The voice warmed to itself, the way it had on the corpse.
What Vakochev did, what made him so very useful to everyone who came after, was build a streamlined path. A staircase. He looked at the wild trackless climb that beings had always made toward power and he laid steps on it, and he labeled the steps, and he told everyone the order to take them in. Your Civilizational Anchor here. Your Civilizational Forge there. Your Existential Radiation next, your Akashic Civilizational Intent after that, all of it sequenced, all of it Scaled.|
|And do you understand what that means, little vessel? It means that every time one of you sets a Civilizational Anchor, you are following his musings. Every time you forge anything, refine anything, climb anything, you are walking a road someone else surveyed, thinking thoughts someone else thought first and left lying around for you to find. You climb, and he profits, because the road is his and you are all just traffic on it.|
