Speck in a Perfect Diamond
- The Mimics dwell among the Imperators. They’re like Imperators. They have Estates. They can speak Imperial miracles. They can even have Chancels and Powers.But at the heart of each Mimic is a horrible twisting secret blasphemy of the void. Genseric tells me that the Excrucians put it there — that the Mimics are the shoved-together pieces of dead Imperators, or sacrificed Estates. That the Excrucians couldn’t fix everything the moment the Imperator died, so instead of “freeing [us] from that portion of the lie,” they made a Mimic.
- There’s nothing the Mimics fear more than letting someone see that secret blasphemy inside them. Which is good, by the way, because knowing one of those secrets will probably cause your brain to spiral in on itself like a neural net at the edge of a singularity, and then when there’s nothing but blank void in your head, your skull will crumple inwards like a crushed soda can and you’ll wail out this endless susurration of the secrets of the void and everyone will scream and try to cut your tongue out before you finally pop your heart and go away. That’s not what happens to everybody, you understand, but it’s how Györg Krusko and Javairia Al Sabah went and a couple others at the edge of the community, and nobody knows of any cases where it’s actually ended well.
- The Mimics are just like the Imperators, in short, only instead of being natural, they’re unnatural; instead of being premised on something right and appropriate in Creation, every Mimic is Estates premised on something awful and unnaturally wrong. That is why they work against Creation, even though they seem to be like the things of Creation. It’s like the Mimics and the rest of us are words in the same language, but used to a different intention.