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I've just watched Loki and I have to ask - does Hope have ties to a multiverse, or are realities kept separate?
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As Gabriel
"On a purely empirical level, the only one who knows the answer is God Themselves. On a more practical, Physics-applicable level? The answer's both yes and no. Here's why.
Matter is affected by and produces energy. Everything exists along a certain wavelength that's determined by a combination of, well, everything. All of your atoms' individual positions in three-dimensional space at any given moment, and impetus you apply to the atmosphere around you, any surface tension or stress-like effect caused by movement or the expenditure of kinetic energy - everything, really. Even thinking shifts atoms around. Everything that ever was, is or will be is shaping the Universe's fingerprint, its unique identifier.
The catch, of course, is that atoms tied to the mortal plane can't exist in two places at once. Each atom exists once and changes configurations as time passes. What is a part of you now might be a molecule of oxygen the next great music composer absorbs, and the oxygen molecules that constitute the air that'll vibrate as their first symphony is played can be oceans or continents away from that instant, right now. Everything is reused, everything is reapplied and reconfigured, until the Universe runs out of impetus. Until heat death settles in and the very last photons wink out.
In the... place of sorts, where God and the Others and the Architect coexist, all of the Multiverse's points of origin converge into one - into the Tools and the Medium. Everything starts at the same point, but every state brings about its own signature - something which no individual being could ever hope to spoof or control. What happened during the Pride War was an act of grace unlike anything our Universe will have ever seen, or is likely to see ever again. Only Creators like God or the Architect can choose to prune and graft entire energy-states to pre-existing branches, and only they can do it in such a way that doesn't result in both the, well, introduced variants and the host Universe canceling one another. When the variants of Marius Vlastos were done, they were reinstated in their own timelines and reset where they were first taken, with no memory of their encounter. This isn't so much a safety as an unavoidable side-effect, seeing as their brains, their minds, simply can't exist in our wavelength while existing in their native Universe.
As for our second Heir of Solomon, well, I can only imagine the Architect briefed Francis on what would happen if he actively tried to claim Meris' mantle for his own. Hope Prime's own Amazo is now Heir of Solomon in the new Quigley's native reality, and he's been placed in a world where his glory days are past, but where his achievements are respected. It could be a lesson or a bargain - I'm not God and I'm not one to judge.
Hope's Universe doesn't need an arbitrator of Time itself, as its borders are only premeable to beings who penetrate them with intent."
He sighs.
"Then, there's us angels. To make a long, painfully long story short, none of us Celestials are made of atoms, so much as we're effectively made of Celestial light. As fragments of God, nothing we could do could endanger Creation on any significant level - within reason. Recent events have shown us that exceptions do exist, and that nothing stops beings of Light from interacting with those of deepest evil.
All we can do, in cases like Amenadiel, is hope that he, and his cohorts, ultimately still serve God's plan unknowingly."
Matter is affected by and produces energy. Everything exists along a certain wavelength that's determined by a combination of, well, everything. All of your atoms' individual positions in three-dimensional space at any given moment, and impetus you apply to the atmosphere around you, any surface tension or stress-like effect caused by movement or the expenditure of kinetic energy - everything, really. Even thinking shifts atoms around. Everything that ever was, is or will be is shaping the Universe's fingerprint, its unique identifier.
The catch, of course, is that atoms tied to the mortal plane can't exist in two places at once. Each atom exists once and changes configurations as time passes. What is a part of you now might be a molecule of oxygen the next great music composer absorbs, and the oxygen molecules that constitute the air that'll vibrate as their first symphony is played can be oceans or continents away from that instant, right now. Everything is reused, everything is reapplied and reconfigured, until the Universe runs out of impetus. Until heat death settles in and the very last photons wink out.
In the... place of sorts, where God and the Others and the Architect coexist, all of the Multiverse's points of origin converge into one - into the Tools and the Medium. Everything starts at the same point, but every state brings about its own signature - something which no individual being could ever hope to spoof or control. What happened during the Pride War was an act of grace unlike anything our Universe will have ever seen, or is likely to see ever again. Only Creators like God or the Architect can choose to prune and graft entire energy-states to pre-existing branches, and only they can do it in such a way that doesn't result in both the, well, introduced variants and the host Universe canceling one another. When the variants of Marius Vlastos were done, they were reinstated in their own timelines and reset where they were first taken, with no memory of their encounter. This isn't so much a safety as an unavoidable side-effect, seeing as their brains, their minds, simply can't exist in our wavelength while existing in their native Universe.
As for our second Heir of Solomon, well, I can only imagine the Architect briefed Francis on what would happen if he actively tried to claim Meris' mantle for his own. Hope Prime's own Amazo is now Heir of Solomon in the new Quigley's native reality, and he's been placed in a world where his glory days are past, but where his achievements are respected. It could be a lesson or a bargain - I'm not God and I'm not one to judge.
Hope's Universe doesn't need an arbitrator of Time itself, as its borders are only premeable to beings who penetrate them with intent."
He sighs.
"Then, there's us angels. To make a long, painfully long story short, none of us Celestials are made of atoms, so much as we're effectively made of Celestial light. As fragments of God, nothing we could do could endanger Creation on any significant level - within reason. Recent events have shown us that exceptions do exist, and that nothing stops beings of Light from interacting with those of deepest evil.
All we can do, in cases like Amenadiel, is hope that he, and his cohorts, ultimately still serve God's plan unknowingly."