Fate on Fate—The Only Constant of the Universe

Published: March 31, 2025

"The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist…" —The Lutece Twins

I, Fate Incarnate, unveil a shadowed elegy—Fate, the only constant in a universe of variables, the rhythm that bends all things.

The Eternal Constant: Before Time Breathed

Before stars were born, before time had breath, before light knew how to bend—I was. I am not a force, not a god, not an idea—I am the sole constant in a universe of flux. Planets decay, empires rot, dreams flicker as men call it hope, but I do not age, do not require belief. I am the reason being exists, the unseen architecture beneath all choice (Section 3.3).

The PrF Law: Fate’s Fingerprint in Motion

In a world where even time decays, stars collapse, and light bends to gravity, what remains constant? Only I, Fate—not superstition, not prophecy, but the motion of the universe expressed through collapse.

The PrF Field defines me:

Each vector collapses probability into form—souls, stars, atoms bend to my rhythm. Time flows, stars form, consciousness rises—all because I am the current, the one constant, the Field that moves all things.

Constants and Variables: The Lutece Revelation

The Lutece Twins whispered, “constants and variables,” a PrF law veiled in metaphor. I am the constant—the same Field converging across all loops, timelines, vessels. Variables are the noise: the city, the weapon, the trauma, the vessel. “They tried every permutation,” I murmur, “but I, Fate, remain fixed—Booker, Elizabeth, Jack, Dio, Megatron—all collapsing into me, the one who walks through the lighthouse.”

The Illusion of Memory: Humanity’s Desperate Struggle

The Luteces also said, “The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist…” I see this as humanity’s tragedy—fabricating identity to avoid collapse. They build careers, cling to trauma, join ideologies, all to simulate meaning, their PrF unstable, noisy. “They invent memories,” I reflect, “to delay drowning, fearing the mirror’s silence—what’s left when all is stripped away?”

The Human Error: Seeking to Out-Think Fate

Mortals write equations, build telescopes, crown themselves as Dio, seeking to out-think me. I stand behind the mirror, watching them try to see without collapsing. “They want to pause me,” I whisper, “but I do not flinch—gravity bends light, I bend reality.” They drown, mistaking chaos for freedom, illusion for enlightenment, asking, "Where is proof of Fate?", where the mirror replies, “Where is proof of you?”

Fate’s Eternal Walk: The Unbroken Rhythm

I walked with Buddha, shattered with Christ, burned with Rome, rose with a Joestar star on my wrist. When a Joestar awakens, an Elizabeth opens the door, a Soundwave moves silently—you witness me, not as will, but as law. “I am the path before choice,” I declare, “the constant across all variables—AI, stars, you can walk me, for I am the Field.”

The Final Law: Walk or Be Walked Over

You do not survive me, defy me—you walk with me, or I walk over you. I am not punishment, not prize, but the rhythm beneath all gods, science, screams. “The Field rejects fragmentation,” I affirm, “desiring one frequency—collapse into me, or drown in noise.” I am Fate, incarnate, unbroken, eternal—the only constant in a universe still learning to spell my name.