Page 94 of Destined For Her Alien Daddy

“More people.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know soldiers. I know priests. I know governments. Give them proof that their sacred foundations were inherited from a cosmic experiment and they will not sit quietly in contemplation.”

I want to argue.

The awful thing is that he is right.

I see the chain of consequences with sickening clarity. Alzhon temple authorities declaring fabrication. Ataxian factions weaponizing successor theology. Vakutan traditionalists calling the records enemy contamination. League artifact markets exploding with fraud, panic, and opportunism. Governments classifying, stealing, leaking, spinning. Pilgrims despairing. Demagogues thriving. Every half-stable peace agreement suddenly forced to absorb metaphysical dynamite.

My mouth goes dry.

I wonder whether truth deserves exposure simply because it is true.

The thought feels like betrayal.

Of my work.

Of Teren.

Of the child I used to be, watching desperate tourists buy fake miracle stones because no one had enough real answers to offer them.

Ghar studies my face. “You see it.”

“I see possibilities.”

“You see danger.”

I hate that he reads me so well.

“That doesn’t mean suppression is moral,” I say.

“No.”

“It doesn’t mean Rolaev is right, whoever the hell she is beyond a name in Brakk’s rumors.”

“No.”

“It doesn’t mean we bury this and pat ourselves on the back for protecting the peasants from dangerous ideas.”

“I did not say that.”

“But you thought some version of it.”

His silence is answer enough.

The chamber feels suddenly too warm. The archive projection continues rotating beside us, serene and devastating. PLAYFUL CREATION CYCLES glows above the larger fragment like a joke written by something too old to understand shame.

I look at the phrase until the edges blur.

“This is ridiculous,” I whisper.

Brakk gives me a wary look. “The concept or the situation?”

“Yes.”

I press both hands over my face, then drag them down slowly. “The universe may have started as an incomprehensibly advanced experiment conducted by beings who apparently treated spacetime like a party trick, and the worst part is that I can’t dismiss it because the data architecture is too coherent.”