The book of the dead

I am part of what is called Necros, I am a smart book and even described as alive.

I am the traveling companion of dimensional explorers and I have multiple functions, the main one being to be the logbook of my master as well as his map to find dimensional passages.

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I have many other functions such as translation, my master’s defense, black box, universal databank, dimensional diary guide, diary, advisor, and a lot of other functions that only beings can understand. trans-dimensional and that would be useless to try to explain to you.

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Because of my multiple functions I am very coveted and especially by primitive people who take me for a magic book source of infinite knowledge. This is my summarized function for primitive spirits, but I am not the MULTIVERSAL TREATY FOR NULLS because one who does not have the capacity to absorb the knowledge that I dispense will surely become insane.

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The name Necros is attributed to us only at the death of our master because we become his obituary, his travel witness, his epitaph, his story, the work of his life because he records in us the fruit of his observations through all the dimensions that it crosses.
Then our ultimate function is the RETURN. That is to say that at the death of my master I must return to its original dimension to report his death and bring back my observations.

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A return is not without difficulties except that normally my master before dying should have given me to a messenger who would have had the mission to bring me back because without a carrier I can not move alone and I can only guide it on the way back.
Unfortunately my master was a great explorer and had gone further than anyone in the dimensional labyrinth and in unexplored dimensions so finding an authorized messenger was impossible and so he had to entrust me to an improvised messenger who was unable to fulfill his mission dead on the way home.

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As I said a return is not easy and in such circumstances it is even worse. So I had to finish my trip using the means of the edge that is to say the primitive brain limited to carry me. Fatal mistake because I slowly drove my unintentional carriers and the shock of crossing dimensions incomprehensible to their brains aggravated the thing.

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Too often taken for an evil book and accompanied by a being of another dimension I was often locked up by those who seized me for long periods of time.
When my master had chosen me I had the appearance of a new volume leather alive and on his cover I displayed a smiling face that served as an interactive interface with my master. I was beautiful, I felt good and I was proud to be a traveling companion in such a great adventure. But as my master has exceeded the limits of the civilized dimensions my task has become very difficult.

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The death of my master was a nightmare because without a traditional and intelligent messenger I had to do my best with the stupid and inexperienced messenger to whom my master had been obliged to entrust me.
Already mid-trip he died and I had no choice but to continue with the means of the board because my programming left me no other choice.

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Worse I have been captured for millennia in dimensions where the primitives were trying to break through my secrets for reasons that you will understand as being futile like power, riches, immortality …

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Fortunately I was practically indestructible and eternal but I was not indestructible because of being treated badly, tortured, burned, drowned, hit, crushed … My internal systems of defense and self-repair have ended by almost flinching and me so handsome had become an ugly grimoire and my smiling face was forever deformed.
In addition I lost more and more control over the passage of my carriers from one dimension to another and sometimes during these passages unwanted beings were trained with us.

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Fortunately for me, my self-repairing systems were not totally destroyed so I could regenerate very slowly but I concentrated this function on my internal systems to be able to work at least minimally to be able to accomplish my mission and I let my appearance deteriorate exterior.

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I had the ability to communicate by artificial telepathy with receptive minds that when too primitive to only partially understood my messages.

I had to do with the little that I had but most of the time it was enough for me to give the coordinates of a dimensional crossing point with its activation period and the secret code to unlock it. My master had chosen a very simple code in his native language, Klatu Barada Nikto, which is literally Open Yourself Sesame. Of course without my help, in the wrong place and bad time this code was useless but as I communicated it to every sentient being met on my way it took on a mystical meaning in a heap of civilization that I crossed.

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My task was practically impossible but I finally managed to complete it and go back to my home port where I was able to transfer all the knowledge that my master had stored in me, plus those accumulated during my return and I was deactivated what made me a simple grimoire scribbled by my master and placed in the pantheon of Travelers in a state barely renovated myself because each of my injuries was a historical testimony of my journey and my return.

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Do not be sad for me because after all my body so damaged was a useless support because my soul was saved in the Great Library where I had been reincarnated teaching for future generations and strong my experiences we changed the following necros to improve them.

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If you seek me you will find me in the section devoted to my master, the great Nomiconicus Tarsis under the abbreviated name of NecroNomicon.

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/necro-nomiconicus/

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