Ravings at the Edge of Time
Versions of the Nonexistent
Night. A virtual moon hangs over the shoreline. From the shadow of the hills, a figure emerges—one hundred meters tall, its face animated with digital nuance, its voice stitched from ancient Roman decrees and advertising slogans. The Colossus of Pompey awakens. No longer bronze—now holographic, interactive, corporate.
You connect via neural shunt. The city pulses around you like a capsule of memory. In the streets—crowds immune to death. In the temples—QR codes for the gods.
You’re in Soli-Pompeiopolis. Version 6.0. The last stable build.
Rome did not fall. It simply updated.
Worlds That Never Were
In an alternate reality, Pompey does not lose to Caesar. His ships don’t sink, his legions don’t surrender. He takes Cilicia by the throat, makes Soli the new capital of the East, and relaunches the Empire—no senate, but with an Ideological Department and an internal AI-Praetor.
The Colossus is installed in 46 BCE—not as a statue, but as a system. Inside: laws, citizen profiles, propaganda verses. It watches. It speaks. It judges.
Not a monument—an operating system for order.
The city expands. South: zones for veterans. North: experimental forums with direct democracy. Slavery is abolished. Replaced with limited avatars.
Everyone gets basic income, basic belief, basic loyalty.
Pompey doesn’t die by the sword. He fades out inside a metaverse.
Phantom Architectures
AI reconstructions of Soli-Pompeiopolis don’t restore ruins—they simulate what might have been:
Temple of Imperial Echo — built of luminous concrete, its columns resonate when touched.
Agora of Transparent Decisions — a plaza with a holographic Colossus that speaks every 13 hours.
Aqueduct of Memory — water flows through pipes lined with scenes from lives that never happened.
CryptoForum — a mosaic of thoughts left by visitors, recorded permanently on-chain.
The Colossus at the center isn’t just a symbol.
It’s an interface.
It reads your gaze, answers questions, sometimes—remains silent.
That silence is quoted in school debates.
Reality Is Blurred
You walk the streets of Soli-Pompeiopolis and can’t tell—
Is this a reconstruction, a hallucination, or just another update of the “Antiquity Live™” app?
Locals say the Colossus sometimes moves on its own, without code. That it stares out to sea, waiting.
Some say it whispers names—forgotten, impossible.
Tour guides insist it’s just a marketing myth.
But no one laughs near the Colossus.
Because in its shadow, everything feels real.
Even you.
Echo in the Void
I was there. Or dreaming. Or inside the metaverse. Or standing on the coast, where Soli’s ruins still claw out of the earth like the ribs of a burnt world.
I saw the Colossus’s shadow in Soli-Pompeiopolis —either by moonlight or from a screen’s glow.
It stood. And was silent. And I was silent too.
Because sometimes, it’s better to believe in what never was. Because some lies are cleaner than truth. Because sometimes, dead cities live better than we do.
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