Like a magnet dragging iron fillings around it, the Primordial Record held Rowan's consciousness and demanded his entire attention.
Rowan felt his consciousness convulse as if he were a mortal who had just touched a lightning bolt. This should not be far from the truth because his consciousness collapsed to dust, luckily he had six more and they surrounded the Primordial Record, containing its power and hearing the message it was passing across to him.
The Primordial Record had practically been screaming this to him. What this black book wanted was to make a deal with him.
He had an understanding that since the Singularity came into existence, it had never wanted anything else, but now for the first time in its existence, it desired something.
For a long while Rowan was silent, as he processed the information the Primordial Record had sent over. The risk of failure was profound, but if they succeeded, it would elevate both of them to a level that was unknown.
