“We shall see, Astrid,” came the distant-minded reply of the hypermind. “We shall see.”
Her multitude of avatars pulled back from the minds of her worshippers. High above the galactic plane, Serina reappeared in another avatar.
In her earlier years, she would have sighed. Now she simply gazed at the vast expanse of the Milky Way. “Baselines…so chaotic to deal with. I must prepare some more contingencies.”
Astrid teleported over the Milky Way with Serina. “It’s a lovely view of the galaxy we have, don’t we?” she mentioned. “As long as you can keep an eye on your followers, I’m sure things will work out.”
“In these uncertain times, one can’t be too sure.” Serina idly waved a hand, attention increasing ever so slightly on the Initiative’s data channels.
“This faith is new, eager…and word of it will reach the Assembly. If it hasn’t already. And that will be difficult enough to explain without these followers jumping in.”
Serina folded her avatar’s arms. “I cannot guarantee that they will not try to build some accursed monument in my honor. What is to come will test all of us.”