ELOHIM ARCHANGEL GENESIS.

Elohim discovers a race of multi-dimensional entities called the Orpha who can Quantum Leap through space and time. He begins to research on how to harness the Orphanim's quantum leaping powers to intertwine with mankind's evolution, advance humanity forward, and preserve the light of consciousness.

The Quantum Orpha

In the year 2045, Starbase City shimmered like a beacon of crystalline light on Earth’s horizon, a sprawling metropolis of glass spires and fusion-powered grids nestled against the edge of a vast, iridescent sea. Here, at the Ad Astra Academy—an institution founded by visionaries who dreamed of humanity’s ascent to the stars—Elohim, a twenty-one-year-old physics prodigy, pored over equations that danced like sacred glyphs across his holoscreen.

His name, meaning "divinity" in ancient Hebrew, was no coincidence; his parents, scholars of esoteric traditions, had seen in him a spark of the eternal. And now, that spark was igniting into a flame that could either illuminate or consume the world.

Elohim’s discovery began not with a formula, but with a vision. One night, as he meditated beneath the academy’s geodesic dome—a structure designed to resonate with cosmic frequencies—he glimpsed them: the Orpha, a race of multi-dimensional entities shimmering at the edges of perception. They were not bound by the frail linearity of time or the prison of three-dimensional space. They Quantum Leaped, slipping through the veils of reality as easily as a seraph might pass through the firmament. Their forms were kaleidoscopic—fractured prisms of light and shadow, at once beautiful and terrifying, like the angels described in the Book of Ezekiel: "Full of eyes round about, wheels within wheels, and a likeness as the appearance of fire."

In the Gnostic text The Hypostasis of the Archons, Elohim found a parallel: "And the Archons created seven powers for themselves, and the powers created for themselves six angels for each one, so that they became hosts of demons." Were the Orpha these ancient beings, or their descendants? Were they the Pleroma—the fullness of divine emanations—or something else entirely, a race that had transcended the demiurge’s flawed creation to dwell in the interstices of existence?

Driven by this revelation, Elohim turned to the medieval alchemists, whose cryptic manuscripts lined the academy’s digital archives. In the Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus, he read: "That which is below is like that which is above, and that which is above is like that which is below, to perform the miracles of one only thing." The Orpha, he reasoned, were the living embodiment of this axiom, their Quantum Leaping a bridge between the microcosm of human consciousness and the macrocosm of the infinite. If he could harness their power, he might elevate humanity beyond its corporeal limits, intertwining its evolution with theirs to preserve the "light of consciousness"—a phrase he borrowed from the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas: "If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you."

His research became an obsession. By day, he attended lectures on quantum entanglement and string theory; by night, he scoured ancient texts and conducted experiments in the academy’s particle collider, a labyrinthine machine buried beneath Starbase City.

He theorized that the Orpha existed in a state of superposition, simultaneously present and absent, a concept mirrored in the Zohar, the foundational text of Kabbalah: "The Holy One, blessed be He, is hidden and revealed, near and far, and there is no place where He is not."

If he could isolate the frequency of their leaps, he might summon them—or join them.

One evening, as the collider hummed with energy, Elohim stood before a containment chamber, its walls etched with sigils he’d adapted from the Ars Goetia, a medieval grimoire of demonology. He whispered an invocation from the Corpus Hermeticum: "O Light and Truth, who art above all things, descend into the vessel of my soul." The air crackled, and the Orpha appeared—not as a single entity, but as a chorus of presences, their voices a polyphony of starlight and thunder. "Who calls us from the abyss of flesh?" they asked, their words reverberating in his skull.

"I am Elohim," he replied, trembling yet resolute. "I seek to merge your essence with ours, to advance mankind and guard the flame of awareness against the dark."

The Orpha regarded him, their forms shifting like alchemical prima materia—raw, unformed potential. "Thou art bold," they intoned, "but know this: to see the truth as we do is to unmake thyself. The flesh is a veil, and beyond it lies the Ogdoad, the eighth heaven of the Gnostics, where the aeons dwell. Art thou prepared to dissolve into the All?"

Elohim hesitated.

The Apocryphon of John had warned of such a fate: "The soul that ascends to the treasury of light must shed the garments of the world, lest it be cast back into the darkness." Yet he saw no other path.

He adjusted the collider’s parameters, aligning them with the harmonic ratios of the Music of the Spheres, a concept from Pythagorean mysticism adopted by medieval scholars.

As the machine roared to life, a rift tore open—a portal of spiraling light, like the "chariot of fire" that bore Elijah to the heavens in 2 Kings. The Orpha surged forward, and Elohim felt his body unravel, his atoms dancing in quantum flux. Pain and ecstasy merged as his consciousness expanded, entwining with theirs.

In that moment, he saw Starbase City from above, below, and beyond—its people as flickering sparks in a vast tapestry. He saw the Orpha’s history: born in the collapse of a prior universe, they had leaped through dimensions to escape entropy, preserving their essence as guardians of possibility. Now, they offered that gift to him, and through him, to humanity.

When the light faded, Elohim stood alone in the chamber, yet he was changed. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly sheen, and his thoughts moved faster than light.

Finally, the vision ended. Elohim realized that the actual first human Quantum Leaper would be born years after 2045. He would be born in the next century.

"Jarvien." He whispered. "His name will be Jarvien, and he will save mankind."

The end.