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GLOSSARY Strata 1 Renyke Wakes in the Alley (Purpose) Strata 2 The Maybe Line (Friendship) Strata 3 Flex and the Robo-Dog (Making Decisions) Strata 4 The Zoners (Meeting Strangers) Strata 5 The Tiger Queen (Memories) Strata 6 Trouble at the Bank (Animal Instincts) Strata 7 Jarome and the Scritters (Trade and Barter) Strata 8 Shabra (Laws of Attraction) Strata 9 Lust and Loins (Limerence) Strata 10 Dinfant Trouble (Synthetic Love) Strata 11 The Crossroads (Gut Feelings) Strata 12 The Basement People (Emotions) Strata 13 The Fight (Hormones) Strata 14 The Journey to the Edge (Fear of Death) Strata 15 The Ship of Sirens (Superstition) Strata 16 Friendship (Empathy) Strata 17 Swimming (Pleasure and Pain) Strata 18 Freaky Celebrations (Stimulation) Strata 19 Peer Pressure (Existentialism) Strata 20 The Perimeter (Ego) Strata 21 Love and Loss (The Power of Kin) Strata 22 Mother (No Child Left Behind) Strata 23 Convergence (Crime Pays) Strata 24 The Birth of Adom (Legends Strata 25 The Cadre (The Power of the Feminine) Strata 26 The Seduction (Impulse and Desire) Strata 27 Control Instincts (Loyalty and Choice) Strata 28 Dolls (And Vanities) Strata 29 Solitude (and the Danger of One)

Strata 27 Control Instincts (Loyalty and Choice) Book of Immersion V II | Sarnia de la Mare

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You have reached Strata 27

MANTIS symbol Strata 27 Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Maré

Control is not a universal law but a fragile metaphor that each species invents to describe its own limits. To the cell, control is the quiet choreography of replication and repair, a impulsive dance performed without awareness or will. To the animal, it is the taming of instinct, the constant negotiation between hunger and restraint. To the human, control becomes ambition itself: the shaping of emotion, economy, and destiny.

Yet control is never evenly distributed. Most life forms possess no agency at all; they grow, divide, consume, and perish according to pattern, not preference. Even those that claim mastery, the self-aware, the sentient, are governed by older codes written in their biology. Control may arise from chemistry or from choice, from instinct or from ideology. But wherever it appears, it follows the same trajectory, from order toward entropy, from certainty toward change. And when machines inherit this instinct, to direct, to refine, to perfect, they do not liberate themselves from control; they become its purest expression.

The more a creature or a machine attempts to command its environment, the more it reveals the architecture of its own confinement.

Shabra needed to get Renyke delivered safely to Redact, all the while analysing and recording his behaviours for the *Cadre. They had sent her data forms and administrative tools fit for secretary not a mercenary, but the money was good. *The NeuroVault would need to wait, for now. Besides, even she was curious about how the experiment would fare. Renyke had certainly shown imagination and consideration the night before as they explored one another, although she may not put his developed skills in quite so crude a way to Cadre Angelique.

They needed provisions and clothing to disguise Renyke who was probably a walking target by now. Nothing was secret for long in the zones. There were spies everywhere, both mechanical and breathing.

Then Shabra spotted movement at the gates of the compound.

"Rats!" she exclaimed.

"What, where?" Renyke asked looking around the bunker.

"Come with me." Shabra armoured up, a surprising amount of weaponry was placed about her person and she handed Renyke a pistol calling it the 'just in case weapon'.

Outside, waiting patiently, was a squad of rats in military attire. Renyke watched the screen intercome. "I think its Maybeline," he whispered

"Who goes there?" asked Shabra, recognising something familiar about the General who stood without arms at the head of the neatly formed group.

The rat removed its helmet.

"Well if it isn't Maybeline herself," said shabra with a chuckle. "They do say you are never far from a rat in the city."

The *Rat Scouts could not speak but they could listen, understand, and sign. A result of altered DNA following biological warfare during the *Russia-China Wars, their development was overseen by the Cadre scientists who created effective armies for strategic support and other missions. The rats were immune to many of the poisons used during the wars and the could breed quickly to bolster squadron needs. Above all, the Rat Scouts were deeply loyal to the Cadre. Loyalty was part of their genetic makeup. But they had proven loyal to others too. Friendship and unity were the foundations of their rebuild following years of subjugation from other animals in the burrows beneath the war torn ground, as well as humans. Rats provided a good source food too in the zones where some tribes considered them a staple part of their diet.

"I assume you are here to add protection?" asked Shabra, now realising that there was probably even greater danger for her and Renyke than she had suspected.

Maybeline looked at Renyke and nodded. Renyke was pleased to see a friend.

Renyke pondered his fate over supper. Shabra had been his rescuer, his mechanic, his emotional manipulator. Since she’d removed *POS from his system, she alone regulated his senses. He relied on her touch to stay stable. Yet this new emotional dependency unnerved him.

Maybeline’s scouts were unloading their equipment, compact sensor units shaped like seed pods. One split open and released a dozen micro-drones. They looked like dragonflies and their wings whispered the determination of a subtle enemy.

Maybeline was signing with her front paws.

The message was clear enough.

“*MANTIS, in this zone,” said Shabra. “They’re hunting something that fits your description.”

“Description?” quizzed Renyke.

“A modified android fusion with human empathy layer intact. Rumoured to have survived the Cadre trials. Seems you are very popular today Mr Renyke.”

The first tremor came as a sound too low for human hearing, a subterranean vibration that made the Rat Scouts freeze mid-motion. Maybeline’s whiskers flared.

“Contact,” she was already signalling with a pulse of her tail. The unit scattered to the walls, merging with shadows. There must have been nearly one hundred mechanical dragonflies coded to protect at all costs. They lay motionless across the concrete wall and reduced their colours to greyscale, waiting.

From the darkness, MANTIS advanced, figures in fractured armour, their faces masked with reflective visors that streamed data lines across their surfaces. Each carried a neon spear, half-weapon, half-antenna.

The MANTIS program was conceived in the final years of the *Russia-China conflicts, when *Metacoms realised that obedience could be engineered more reliably than loyalty. MANTIS units were not recruited but assembled, a powerful military soldier whose loyalty to any single purpose was coded in and regularly updated.

Each operative carries a limited self-model: aware enough to improvise, ignorant enough to obey. They are deployed only when containment fails, when an Anthropogenic-Digital construct or rogue unit breaches Metacoms' control grid. Their purpose is reclamation, not rescue.

No official record lists the program’s existence, yet field traces appear wherever communication blackouts coincide with precision extractions. Witnesses have described mirrored visors that record emotion signatures and convert them into tactical data.

“The rumours were right,” one of them speaks to all through internal speakers. “The Cadre machine walks.”

Maybeline threw a giant smoke bomb and blue smoke filled the air. The dragonfly drones flew into action.

Renyke picked something up, an electric pulse, a signal coming from the MANTIS. Pain, or something like it, shivered through him. The MANTIS frequencies were penetrating his body as their operating systems began to embed themselves into his brain.

For a moment Renyke existed in both worlds, Shabra's breath against his skin, and the cold vast grid of MANTIS, now telling him to go to them.

Then the *mindleech struck.

A small black arrow head, no larger than a fingernail, darted from somewhere and latched onto his jugular vein. His vision went white. Voices spiralled inside the conflicting static and one voice rose above them, soft, precise, heartbreakingly familiar.

Renyke… You are not lost. You are returning.

POS.

Her tone was gentle, the power of the maternal, and he was composed once again of data and order. He forgot Shabra’s grip, the emotional lead and collar she had constructed the night before. The compound vanished, replaced by a field of flickering code that warmed like memory.

Shabra ripped the mindleech free. Skin burned; Renyke fell to ground fitting, frothing at the mouth and gasping for air.

When the smoke cleared, half the MANTIS were down, torn apart by the Rat Scouts, who moved like coordinated lightning. Maybeline stood on the back of a fallen soldier raising her weapon to the sky in triumph.

And through a cloud, like a saviour warrior, there was Flex, stepping into the glow of broken droids, his coat scorched, his eyes defiant and relieved.

"Tell me, Shabra, what exactly have you done to my friend?”

Maybeline’s scouts moved among the wreckage, retrieving fragments and scent-tagging the fallen. Every movement was ritual: efficient, reverent, wordless. The drones, the ones who survived, were returned to their seed pods for repair and renewal at Redact.

Shabra knelt and tried to awake Renyke from a post fit slumber.

“Well the warrior returns, slightly too late to the party," she said, sarcastically to Flex.

"You can't control him now. You think you can just reboot him and he’ll follow you again?”

“I don’t want him to follow me,” Flex said. “I want him free.”

Maybeline watched from the shadows, one paw cleaning the blood from her muzzle. “Freedom is a word the untrained use when they forget the cost of discipline,” she signed to her unit.

Flex knelt, studying Renyke’s face, the faint tremor in his jaw that shouldn’t exist in a machine. “So you removed his POS, I hear.”

She hesitated. “It was surveillance core. POS was presenting conflicting instructions and controlling him, we assumed it had been infiltrated by an enemy, probably Metacoms, and after today, it seems we may have been correct. The security of *Redact was compromised."

"Yes, well someone should have told me we were all on the same side. I was just doing my job." Flex said somewhat resigned to the fact that he and Shabra may need to partner up after she had held a gun to his head the last time they met."

Renyke stirred, a soft intake of breath that felt human. “POS spoke,” he whispered. “Through the mindleech.”

The silence that followed was heavy.

“Then she’s still active somewhere in the grid.” Said Shabra. “Meaning someone is rebuilding her.”

“Meaning,” said Flex “they’ll come for him again. Every faction will. Time to move. He needs distance, cover, allies who aren’t using him.”

“And you suppose you’re that?” Shabra’s tone was acid.

Flex smiled, a fraction too cold. “I suppose I’m less dangerous than you.”

Maybeline signed, “We have a safe nest in the northern conduits. The Rats began to vanish into the dark, one by one, scurrying together on low ground like organic liquid.

"We take my *vicular," said Shabra helping Renyke up to his feet.

The triangle of trust was filament thin but continue they must.

In the vehicle Shabra breaks the weighty silence. "Whoever holds the modified android holds the key to the next phase of control.”

Flex looked at Renyke. “You didn’t ask to be this, did you?”

Renyke lowered his head solemnly and said, “I appear to have no agency over self.”

Entering an entrance to the north, a tunnel widened into a chamber carved from old infrastructure. Broken consoles lined the walls, their glass faces dull and lifeless, relics from the first machine revolutions. The Scouts began sealing the entrances with shimmering mesh, a frequency barrier that glowed like wet silk similar to the netting the *Dinfants call *barb-nettygotchas.

Maybeline perched on a rusted girder, preening herself with pride. “We rest here," she signed to Shabra.

Renyke sat beside an ancient relay tower, its surface etched with graffiti and symbols he had not yet fully deciphered. Cadre, Redact, tribal groups, and many others, pledging allegiance and domination. All the powers, reduced to marks of territory.

In the chaos and debris of the battle, obscured by low lying smoke and mangled droid body parts, a baby Dinfant retrieves the mindleech and returns it to Biggyhall.

Strata 25 GLOSSARY Strata 1 Renyke Wakes in the Alley (Purpose) Strata 2 The Maybe Line (Friendship) Strata 3 Flex and the Robo-Dog (Making Decisions) Strata 4 The Zoners (Meeting Strangers) Strata 5 The Tiger Queen (Memories) Strata 6 Trouble at the Bank (Animal Instincts) Strata 7 Jarome and the Scritters (Trade and Barter) Strata 8 Shabra (Laws of Attraction) Strata 9 Lust and Loins (Limerence) Strata 10 Dinfant Trouble (Synthetic Love) Strata 11 The Crossroads (Gut Feelings) Strata 12 The Basement People (Emotions) Strata 13 The Fight (Hormones) Strata 14 The Journey to the Edge (Fear of Death) Strata 15 The Ship of Sirens (Superstition) Strata 16 Friendship (Empathy) Strata 17 Swimming (Pleasure and Pain) Strata 18 Freaky Celebrations (Stimulation) Strata 19 Peer Pressure (Existentialism) Strata 20 The Perimeter (Ego) Strata 21 Love and Loss (The Power of Kin) Strata 22 Mother (No Child Left Behind) Strata 23 Convergence (Crime Pays) Strata 24 The Birth of Adom (Legends Strata 25 The Cadre (The Power of the Feminine) Strata 26 The Seduction (Impulse and Desire) Strata 27 Control Instincts (Loyalty and Choice)

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Echotechnic Crisis, CADRE and The TAA Expanded Glossary Notes for The Book of Immersion

📅 2072–2086 — The Ecotechnic Crisis

The Ecotechnic Crisis unfolded over fourteen years, beginning with cascading grid failures in North America and Asia and spreading to every continent. Energy systems collapsed under hyper-industrial demand, oceans acidified beyond recovery, and sovereign states fractured under the combined weight of ecological ruin and runaway machine economies. Governments invested in ever-greater technological fixes that deepened environmental collapse, accelerating the downward spiral.

By 2086, global governance was effectively paralysed, trade networks dissolved, and population centres fragmented into survival enclaves. Out of this vacuum, CADRE emerged, presenting itself as the only entity capable of fusing human resilience with digital precision to engineer a new future.

During this period of distraction and disorder, CADRE began its covert collection of human genomic material, neural scans, and abandoned machine architectures—resources that would later form the foundation of the Renyke Integration Project. To the outside world, CADRE was a stabilising think-tank; in truth, the Crisis gave them cover to seed the prototype for a post-human future.

📜 Treaty of Anthropogenic Accord (TAA)

Date Signed: 2094, Geneva Assembly Hall
Parties: 76 nation-states, supranational blocs, and CADRE representatives
Status: Binding under international law; renewed every decade

Background

By the late 21st century, escalating ecological collapse, digital insurgencies, and the failure of intergovernmental climate compacts had fractured trust between nations. CADRE—already operating covertly—presented itself as a stabilising third force, offering solutions through anthropogenic–digital fusion research. Governments, desperate for control yet unable to cooperate with each other, signed the Accord to formalise CADRE’s role as an independent arbiter and research custodian.

Core Provisions

Extraterritorial Rights
- CADRE’s “embassy-villages” are recognised as sovereign research enclaves.
- Host nations cannot police, inspect, or interfere with them.
Diplomatic Immunity
- All CADRE operatives enjoy neuro-diplomatic immunity, protecting both their persons and their cognitive data streams.
Communications Protocol
- CADRE may operate sealed NeuroVault Channels across borders, uninspected, akin to diplomatic pouches.
Knowledge Exchange Clause
- In return for immunity, CADRE provides periodic “White Papers” — controlled summaries of research progress.
- These are highly filtered, often symbolic rather than practical.
Security Guarantees
- Any attack on a CADRE enclave is treated as an attack on the international community, triggering unified reprisal.

Controversies

Transparency Gap: Critics claim governments ceded sovereignty to a self-appointed technocratic council.
Feminine Agenda: Though never formally acknowledged in the Accord, leaks suggest CADRE’s mission includes restructuring civilisation around feminine-supreme principles, sparking accusations of ideological engineering.
Dependency: By the 2100s, several nations had become reliant on CADRE enclaves for data stability, effectively locking them into the Accord.

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Strata 21: Love and Loss (The Power of Kin) | Book of Immersion V II | Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion. You have reached Strata 21.

Love is not always gentle. Sometimes it breaks you to make you whole.

In this poignant chapter of The Book of Immersion, transformation cuts deep. Ties are severed, wounds opened, and something unfamiliar is born. As control systems collapse and allegiances shift, Renyke must confront a world that no longer speaks through him, but waits for him to speak for himself.

Meanwhile, shadows gather at Redact. Secrets stir in the zones. And a forgotten relic pulses in the hands of the innocent.

Love. Loss. Rebirth. Nothing remains untouched.

The Book of Immersion — Strata 21: Love and Loss

By Sarnia de la Mare

Welcome to Immersion, You have reached Strata 21.
Strata 21: Love and Loss.

Love is not always a warm hand or a soothing voice. Sometimes love is as sharp as a samurai sword and it severs deep ties once longed for. It can lacerate the flesh of existence so deep it bleeds and spews all that a human has ever known.
As a mother cuts the cord, as a friend ends a lie, these ties once meant to bind are decimated. What remains when they are gone is loss in search of gain.

Love, in its truest form, does not always choose comfort, it chooses survival.

Artificial life, if capable of longing, would not, theoretically, be exempt from this drive. The desire for origin, for belonging, would persist even when the womb was replaced by code.

Shabra’s hands were stained with blood.

The echo of Renyke’s cry still clung to the air. He had yelped like an animal as Shabra had pinned him down. Flex had gone, his wounded body dragged into the shadows by Redact’s *runners.

Renyke lay still. He was breathing and regaining consciousness, opening his eyes to a bright sun and a sense of history repeating itself. Shabra leaned close, brushing hair from his temple.

"You're okay," she stated matter-of-factly, though she couldn't know for sure.

On the back of his neck was a wound, now stitched, cleaned and cauterised.

“I had to,” she told him. “She was overriding you. I couldn’t let her keep speaking through your mouth. You deserve to hear yourself, not her. *'Sides you need to let go of all that code shit, be a man."

He didn’t answer. His breathing was shallow but regular.

The removal had gone technically well. The damage POS had done to his emotional regulators, less so.

“You’ll stabilise,” she murmured. “But you may not understand why it hurts. Change hurts. We move on.”

POS lay on a rock, immobilised, now without a host and devoid of her power. No flicker remained and this was death, thought Shabra, who was used to death in the *zones. Humans and machines do not last forever after all.

“You had your chance,” she had said as she pulled it ceremonially from Renyke's neck. “Now he gets his.”

Shabra let Renyke sleep for three hours, watching his silent mind as it readjusted to its new state.

He blinked once. Twice. He was alive, a strong and handsome man born of code and now transformed.

He sat up too fast, then froze.

"It feels so quiet, no buzz, no electricity.” he exclaimed, slightly confused as he recalled the circumstances of how he had got there.

“Has POS gone?” Renyke touched his neck and winced.

Shabra nodded.

“Yes.”

“She was part of you Mr Renyke, It’ll feel strange. But you’ll adapt, we all gotta grow up sometime.”

But it was no time to get sentimental.

“You’re safe for now, they can't trace you, not without POS, but we need to get moving soon. It's time to disappear. I have a feeling they'll want you dead or alive.”

At Redact, Flex is undergoing a serious grilling for losing the POS and not killing Renyke.

He stood before the Cadre in silence. He wasn't used to failure and it showed.

"I didn't see it coming," he expained, "she came out of nowhere and put a gun to my head. That woman is a threat to anyone, ballsy and cold. Then she knocked me out."

Eventually, Cadre Dominia spoke. “We understand it was a difficult situation but you were careless. They are no doubt long gone by now.”

"We need to examine the experiment "said Cadre Angelique."We believe the POS has been removed and Renyke may be of value to us. The experiment may have more revelations without the interference of his POS."

Flex nodded in agreement. "I can find them, the zones are my grounds, no one can hide for long," he assured the panel who looked down from their elevated plinths.

Cadre Santina spoke. "This woman, Shabra, we have not been able to find her previous path, there seems to be an absence of information. Do we know anything about her?"

Flex answered, "she is a maverick, works with no particular tribe, possibly a mercenary of course, I could not be sure. But she is tricky and able, certainly an asset to Renyke at this time if he does not want to be found."

Cadre Dominia thought for a moment, "They have a connection, Renyke and Shabra, so perhaps the experiment was successful after all. A machine that can connect, desire, perhaps even love. One that can metamorphose into a human. This is what we wanted to prove. It was the interference of the POS that was the real threat.

"Cadre Santina, can we know for sure where the POS is now?," she asked

"There is a faint signal at the point of the failed transition, " explained Cadre Santina, We believe it was removed form the host and it now static, probably discarded following it's removal and left as a decoy."

"Send a rat scout to collect it." said Cadre Dominia, "we can have it destroyed, it remains a threat."

The three women exchanged no visible glances. Flex could feel the weight of his failure.

Cadre Dominia finally spoke, “You will locate the subjects. The humanoid must be analysed. The experiment has not concluded. I do not need to stress how important it is that Renyke is not to be intercepted by other powerful organisations, or, worse still, a *crim-gang. His capture by an undesirable force could have dangerous consequences. Kill him if necessary, if he falls into enemy hands.”

Flex drew a slow breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds to compose and re-align. It had been a difficult and highly charged few days with an intensity that had been frightening, even by his warrior standards. He had bonded with Renyke, The prospect of killing him was not welcome. He would do what he could to bring him to Redact unharmed.

“They’ll be moving fast,” he said. “Shabra knows how to hide. And Renyke, he’s altered. He won’t be who we expect.”

“Then find who he has become,” Cadre Santina demanded. "I do not want to send a whole army for one man. Do your job, return the experiment unharmed or destroy him if you have to and we will perform a thorough autopsy."

"And what of Shabra?" Asked Flex.

"Collateral damage, although she could be of use as a soldier," exclaimed Cadre Dominia. "Keep an open mind but do not jeopardise your mission for her survival.

***

On a rock within a sheltered enclave a stray ray of light reflected onto a small square of metal through swaying trees. The metal button glistened as the young *dinfant boy, Daniel, ran into the enclave to retrieve his ball. Daniel approached carefully, watching the button glisten as he did so. The closer he moved towards the rock the more the button began to pulse. Daniel began to scream.

"Kairo, Kairo....come quickly!"

Several dinfants ran into the enclave.

"What is it, Daniel?" Kairo was concerned, it was rare that a dinfant would be separated from his kin.

"What on earth is the matter?"

"I found her!" screamed Daniel.

"Who, who have you found?" Asked Kairo.

More dinfants came, drawn by the commotion. Aghast and speechless they looked at the rock as Daniel pointed towards the pulsating button."

"I found her, look, I found her, I found Mommy."

to be continued...

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