Absolute Solver Abilities Novels & Stories

Slowly and deliberately I marked my place in my book before carefully closing it, only then did I look up. "I heard." "Do you understand?" He pushed. "You mean does my pathetic human brain understand your super complicated words? Yes, I understand. Is that all? I have more studying to do, as you ordered." I hoped he'd take the hint and leave, but I was starting to think that hints didn't work on him. He was more of a state-the-obvious type. "I will have your word that you will not ask to see another's wolf." The Alpha pinned me with a hard stare and once again the oxygen in the room seemed to start disappearing.

"But I can tell you what the marker suggests theoretically." "Tell me," I say. "The command voice," he says. "Right now you can target a single Alpha in a room. Theoretically, at full development, you could hold an entire room simultaneously. Not one thread. All of them." He watches my face. "The absorption ability. Right now it activates under extreme stress. Theoretically it becomes voluntary. You choose when to draw and how much and from whom." I look at the table. "And the sensing," he says. "Right now you feel Alpha presence. Dominant Alphas most strongly." He pauses. "Theoretically, at full development, you feel intent. Not just where someone is. What they are planning to do."

The spire vibrated, projecting a powerful, silent, computational shockwave. Result, The input contains inherent, non-linear variables emotion and grief that, when subjected to regulatory geometry, achieve a higher state of adaptive stability than absolute stillness. Conclusion, The Alliance is a Self-Optimizing System. The Logic Core didn't just tolerate us; it recognized the Alliance as a superior model for achieving order.

The reflected light from the silvered surface fractured and danced, disorienting and unnatural in the dim forest light. "Close your eyes!" I ordered. "Focus on the sound. The reflection. Let it overwhelm you. Let your wolf surge. And then, hold it. Find your anchor. Don't let it take over." He squeezed his eyes shut, his face scrunching up as the cacophony intensified. I kept throwing stones, moving around him, creating a shifting soundscape. The air thickened, charged with the rising magic. I could feel his wolf clawing at the surface, desperate to escape the sensory assault.

The Absolute moves closer. "I'm saying you can't manipulate infinite individuals the same way you manipulated one merged consciousness." I step back. "Merged me was unified. Predictable. Vulnerable to single points of manipulation. But infinite individual mes? Each in different realities? Each making different choices? Each experiencing different things? You can't control that. You can't predict that. You can't absorb that." "You're wrong." The Absolute sounds uncertain. First time ever. "I exist in all realities. I can manipulate all versions of you."

We draw a line through our figure’s ankle. “Why would you choose Bill? I mean, I love him, but he’s not exactly the healthiest guy if you’re looking for a host.” “Pure circumstance. He swallowed us in a glass of water.” “So, when you said you had ‘skills,’ you mean you can control people? Make them fight or dodge or whatever?” Over the dull rumble of surf, we hear that machine sound again, louder now, shaking the sand around us. Trent doesn’t seem to notice. “Yes,” we tell him, suddenly anxious. We might be running out of time.