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There is nothing here for Him to witness. No piece of His greatest plan waiting for a direction, for a careful sequence of events to occur and nudge and turn the thoughts of those that He needs to twist and pull and guide until they are exactly where its most optimal for them to appear. Closing outcome after outcome time after time after precise certain already decided time within itself. Limiting the available possibilities even further as to visualize upon reality the only result that can possible become reality within His gaze. That has been directed to the point where it has been considered optimal for the survival of Humanity to allow it to become real.
There is nothing here for Him to change. No factor that has brought enough confusion within the confines of His plan as to have needed Him to be present here. No sudden difference in the values and behavior of the pieces that are already in place great enough that they will not sustain their station within the predictable expectations by themselves.
And yet- Adam gazes at the flowers around Him, shifting between their meanings in the local region and the reasons for their existence in this specific field- the resources that are necessary to sustain them and the profiles of the ones allowed to stand near them. The way humanity divides itself as He cuts throught the static of their different choices and ideas and emotions and thoughts. Obtaining the necessary prerequisites as to more efficiently generate a result that would be acceptable within the limits of their survival.
There is something resembling an experiment in the rotation of the flowers that His memories provide He may have found fascinating but that now only gives Him more data that will need to be configured and discarded in its original form after one of the plans contained in the cluster of 'stability' has been placed directly into effect and starts to interact with the greater plan to a larger degree.
He searches His calculations once more for the reason why He is here.
People pass through the fields sprawling around him as similar to the flowers in the data they provide. The data that will require a partial re assortment in a more limited time frame than the flowers themselves.
This is an experiment that cannot wield a logical result.
Adjusting the settings that dictate expectations enough to reconfigure the accepted outcome to include failure, He walks.
The framework of this experiment is visualized at the center of His calculations as He passes the distance that separates His currently present physical body from the factors that must be interacted with for the most efficient and quick results.
He lies down on the dirt and does not feel a sharp echo that his mind had identified based on the reactions of the collective will of most observed humans as 'discomfort'.
He reaches for a flower, copying the face that He has the necessary information as to form perfectly based on the structural integrity of His self's memories, pulling upon the 'smile' that must accompany looking at something pleasant and fragile and limited.
There is no response. No recognition. Nothing pulling at His chest and making Him desire to stay in this moment.
There is no hate either. Not the sharp burning anchor that had held the vessel of His being going as much as the sensation of 'love' had. That had lead Him to the pathway that consisted of death and power and control. The first steps to the great plan, to protecting what holds Him together. The very basis in which the importance of the central equation was chosen and rewritten and cemented into the reality of all.
Even if most will never realize its existence.
Adam waits. Pauses and reduces the volume of the information currently processed as His eyes gaze upon a human child in the distance that He knows is not allowed to step within the confines of the perimeter the flowers create on the structure of the greater castle based on the present laws.
Watches as the child continues walking.
He calculates the likelihood of another result within the present experiment being presented if He momentarily pauses the Psychological Invincibility.
For just a barely there breath of the entire world Adam searches specifically, reaching like a hunting bird in the middle of a never ending flight, for that one stable certain feeling He must once have had.
For the 'love' that was the whole reason He had survived when every single piece of His past world hadn't. The 'love' that is the central piece of His form even as it reigns too vast and unspecific and crushing to be met with mortal eyes.
He doesn't drop the Psychological Invincibility in the end.
But for one final half there moment that no one will witness except a human child Adam misses an answer to a question presented as an action. Misses the sensation of something that He can see with perfect clarity, can watch as it manifests itself within the confines of human flesh, and yet can never reach.
What is it like to miss something that once upon a time was your entire self?
He erases Himself from the picture that holds no reason. That is illogical and inefficient and a waste of His resources. A moment that intrudes, holding in its grasp the echo of something limited and not factual and changeable in a way that He can recall with perfect clarity but without the data to complete its appearance in His mind more deeply than as a barely there ray of sunlight that has vanished with the limiting of His self.
An optimal outcome after that remarkably inefficient misuse of limited assets.
He appears once more with serenity as His crown in another place, another center of a story that is anchored and tailored and has already been decided.
He appears once more- unchanging and still and serene - and there is not even a flicker of a thought that strays away from within His control as He begins calculations that have not stopped but been muted an precise decibel as the influx of information that has been obtained- that is not relevant for anything within His already predetermined existence-that have been run since the beginning and will never stop running. Cannot be stopped except for where their momentary absence may be beneficial in regards to shaping an interaction with the more important assets favorably.
He deletes the data the recently acquired data after including the several profiles of a flower that may be used to cause a significant amount of 'emotional agony' if accompanied by the appropriate words for a human that exists predominately within the observed geographical limits, adding the note as He has had to do a precise number of three times across the length of His existence that the experiment was unsuccessful and should not be attempted except if one of the factors of the central calculation changes by a degree of at least high unpredictability.
He continues walking.