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yes, i'm completely certain that this is exactly what the watercolor sketchbook contains. it's not at all the fault of, say, shoddy programming. not at all.
i won't pretend to understand. those two are inseparable, that much is...experimentally verified. like quarks in a hadron. sybil showed that well enough, now didn't she? well, not a day goes by where i don't wish she didn't, but it's a little too late for that. if that's what it is, though, i guess it's a good thing he keeps insisting on going back with her. even if he's given up, himself, he keeps going back in just because she hasn't.
well, i didn't mean break quite so literally. i'm not sure if it's even possible to destroy the transistor, and even if you did, i'm not convinced that'd be our way out as much as it'd mean our deletion. but we're trying. trying everything we can. i'm starting to run out of ideas, i'm sure i'll get more creative if need be. i'm an engineer, after all. that's what we do.
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Ā Grant Kendrell? Of course I know him! Iāve most certainly met him, but I havenāt been able to speak to him that much. He usually lets people like me go around and chat up the other little people.Ā š
oh, well, thatās fair. thatās certainly fair. heās awfully reserved, for someone so often in the public eye as he is. i was surprised, really, when he approached me to strike up a conversation. but we hit it off. started meeting over dinner to chat and...discuss our plans. we havenāt had dinner like that in a while, but we still talk.
what about his husband? asher seems like heād be more your speed. he always was the more outgoing of the two.
A common trait shared between I and my alternates. An unbreakable will that is often translated to stubbornness and general hardheadedness. I donāt think anyone ever does. I follow my own rhythm.
I donāt have much to say since youāve promptly summarised my thoughts.
to your credit, or more accurately herĀ credit, that might just be what gets us out of here. weāve all given up. everyone but her. iāll still help her, so long as she keeps asking. it gives me something to do, even if it feels like weāre not really accomplishing anything. who knows. maybe sheās right, and we canĀ find a way out of here.
well, at any rate, weāll see how long that unbreakable will of hers lasts. somethingās got to give at some point, her or the transistor, and with how stubborn she is, thereās always that nagging feeling in the back of my mind that it just might be the transistor. weāll see. weāll see.
Youād be hard pressed to command me to do anything after several repeat loops. Even if you were a voice in the back of my head.
Perhaps, perhaps not. I lack the necessary knowledge to properly comment on that fact and mostly due to all Iāve done is simply observe. All I can truly say is, I use the word template lightly as there are alternate realities and universes where we exist but are different enough to not be considered ānormalā by those that know of us.
please. i have a hard enough time getting the you that i know to follow my instructions. sheās always so stubborn, when she forgets. of course, when sheās all back in the transistor, back with all of us, we all laugh about it, but when sheās out there again, trying it another time...well, needless to say, i donāt want to bother trying to get youĀ to do anything. i donāt have that kind of patience.
not like iād want to in the first place.
oh, thereās them. and then thereās an infinite number more who we wouldnāt even recognize as us. oh, theyād be us, down to our dna, but we would never know that if we met them. thatās the funny thing about people. the farther you zoom out, the less clear it gets just who we are. now, us, weāre lucky. our universes, as it would seem, would likely have been completely indistinguishable at some time in the recent past. so even though we donāt really knowĀ each other, you and i, we can make some inferences. and iād say weād probably be right, about half the time, at least.
reiszingsun:
Of course I know you, Royce! Never would have expected you to get on social media and come talking with the rest of us. Good to see you spreading out and talking to people! Youāve already done so much for Cloudbank - weāre lucky to have you around the community.
I canāt really say Iām sure what youāre talking about though - Sorry! I could never totally follow you. Always going over my head with that brilliant mind of yours.Ā š
hah...well, even the most reclusive of introverts occasionally get the urge to socialize. believe it or not, i do sometimes leave my place of work. itās rare, but iāve shown up to a handful of parties in my time.Ā social media is...far less draining than those. though they do have their uses. thatās how i met grant, after all, at a party...
oh, now that i think about it, you might not have actually met him yet. have you met him, yet? grant kendrell? i donāt suppose i need to tell you who he is. you always seemed to have a knack for...knowing everybody, or so they say.
Iām not going to comment on that. Thereās always a way but what I did was more or less, crashing every other program and using what I had amassed in the Transistor to break it all.
Different variations and growths. I feel Iāve departed from the template as Iāve been in this world for a number of years now.
suit yourself. of course, i donāt have to tell you to do that, now do i? no, you always did.
template...you sayĀ ātemplateā as if thereās some sort of standard that we all either conform to or deviate from, but that frankly doesnāt exist. in spaces like this, where our realities tend to fly closer together in terms of...probabilities and outcomes, you might see recurring features in one person and think that those are representative of the whole. but youād be wrong. youād be...well, very far from the truth, actually. everett doesnāt pick and choose which eigenstates fit some sort ofĀ ātemplateā and discard outcomes based on how closely they conform to it. thatās...not how this works.
// Royce just laughed so hard he started coughing at Sybilās response.
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Well enough that Iāve stabbed you enough times before I broke apart from the system loops and found myself in a new role with the Transistor being a part of me and I it. That includes the Process.
I have been on this site for quite some time and Iāve long found myself in a different Universe.
interesting. well. i guess it would be, if i was still actively trying to find a way out of here. but iāve more or less given up on that, you see. so itās not really all that interesting to me.Ā
but i guess itās convenient that thereās not so much explaining that iāve got to do. not like the last time i met one of you. oh, that was tedious. she didnāt even stick around, did she? nope. all that explaining, and she didnāt even stick around.
well, how do you do, sybil. iām gonna go out on a limb and say youāre not my sybil, so maybe you donāt know me. but. well. i know you. or at least i knew you. one of you.
oh, thatās not a good way to start a conversation, is it? no, not good at all. well, like i said to red, i like being direct. sometimes, thatās just not whatās best for talking. i was never that good at talking.
iām royce, in case you donāt know me. royce bracket. and if you donāt know about the more...everett nature of our reality, well, i must sound like quite the loon.
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Two familiar faces and two new ones. For the newcomers, bonjour. My name is Red.
To the other two? Welcome.
red. right. red. well, iām royce, royce bracket, and iām not one to beat around the bush, i like being direct, so iām going to just get right to the chase. be direct.
how well do you know me? or, perhaps a better question would be, how well do you know the me that might already know you. because while iām not certain, i think the probability of you being someone i already know is very...slight. we havenāt spoken in a whileāwell, she hasnāt spoken in a much longer while, but you get the pointābut iām pretty sure sheād tell me if she was attempting to make some sort of outreach to the world outside, and well, your blog doesnāt exactly seem new anyways.
well, i...might as well give a status update.
red. sheās trying. sheās...still trying. trying over and over and over again, to break this...this loop weāre in. trying something new each time, thinking that maybe. just maybe. this will be the time.
i donāt think itās a bad idea, necessarily. every...every good loop has a termination condition, right? i donāt think the transistor, or...whomever or whatever it was that made the transistor would have just put while (true) and just left it at there, with no break statement. i mean...just look at this thing. if someone programmed this, itās...impressive. no. impressive doesnāt quite cut it. itās immaculate. the only way thereād be no way to stop recursion would be if recursion was the goal. but we canāt afford to think like that, now can we?
me, iām trying something different. i havenāt given up. no. not at all. iāve...stopped. stopped trying to beat red. i know i canāt. the me thatās out there, though, he doesnāt know. no. he doesnāt know. he doesnāt know that itās futile. sheāll win. every single time. sheāll win.
maybe trying to terminate the loop isnāt how we should be approaching this. iāve made some headway, as you can tell. because, well...iām talking to you. information. information can be transmitted out of the transistor. people, now. people seem to be a one-way trip. but what is a person but information, really. not...not the body, no. the body isnāt what iām concerned about. the transistor...the transistor can make a body. what iām concerned about is...well, i donāt want to call it aĀ āsoulā but i guess thereās no better term for it than soul.
i can project myself out. if you let me set up a connection, i can project myself onto your screen, no problem. if you let me, i can even manipulate some things that i can connect to. i can...hack, i guess, though i really donāt like that word. i donāt like that word at all. all that, thatās just commands. thatās just...information.
i feel like iām close. like i can find some way to manipulate this thing from the inside. but the transistor...itās not working with me anymore. i found it, iām convinced, because it was working with me. and now itās stopped doing that, and iām having a much harder time getting it to do what i want. but iām close. i know iām close.
is there anyone that still follows me anymore? i mean, i doubt it. iāve been gone for a long time, and well, itās not like i had many in the first place back when i was active. but who knows, things happen that surprise you.
alright, now i feel is a good time to actually disappear for a bit. perhaps watch a stream flow, and arrange some rocks in its path and enjoy how the current changes.
that would have been the last post on the matter, had you not found it necessary to barge in on the content that i decide to publish to my blog. but of course, since you did find it necessary to do just that, it was, obviously not. and if this irritates you, well you only have yourself to blame.
on top of that, amazingly, it seems that all interactions live in a vacuum and that venting my frustrations on my personal blog is a terrible faux pas. as if i cannot use the services given to me for their express purpose because some person wonāt find my usage of them agreeable.