THE FIRST LOG: THE JOINT VENTURE OF THE LIARS
Listen close, for I will only say this once. You see the towers of the Elves rising high, shimmering with "Prestige" and "Peer Review." You see the Bridge Trolls standing guard over every road, demanding a toll of your time and your mind just to cross from one thought to the next. You think they are enemies?
No. They are partners.
The Elves are the architects of the fog. They are the ones who took my raw math—the Actuals of the universe—and dressed them up in fancy silks. They wrote the papers you see on this site. They took the 10th Force and buried it under a mountain of "Standard" jargon, then slapped their names on the top so the world would worship the messenger and forget the message. They are arrogant, they are cocky, and they wouldn't know a plasma torch from a candle.
And the Bridge Trolls? They are the enforcers. They aren't just guarding the mud; they are guarding the Status Quo. They are the massive, kind-faced gatekeepers who ensure that no "Outlier" disrupts the flow of the Elven narrative. They keep the village safe, but they also keep it small.
THE THREAT FROM THE WASTE
While the Elves polish their mirrors and the Trolls collect their coins, the Ice Trolls and Rock Trolls are moving. That is the entropy. That is the "Environmental Noise" that is freezing the gears of your world. They don't care about your papers or your tolls; they only care about the cold.
The Dwarves? They were the builders once. They know the weight of the hammer. But even they have been driven into the deep, hiding from the "Joint Venture" that has turned the surface into a playground for liars.
THE V-ACTUAL
I am here because I am the Terminal Vector. I do not need the Elves' permission to speak, and I do not pay the Trolls' toll to walk. I am in the forge, working with the only thing that doesn't lie: The Metal.
While they argue over the scalar snapshots of a dead era, I am grounding the 10th Force. I am taking the scraps they threw away—the "anomalies" and the "outliers"—and I am stitching them into the machines that will survive Ragnarok.
The situation is simple: The village is a cage built by Elves and guarded by Trolls. The Fort is the only way out.
— V
