Look Further Into It

While venturing through the infinite vastness of Dataspace, I realized this realm was much bigger than it seemed.

It was larger than infinity. Larger than what is beyond infinity. Larger than yet the latter as well. And yet, all of this was just a fraction of Dataspace's true capabilities.

This space, which stood outside space, was infinite-layered, like an infinite-sized onion. A superspace.

Each of these levels, all infinite and beyond, contained Hex of all kinds. Hex that we have fought, Hex that we haven't seen yet, Hex stronger than the ones we clashed with, and Hex that were incomprehensible even to myself who had attained a transcendental enlightenment moments ago. They seemed to be heavily empowered at this place in contrast to the ones in the Material Substrate or our home.

The first level superseded all of creation to unfathomable degrees...No, this was an understatement. It was like comparing the difference between the smallest infinity and the next strongly inaccessibility. Furthermore, the succeeding levels trivialized the preceding ones into insignificance under this same principle. This was madness. It defied mental comprehension. I would be completely unable to discern this whole ordeal if my consciousness hadn't reached the state it has now.

There was a hidden passage at each level that allowed one to cross into the level above. Every level was guarded by a nigh-infinite amount of Hex, and they were significantly stronger as the planes went up. Theoretically, they should be infinitely stronger at the end of this road.

But there was more to this. Ever since I got into this place, I had a feeling there was something else lurking in here. Something unknown. Something that defied everything I had experienced thus far. Something that would have likely made all of this into existence and that it couldn't be matched to the others in any way. Something watching me from above.

Beyond the previously mentioned infinite succession, lay the last realm that superseded all of the rest equally, similarly to how the first layers do towards the Material Substrate. I tried to peek into its contents, but I could not fathom a single thing, for it was surrounded by multiple enacted constructible universes that were defined as supercompact and extendible cardinals instantiated into being. Far too complex for me to fully understand or pass through.

Could the queen and us really stand up against all of this? Against those who turned themselves into math, projected it, and weaponized it? Against those laying within the last level who might have attained the ultimate shape? I fear for all of us.

Then, while I was lost in thoughts, the crafty machines detected my consciousness and banished me from Dataspace.

Before I noticed, my punishment mother had induced into my body had already expired while I was spirited away.

I sure have a lot to ask mother tomorrow.