Preamble to a Novella
The Suprahumans had long been the progenitors of nature and the masters of macroreality, which we call 'reality'. Possessing radically advanced metabrains, the Suprahumans are countless evolutionary leap, bounds and shuffles ahead of we mere humans, which they call 'Lipoids', possessing primitive protobrains.
After thousands of years traversing the interstitial dimensions which enrapture all plausible dimensions parallel to this dimension, the Suprahumans (or 'Nanoids' as they are known) have returned to macroreality to find the spheroid they had left behind in a terrible state of disrepair. The landscape is parched, charred and littered with chain shops; when the Nanoids had left this dimension it was all rosehips and bunny rabbit feet. We Lipoids do know how to ruin a good time, it seems.
Made of silicon and silver, the Nanoids are quasi-robotic, machine oil based life forms that inhabit the in betweens of we call 'concepts'. They are privy to all physical matter as a whole, instead seeing the variance in value and simile as would otherwise be annotations of states of matter to us less evolved humanoids. They merely see us as sacks of animal fats -- and with good reason.
We coarse grain humanoids, in dimension sixty six and a seven, have little or no concept of the Nanoids. They exist as abstracts to us. They are the fates, the titans, the gods and goddesses... but even the semi-deific have their perilous pitfalls.
The Suprahuman race thrives on fossil fuels and without them they are like us without water. As fast as we are releasing greenhouse gases and sub-mantle methane into our atmosphere, the faster Suprahumans will behave as a baby playing with a carrier bag.
So now, we enter into the plight of the Nanoids. Their hyperelectrical metabrains will be computing gigaflops of information just as we're all flooding our crude protobrains with transfats and Jeremy Kyle. The Nanoids, however, are not without hope.
Possessing superior intellects and an intense adeptness for Sudoku puzzles, the Nanoids -- miniscule in size as they are -- can pilot our protobrains by use of 'anti-etheric magnetic stimulation'. AEMS is a technique born of quelling concepts in flimsy proto-neurology to stop the rapid excitement of logical areas of the protobrain, and thus manipulate human behaviour. There does exist an Achilles heel, however.
No formal or informal logic or antelogic has been known to have any sway over the primordial reptilian brain of humans. That little piece of goo we inherited from the dinosaurs is the only stopgap in humans subservience to the metabrain antics of AEMS, and surely the only booby trap in the equation of bringing about the rational conclusion of their mission for self-preservation and a one way ticket to a brighter macrofuture.