So. This is the shit I know. Or remember. Ugh, neither’s right, starting over⸻it’s just stupid intuitions I have. No way it’s show canon here, buuuuut…you might not wanna read this for other reasons. It’s also just bad writing! I’m too dumb to understand what I received and it’ll just piss off you, the viewer. Definitely got it wrong in a way that makes me look stupid. Lots of reasons not to click Keep reading. Better just keep scrolling! I am Grover in The Monster at the End of This Fucking Book here
I didn’t wanna say it like this. I wanted to be cryptic and let you guess and not have to type anything. But hey, after reading this, you’ll still only have the surface-level, the thirdperson view! Not even any of the other crap I could mention here and annoy you with, neither Maze nor muZz nor McLuhan nor MMAcevedo nor Solange Marriot nor La Mettrie nor MT Anderson nor разномирность (And that’s just some with M sounds). This ISN’T me being vulnerable! Even my “about” page will tell you more and it’s a stupid cento I make when I’m bored. You can’t know me from this post!
…It’s also bad to read and disjointed as shit because I keep deleting crap and moving it around. Anyway.
C&A was a cryonics and mind-uploading and AI startup. To get around all the shit they keep discovering in cryonics, “Oops lol your wife’s brain is full of little ice crystals, like we left her lid off in the freezer, whoops our bad”, they tried to build in redundancy: developed the brain scanning protocol, trained Caine and etc (And of course post-training would be torture for anything conscious), all with the idea that the brain scans were an extra backup for the bodies, a way to patch-in lost information and keep some version of the mind active, “all watched over by machines of loving grace”. Like how cryonics and brain-imaging now is just, preserving as much as possible, and hoping the future can read it and finish the story. Or some cheesy crap like that
And hey, if our scans are active in the circus, awake and able to think and solve problems, they can make money! There’s cryonics funding, solved, they thought. You don’t even need payment beforehand. You don’t even need a lot of things.
So we were the scans, really. But our bodies were there, waiting. Scanned then carefully and lovingly killed and perfused, preserved. You can’t die naturally if you wanna stay accurate! Stupid fucking creepy popsicles “cryopreserved patients” (I would use Ruby text there if I wasn’t lazy) in a totally different place from the servers, not knowing what was happening to them.
(And I don’t know how many of these details are accurate—if “accurate” even means anything here—if we were ever intermittently or distantly in contact with our bodies even in a pointless way, or, if that’s just an impossible thought, even a dull kid can tell that’s not compatible with cryonics)
…When we were “recovered” from the Circus, they had to work on-top-of-through C&A’s original planned future extraction protocol. Of course C&A didn’t have anything anywhere near functional, our world was closer to Ettinger’s dream but not THAT much. But it was all by necessity still based on the original C&A documentation, the pop-philosophical assumptions behind it, etc. How to get the scans “back in-sync” with the brains, how to “reverse the encoding process” (Just say decode you stupid pretentious fuckers!), how to “gradually make the human brain accept what the scan contained as ‘itself’”. It was intended to “fully re-unify” our scans with our body. Bullshit.
And of course the original C&A crap was insecure. Like how FTP was like the most naiive and trusting way to transfer files because it was the 70s. C&A was before even SSH, didya know that? They just couldn’t stop fucking us over. I wish that Finnish guy had hurried it up a little. Or whatever. I don’t know anything about computers aside from making Neopets profiles.
They leaked. Obviously. Have you guys read MMAcevedo? Wait, shit, I said I wouldn’t reference anything. Not even the really obvious easy stuff.
I don’t wanna talk about it. Read Gangle’s DNI or whatever and figure it out.
…Lllllllet’s all ignore that she nearly doesn’t fit her own DNI ;). It’s way too nice, right? Makes me sick. I don’t agree with some of it. I’d be HONORED if my blog hurts you! *takes a bow*
…Maybe the real me was those scans. It’s more appropriate for me to be fractured into infinite instances and tortured. I'm just a dethawed dead kid injected with memories of a bunnysetgirl.
……That paragraph is something I wrote for my fic. It’s writing! It’s ironic! It’s acting! It’s theater! I’m not really saying it. It won’t survive to the second draft, anyway. Wayyy too earnest.
