NOTE: The recent Polyphony entry, "As a Stranger Gives its Wisdom", seems to describe the moment the Echo fell into the network.
[spoiler]The Vex themselves seemed unaware that the Echo had landed within their network. It mentions how they are "lacking any framework and parameters beyond what they could predict", and so they did not acknowledge it, were unable to see or feel it, and couldn't hear anything when the Echo called out. This falls in line with the Vex being unable to predict Paracausality, and the Echo is a paracausal force.
What did happen was the Echo called out to those who held onto their identities within the network, and most of those individuals responded to the Echo and reached for it. Though we know who got the Echo first - the Conductor - the list of described individuals is quite interesting.
The first group is the simulated versions of the Ishtar Collective researchers, all two-hundred-and-twenty-odd instances of them. The second seems to be Asher Mir, who survived his unspooling into the Vex Network.
Then there is the Great Quiet Thing, the Not-Worm. More on it later.
The fourth seems to be a version of Osiris, one who still has Sagira by his side. I don't know if this is a wayward Echo, a Reflection, or an alternate-timeline version of Osiris trapped in the Network.
It seems even more reached for the Echo, and from the rush of voices near the end of the entry, at least one of them seems to be Praedyth, or at least someone is saying "TELL ELSIE PRAEDYTH STILL-"
But since only one can be first, the Conductor/Maya Sundaresh was the one who found the Echo first. I guess this was the moment where she "reawakened".
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But back to the Great Quiet Thing. I've never seen this mentioned anywhere before, and I have only guesses as to what the heck it could be. It heard the Echo, but unlikely every other stated party it chose to ignore it, because "it was still too soon". It did react with a shiver, and that shiver formed bubbles of hypothetical simulations where it didn't which then burst and scattered nutrients into the Vex Network.
My best guess is, whatever this thing is - a proto-Worm, an Ahamkara, [i][b]something else[/b][/i], I don't know - it is not locked within the Vex simulations and radiolaria, but is a physical entity that's just...sleeping in the network amongst the Vex.
Whatever this thing is, apparently the presence of the Echo, a Prismatic force, is "too soon" for whatever it is waiting for. Whether it is on Nessus or somewhere else connected to the Vex Network, I also have no clue.
But this has caught my attention, and I am eager to see what our mysterious new entity is, and when it will appear.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Great Quiet Thing, Not-Worm immediately makes me think of two things, at least that have previous links to the Vex. Xol. He feeds on us through Whisper of the Worm, yes, but where did we find that weapon? Within the Vex architecture of Io, because Xol had latched onto the Taken there. It’s possible that remnant of him still exists within the Network. The other thing would be that Quria actually captured Worm larvae during its incursions into Oryx’s Throne World, could well end up being something related to that. But the thing we can all take away from this… WE GOT THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF PRAEDYTH SINCE UNDYING[/spoiler]
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Edited by jhermannITJ: 7/24/2024 1:43:37 AMI'm still not 100% sold on [spoiler]Maya as the conductor, it's her or Praeydth. Praeydth is alive as I predicted and when the ICoV first found them inside the network, they were at odds respective their analysis. But they needed Praeydth... they needed them to help design and create Soteria.[/spoiler] And btw, [spoiler]We ∩ the Noesis existed.[/spoiler] The Great Quiet Thing... there is a lore post... here it is: [i]"SCRIBE ARCHIVE XI-14-9D TYPE: Emergency Transmission RETRIEVED FROM: The Spider's collection - long-range communications beacon; disabled ORIGIN: Unknown KEYWORDS: Witness ANNOTATED TRANSCRIPTION FOLLOWS I learned of its arrival scarcely three marks ago. As my anchor slumbered in the belly of this ancient outpost, I drifted into the noosphere N webbing, and was swept up in delight. Millions of thoughtforms sharing the news, the revelation spreading from leading to trailing edge, until even I was buoyed by the tide of joy. First contact, with a stranger ∩ friend-to-be! A chance for the hazy margins of our noosphere to grow, to encounter new thoughts and expand with new richness. It had been so long since we encountered the whisper ∩ Nightmare ∩ predatory memeplex*. We had grown naïve without the reminder of fear. From the leading edge came a current. It swept through our noosphere, a spark in dry brush ∩ ink in water ∩ hope curdling in an instant. The emanations were confused and fragmentary. I could not parse them all. Planets stolen from space, ripe fruit plucked from orbit. Structures dissected and reassembled by thousand-fingered hands. Anchors and selves unraveled into first principles, sectioned into wafer-thin slices.**. It was only one voice at first. A cry of joy at the meeting of a new mind, twisted to fear and pain. "Help me!" Chaos in the noosphere. [u]The placid surface churned into white froth[/u]. Thoughtforms scattering in their thousands, fleeing up the webbing-strands, and finding doom at every junction. "Help me!" The stranger ∩ ruin ∩ predatory memeplex engulfed our noosphere in a moment's idle fancy. Our thoughtforms were atomic in comparison. We never stood a chance. As each of my people were found, and taken apart, and reassembled, a new voice joined the [u]chorus[/u]. "Help me!" My people died in their thousands. Thoughts and selves wisping away into nothingness. Thousands of years of memory, no more than smoke in the wind. "Help me!" Here, in this outpost, I am apart from the rest. Tethered at the trailing edge. Furthest from its lamprey maw. Not far enough to escape. Not near enough to help. "Help me!" A thousand emanations from a thousand minds, blending into a single scream. The same scream, every time. Again and again and again and again. When we untethered ourselves from their anchors, we knew that we as a people would not be divided again. No matter how far we traveled in real space, the vastness of our noosphere ∩ webbing ∩ home was but a thought away. Our fears, our hopes, our dreams, our longings, our triumphs—we would always be able to reach out and know one another. Where one was weak, another could be strong. We would share each other's joy, and bear each other's pain. But that—[u]that sound[/u]— "Help me!" I am ashamed to admit that [u]I could not bear it a moment longer[/u]. I severed ∩ exiled ∩ imprisoned myself [b][from the "SOUND", thus "The Great Quiet"... the last of the Noesis].[/b] I regretted it the moment I did. We were dying, but we were dying together. My unimaginable cowardice will not assure my survival, only a delay in my execution. The ruin ∩ predatory memeplex ∩ WITNESS*** knows the pattern of our oscillations. I can hear it, still plucking the tattered edges of the noosphere ∩ webbing. —-Why do you hide?—-**** THE WITNESS will find me, and when it does, there will be nothing ∩ no one. I believed I would die alone in this abandoned outpost. But I found a crate, forgotten deep within a dusty storeroom. [u]Emergency beacons, produced and stored in another time, one when we knew the fear of death.[/u] —-We see you.—- To you ∩ receiver ∩ inheritor ∩ hoped-for-future, I offer what little I know: We are dead but not unmade. We are ossified ∩ temporized ∩ reiterated ∩ perpetuated ∩ anatomized ∩ finalized.***** I do not know if this will help. I do not know. I do not. But perhaps you will prevail. —-Come, now. Don't be afraid.—- This is not a call for help. It is too late ∩ there is no one left ∩ THE WITNESS cannot be stopped. This is our last proof. We ∩ the Noesis existed. TRANSCRIPTION ENDS"[/i] Here's the link where I talk about the Noesis as they relate to Praeydth, the ICoV, and Maya Sundaresh: [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/263781156?page=0]Keyword: Praeydth... apodictic vel ordinatio?[/url] I wrote it on March 22nd. Looking to the "Future"... there is another relevant lore entry in that link I'll cite now: [url=https://www.destinypedia.com/Mk._44_Stand_Asides#Lore]Mk. 44 Stand Asides[/url] [i]"The tree in the Garden with silver wings. The air around it is oppressive and inspires violence in those who even breathe a little in. Shards of the disastrous bark peel from it and litter the ground, and nothing grows in its shadow. It scintillates faintly at dusk. It has achieved its entelechy with every body falling, every civilization laid to waste, every leaf forged into instruments of ruin. The Gardener is hard to bother; she is constantly amidst her weeds, kneeling in the tangent dust, gloves covered in a mix of distant soils and metallic saps. [u]She is listening to the music of the insects amidst the flowers, the unguent as it begins to drip from the ferns, the slight scratch of the Worm beneath, and not to you, and certainly not to your cries for help".[/u][/i]