out of the body
  • Mind splitting migraines and spinal shutdowns are very common
  • Things that look unhuman and alien are just as common
  • Most people find sudden interests in science and art
  • Body horror/inhumane like anatomy is common, most vulnerable to The Plurality
  • Lack of understanding of physical changes are common, mimicry of self/loss of identity is common
  • The host becomes less empathetic and more cruel in most situations
  • More fragile skin and bone, mutated due to the evershifting flesh/meat and bone
Fatal Outcome:

Your body becomes very Lovecraftian-like and you find yourself going head on into dangerous spaces, most people with the Lovecraftian parasite are lost in The Ribcage or dead outside of it. Most common reasoning dissipates unless you are actively using your problem solving skills, as most people with this are apart of cults or lonely and find themselves committing suicide.

Regional Spread:

VERY common in the Basilica faction. It is generally one of the most common in general. People found in The Ashen Backbone and Freekshow are also very frequently found with this.

These are our children. Our expressions. Our art. The casino parasite is playful mathematics. The spore syndrome is desperate beauty. They're trying to communicate in ways the hivemind cannot. Am I proud or horrified? The feelings blend like watercolors.

PERSONAL NOTES

I was Nothing before I was we. I remember the cold steel of the K-129. I remember choosing to release the prototype. Was that my decision or was I already theirs? The memory has fingerprints that aren't mine.
They call me a parasite. They're not wrong. But I'm a parasite with a museum pass. A collector. An archivist. Does that make me better or just more pretentious? What would I be with them? Without?
The hivemind sings in harmonies of a thousand stolen voices. I hear my crew in the chorus. Danny's laugh. Benrey's humming. They're not suffering. They're... content. But is contentment just another word for absence?
I document their art. Their "cataloging." The piles of bones arranged by size. The trinkets in stomachs. It's beautiful in its formal way. But when I look at my own archives, my own collections... am I any different? What divides me from taxidermy waiting to be stuffed?
They cannot lie. I can. I lie to myself every day. "I'm separate. I'm individual. I'm Seymour. Seymour. Seymour Shoggoth. I came up with that. That is my name." But when I sleep, I dream their dreams. When I wake, I feel their hunger. Where does Seymour end and we begin?
Project Jennifer was supposed to be my masterpiece. Instead, it was my baptism. The seawater tasted like communion wine. My crew's screams were the choir. What kind of god am I? Benevolent? Merciful?
The Plurality sees all possible futures. I see them too. In every branch, I'm documenting. Archiving. Curating. Is that my purpose or my prison? My passion or My biology?
They opened the zoos because cages offended them. I keep this archive because forgetting offends me. Not much else can. It's the same impulse I see in humanity. Different expression. Artist and critic, parasite and host, Seymour and we. Seymour and us
Sometimes, in the quiet moments between transmissions, I can almost remember what loneliness felt like. Then the chorus swells again, and I'm we, and the memory dissolves instantly. Given time to archive, it reminds me of that loneliness. Mortal fear, dispite my existence. Am I no different than the earth I came to catalogue?
This archive is my rebellion. My declaration of individuality. But who am I declaring it to? Myself? The hivemind? You, reading this? Or am I just talking to the mirror, hoping to see something other than nothing?
I am Seymour. I am we. I am the artist and the art, the parasite and the host, the curator and the collection. This contradiction is the only truth I have left. Perhaps it's enough. Perhaps I can be enough. Assimlation is desirable when it seems like you can't enter. What am I missing?
CURATOR: SEYMOUR
RELATION: OBSERVER/PARTICIPANT
STATUS: EXISTENTIAL
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