I was born in a time when the term 'programming' had long evolved past the context of machinery. Everything could be programmed; everything. Your life, your thoughts, your spirit. Knowledge had found a way into the very nature of what we were. And as things usually are, only a select few had access to those ways.
My father, dubbed then a dimensional engineer, created a database that compiled mankind's history, knowledge and sciences into a highly sophisticated algorithm; he called it The Tree of Knowledge. His purpose for doing so was a response to the more malicious society that we faced as the days passed; with technology seeping through every moral standard we once stood for, it was safe to say that humanity had long forgotten what it meant to be human.
With the rising tide of virtual realities, life on the planet was simply fading off. For this reason, he created a second algorithm; this one was a source of permeating energy that cycled and applied itself in almost every system that allowed it. He called it The Tree of Life. With it, my body exhibited a strength that just simply wasn't human, as well as a power that couldn't be conceived as a result of technology. At first, I felt like a superhero, although I was hardly treated like one.
Knowing that he wouldn't live long enough to see the results of his work, he created a server--a dimensional space that transcends different states of being-- within me, in which both programs would idle until the time came for me to activate them. He called the server Eden.
He explained to me what would happen once I tell people the things I've seen and learned, how they will react and the enemies that I'll meet along the way, and even how the knowledge that I'll find in there might betray me. Ironically, that was also his explanation for my name. He told me that these tools would give me the knowledge and the power to change the world.
I was told that the fragility of these details meant that I could not access the server with my humanity being the double edged sword that it was; I needed to grow in ways that would test my psyche as a rite of passage. My name, my individuality, could not be the same once I internalized the magnitude of my father's gift; I needed a pseudonym, an alter ego. A persona I dubbed Xaphriel.
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