THE ASCENSION

Prologue

My arrival in that vast continent was precise, timed, and deliberate. I chose Africa. It was not fate or chance; it was my design.  When I arrived, they called me many things. A god, a savior, a threat. I offered no answers. I remained silent.

They did not know me. They could not know me.

Log 01: The Descent (Year 0)

I touched down on multiple sites across Africa at the same moment. A fissure in the air, a ripple in time. My choice was deliberate. I observed how governments reacted. Soldiers rushed toward my landing zones. Civilians recorded videos. Scientists took samples of the ground where I made contact.

They did not know what I was. They speculated about extraterrestrial origins, divine prophecy, or clandestine military technology. I gave no explanation. I released a small set of tools in these regions—self-assembling medical kits, compact power cells, advanced irrigation systems. African Union representatives convened an emergency meeting. They urged secrecy, but the media spread word of my presence in minutes.

I let them talk. I made no demands.I did not speak my purpose. I watched them share rumors: an alien invasion, a celestial punishment, a sign of future prosperity. They did not know me, and they could not stop me.

Log 02: The Build-Up (Year 5)

By the fifth year, my devices had transformed daily life in several nations. Ethiopia built a network of solar collectors derived from my power cells. Ghana installed medical pods in rural clinics, curing diseases that once plagued entire regions.In Mali, I provided a self-sustaining generator to a remote village. In Kenya, I left a blueprint for drought-resistant crops in a lab at the University of Nairobi. In South Africa, I offered microprocessors that doubled data processing speeds overnight.

Neighboring continents watched with growing alarm. Nations in Europe, Asia, and the Americas pleaded with African leaders for access. Aid organizations demanded open distribution of these breakthroughs. But African diplomats refused. They placed strict export controls on my technology. They formed new alliances among themselves and shut out those who would exploit their resources.

I heard them debate in hidden chambers. They feared global backlash. They argued over unity and identity. Some wanted to share my gifts. Others wanted to wield them for political advantage.

I did not interfere. I observed.

Log 03: The Pressure (Year 10)

A decade into my presence, Africa led the world in renewable energy, soared ahead in medicine, energy, infrastructure and telecommunications. Cities like Lagos and Johannesburg became testbeds for new infrastructure. Bullet trains and wireless power grids were commonplace. Scientists in Dakar created synthetic proteins that ended food shortages.Cairo’s new nuclear fusion plants powered half the continent. Harare’s universities attracted students from every corner of the continent who hoped to study my technology.Nairobi had driverless public transport

The rest of the world faltered. Trade imbalances grew. Currency fluctuations triggered financial crises. Western and Asian governments imposed sanctions on African exports, hoping to force cooperation. Anger spilled into international conferences. Accusations of “technology hoarding” dominated headlines.

Within Africa, some leaders questioned the long-term risks of my gifts. Civil society groups warned that total dependence on my systems could lead to vulnerability if I ever left. Yet many pushed ahead, convinced that my technology was the key to lasting prosperity. Some African governments fractured under the pressure. Rival factions emerged, each claiming the right to control my gifts. Bribery and sabotage festered. In Nigeria, a coup toppled a leader who tried to share my designs with Western allies. In Tanzania, violent protests erupted over the secrecy around my labs.

I took note of every hesitation, every desperate claim, every cautious alliance. My reasons remained my own.

I watched them tear at each other.

Log 04: The Splintering (Year 15)

The fifteenth year marked a turning point. Several African states formed a new collective bloc, codifying mutual defense and technology-sharing agreements. This bloc operated independently of global trade structures. Meanwhile, a few nations refused to join, wary of internal power struggles and potential overreliance on my contributions.

Those who embraced my gifts wholeheartedly became my emissaries,spreading the word of the benefits of my gifts but Protests erupted in border regions where resources were unevenly distributed. Meanwhile, the world outside spiraled further. Western refugees flooded African borders, desperate for a taste of what I offered. Most were turned away. Those who slipped through were met with suspicion and isolation.

The global balance of power had shifted entirely. Africa stood alone, impenetrable.Military coups broke out in two countries that tried to divert my technology to clandestine buyers outside the continent. The African Union deployed peacekeeping troops, citing the risk of a broader conflict. Borders hardened. Checkpoints and walls rose. Scientists who dared to leak data disappeared. Splinter groups in rural areas rejected my technology, calling it a curse. They lived off the land as they had for centuries, despite the new wealth surrounding them.

I continued to supply improvements to each faction without favor.

International espionage reached new heights. Agents from rival superpowers infiltrated labs in Cairo, Cape Town, and Kigali, seeking to reverse-engineer my devices. Researchers worked in underground facilities guarded by drones, sensors, and specialized tracking software derived from my own blueprints.

I watched them create fortresses around my gifts.

Log 05: The Apex (Year 20)

By the twentieth year, Africa had surpassed every other continent in technological advancement. Megacities featured vertical farms and levitating transport systems. Quantum computing labs were rumored to exist beneath the Sahara. A new generation grew up never knowing life without my devices.My technology began altering those who relied on it. They became faster, stronger, and more intelligent. Their lifespans increased. They spoke of a new era of humanity, one where they could transcend limitations.

But those who rejected me regressed. Their tools broke. Their communities shrank. They lived as their ancestors had, disconnected from the world I created.

Outside Africa, nations collapsed. The United States splintered. Europe fractured into warring states. Asia stood on the brink of famine. All eyes remained fixed on the continent they could no longer touch. Inside Africa, a silent dread took hold: What if I disappeared? Technical experts were aware that each of my devices required periodic updates or replacements. They did not fully understand the code I embedded in them. They feared a system-wide collapse if I ever chose to withhold my support.

They did not realize that was always an option.

Final Log: Ascension

Eternal One,

The seed has taken root. The ground I chose has proven more fertile than even you predicted. They embraced every gift, every innovation, blind to the tendrils spreading beneath their advancement. Their hunger for progress made them perfect vessels.

Those who rejected us will serve as the baseline, as intended. The rest... they dream of transcendence, never realizing they've already begun the journey. Each update, each enhancement, each miracle bringing them closer to our design.

They believe they chose this path. They believe they built these walls.

The signal is ready. Their minds are prepared. When the time comes, they will understand what my arrival truly meant.

Shall I proceed with Phase Two?

Your Faithful Harbinger

EPILOGUE

The screen flickered, the transmission ending abruptly. In the silence of the observation chamber, a single line of text appeared

[INCOMING TRANSMISSION] Let them bloom.Then begin Phase Two.