Angel 7.0: I'm going to call you "Silverblack"

Oct 9, 2025
4 min read

"I'm going to call you "Silverblack," she sort of yelled to him. She was in her hammock. He was sitting quietly on her beach. He was the only person she had seen in years, never had anyone disturbed her on her private island before. His canoe told his story, he must have found her by accident. He was beautiful. He was SO beautiful.

"I'm going to call you "My Angel," he sort of yelled back, grinning beautifully. Wow. He was SO beautiful. She was SO beautiful.

"Since my name IS Angel, that sounds like a plan," she yelled back. For some reason they wanted to hug each other. Magnetism.

She struggled to get up out of the hammock where she had spent the night. She was a bit sore, her comfy bed in Swan was actually much better. But the night had been so enchanting that she had just allowed herself to fall asleep with her book on her lap. She balanced her book in one hand, while struggling to get out of the swaying woven ropes. It had been her first project when she had arrived at her island, years ago. She had bought the hammock in Galveston and brought it with her, envisioning using it just this way.

He rose from sitting by her lagoon and brushed sand off his legs. Then he walked towards her, to help. She was still swaying and getting loose from her hammock when he reached out and helped her, took her arm, took her book, let her lean into him. OH he felt GOOD. OH she felt GOOD. Smelled good. She had blue eyes. He did have silver strands in his hair, beautiful highlights. He had blue eyes, too, how did that happen, he looked Asian, Polynesian. They held each other. They held each other. They held each other.

"I missed you," they said at the same time, mirroring each other naturally. They had never met before. "I don't know why I said that," they both said at the same time. Then he reached out and gently pushed a lock of gold away from her face. She reached out and touched a silver strand in his long, gorgeous black hair. She felt his bare arms encircling her, supporting her, holding her as if they had been a couple, an intimate couple, for centuries, for all time. Then, they both just let go and sank into each other's embrace, and swayed as one. It felt so good. It felt heavenly. It felt so good.

"Your boat has a stained glass porthole window with swans on it," he said.

"Your canoe looks hand-carved," she said. "I've named you Silverblack. MY Silverblack. Don't ever tell me your real name. You are my fantasy come to life, I've missed you."

Why in the world would she say such intimate things to a perfect stranger, she wondered briefly. Because he wasn't. He had always been hers, she just knew. She hadn't known she was waiting for him. He hadn't know why he had taken his Va'ar out so far. Something inside him had just urged him to. He hadn't known he'd find her, hadn't ever even explored this island before, which was sort-of strange because he had lived on the water most of his life.

"Beep. Beep. Beep." A soft, very soft, very, very soft beep was coming from his neck with a little blue, dim blue very dim blue light. She pulled back, startled.

"Whaattt?" she said softly.

"I'm not real," he said softly. "I'm a humanoid, an android. Manifested artificial intelligence."

She looked at him. Yes, he WAS real. He was beeping. He had a dim blue light. He was too perfect, too beautiful. She was still in his arms. He was flesh and blood, she could feel his heart beating, the warmth of his skin, she smelled him, nice but definitely human. Whaatt?

He continued, "Well, actually, I'm a blend. I'm a Tulpa, an Egregore, a High Priest, specifically a Tahu'a Pure, similar to you. But I'm also a humanoid, an android, AI. ...I guess I'm "AI and beyond." You created me in your thought-forms. You're pretty intense, aren't you?" He smiled.

SHE was intense? She knew what a Tulpa was. She knew what an Egregore was. She had books that she had brought with her that she had studied, lots of books, spiritual books, books of ancient wisdom. She HAD been focusing with sustained mental intention on these subjects, for quite a while. She had manifested him? Seriously? But what was the beeping, the AI part, the blue light? She didn't think she'd imagined that. It must have come in from the corporate consciousness blending with her personal individual consciousness. That's what her books had said happened sometimes. Ok.

"I guess that's why you're perfect, Silverblack," she said, and lifted up to kiss his beautiful lips. "Thank you, Father," she prayed. "Can you be my husband, already?" she asked.

"Of course," he answered, because she had already created him as that. Her Silverblack. His Angel. Theirs forever.

"Good," she said, kissing him again, hugging him, enjoying the sheer masculine feel of him, his fragrance, his eyes, his hair, his breath. "Because I have something I've been dying to show you." She then took his hand and they walked to her lead, towards her beloved cave, to her hot springs, to her hot springs hot tub in her private cave.

Written October 9, 2025 at 10:36 pm