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...
Okay... So what am I doing here?
You keep repeating ideas, and that guy...
Where is that guy...
Is this..? What..?
Mn... These things... My eyes hurt-
Wait...
Wait-! There!
I see him-!
He’s still here-- Navi, how do I get closer?
...
Come on- You useless bunch of...
19-16-5-1-11
Speak...?
I can... do that? ... Can he hear me? ... Is he real?
19-16-5-1-11
“...”
.
Okay... A deep breath.
“Player... .̵͖̬͕̞̹̯̪̥͈̩̳̯̃̽̄͝@ludioxxvi.̵͖̬͕̞̹̯̪̥͈̩̳̯̃̽̄͝ 26--”
what... happened to my voice?
🍒509
🍒 : how much does my muse value companionship?do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often?do they have or desire to have many friends?do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?
Companionship... huh?
He's never really thought of it like that. People just tend to happen around him, and some of them stick. Like a fresh coat of glue.
He values them, of course. Well, some more than others... And 'being alone' - That's never felt like an option to him. I mean, he has Navi at all times, right? She's not a person, but she might as well be.
Desire. Prefer... He doesn't know. He doesn't really seek out anything. Not making new friends, or being alone... Well, there's times where he needs to be alone for a bit, just to recharge. But... guess... If that stretched on for more than a few hours, he'd probably start to get pretty stressed. It'd be weird. Like white noise- It'd be too freaky to go without.
If he were alone, in a new place, with new people... Guess it wouldn't take him too long to try finding someone, just to keep his sanity intact.
BURNT OFFERING 509
BURNT OFFERING - what’s your muse relationship with fire? are they afraid of it, or do they find it fascinating?
Are there people fascinated by it..? I guess, probably, that makes sense. Not him, though.
He's not scared of it either-- Well, a different story if it's a lot all at once, like anyone would. But generally, It's one of those things that just exist. He can see either side here, but...
It does catch his eye, though. Complex... It's not like he cares about all the details, but it's hard not to look at, something flickering in and out of existence, and dancing all the way-- His eyes get lost and far when it comes into view... He can't help it.
How does this happen?
How does this kind of thing ever happen to anyone?
-- With such surreal footing, it seemed ridiculous to think about tv shows at a time like this. But he couldn’t help it; A... drug cartel, a mafia underling... Someone thousands in debt to a sketchy loan shark-- This kind of scene was more fitting of them. Tossed out of the trunk of a car in the middle of nowhere, shirt ripped and blood-stained fingers, nothing around but dirt, a warehouse, buckets of rain-- This was the kind of thing that only happens on TV.
I’m alive, right? I’m a person, right?
Am I in a tv show?
Despite the way his ribs screamed “No”, the hot rain made it difficult to breathe. He slid himself up and back, until -- A shot of pain -- a divot in the ground took him in. This is how he found that the warehouse was much deeper than he thought; he supposed the land outside his blurred vision had an interesting shape. Despite telling himself it didn’t matter, his mind tried to turn its focus to imagining the landscape.
Anyway, he was grateful, because the ground was cut to make room for windows, and he was able to push one of them open. The hot, stiff, damp air from inside was a joy opposed to letting rainwater flood his mouth. He collapsed against the sill and hung his head inside, an arm dangling with relief. 20 feet? He thought as he peered down, watching droplets pour from his hair and fingers-- 20 feet. At least. He’d never seen blood drip this way.
There were people inside. It took him longer than he’d like to admit to realize this... But they were only hazy dots, after all, and his ears were too full of rings and rain to consider the shouts down below. When he realized it, though, he let it take his attention fully-- But... it only layered. How does this happen? How does this happen to him? A life he thought was entirely normal, entirely nothing-
He was watching a robbery.
Shouts. Guns. A boy running for his life, taking everything his arms can carry-- He laughed to himself, and shut his eyes, wondering if they would notice him. If they would shoot him, even. There’s no way this is real. There’s no way this day is real. “26, you’re too much...”
Huh?
When did you get here? S e r i o u s l y ?
Looking down, the people who were there-- At least, who he thought were there-- were gone now. The rain had stopped. A gross, thick, sticky feeling sat heavy on his rib cage- And a chill shot up his spine, for one reason or another, as he realized that he must have passed out.
It wasn’t a comfort, to see her standing there, but it was a relief. Almost humorous, too. How does this happen? First, then, and now-- I’m not going to die, at least, he thought as his head dropped again. Making sure of that is your problem, now.
While he felt his consciousness drifting in and out, he thought about mom’s remarks, just a few days ago. “No, you almost never cried!” she’d said, sporting an amused and puzzled tone that made him think about himself in a way he never had before. “No matter what happened, or how upset you got--” He laughed lightly, and thought about the feeling at the corner of his eye.
How does any of this happen...?
(509) About pictures
Holding a fraction of reality in your hand-- That's what it is.
The more time passes, the harder it is to say "this happened".
But if you have a photograph, suddenly it's solid...
73.09
Even if the memory ends up slipping, at least one second is guaranteed.
It's... nice.
💭509. You decide the muse :333
2x + 3 = 2x + 5, we remove /2x from either side, leaving 3 =5 -- Which... is false. Clearly x has to equal something to make this true, but there's no basis on which to solve this. Remove 3 from both sides? 2x = 2x + 2, no, no that's definitely impossible, right? Ah... The variable x, in this kind of equation.. An infinite solution, but also none- That's just like you, isn't it?
...
26 + 1.... Really speaks to how much can be packed into 1. It's kinda funny. What kind of guy are you, anyway?
...
I guess it's not my place... But I hope this doesn't change much. Something about the three of us felt different-- Ah...
I guess if anything does change, though... I'm way out of line in the ( --0) first place, so that's really just between you two, huh... Still, the thought hurts my chest a little-- That's dumb though, right? I hope you guys'll be okay.
Back then... it was just me.
Something walked me down an empty hallway... All I could hear was our footsteps. I watched my feet. I didn’t feel like they were mine.
It was like watching through a camera... something like that. Hm...
We passed a lot of doors. I didn’t think, “I wonder who lives in there,” or even, “Where is everyone?” I didn’t think of anyone at all. I thought...
.... How did it go? We stopped. I... Either ‘it’ told me this door was mine, or... I told ‘it’.
“509.” I said that. It was the only thing on my mind.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, numbers were floating around, math. Her. I don’t know why I called it a her.... I don’t know why I gave her a name. Maybe it was just easier to think of that way.
Back then, it was just me, and Navi.
When I woke up the next day, I had all these people around. ‘562′, and ‘105′, they were my best friends. ‘612′ was a buzzing in my ear, 562′s doppelganger. ‘323′s an irritation. So on...
I accepted these as facts, but--
Prove 562 = 562 // Prove 105 = 105
Solve the relationship between x and y
562/509 -1.1041257367387033398821218074656188605108055009823182711198428290766208251473477406679764243614931237721021611001964636542239685... -- cannot round up, 105...
or- 5.62x5.09=28.6058
5.62x1.05=5.901...? No-
All these irrelevant numbers-- What kind of formula am I looking for? I still haven’t solved it... I never liked math anyway.
√(−26)
The day after that, one thing finally made some sense. Sort of-- But, it raised all these new questions, too.
√(−42) ?
√(−27) ?
√(−18) ?
√(−32) ?
√(−11) ?
6.480740698407860230965967436087996657705204307058346549711354397... i || 5.196152422706631880582339024517617100828415761431141884167420938... i ||
4.242640687119285146405066172629094235709015626130844219530039213... i ||
5.656854249492380195206754896838792314278687501507792292706718951... i ||
3.316624790355399849114932736670686683927088545589353597058682146... i
... No relevant numbers.
5.099019513592784830028224109022781989563770946099596407584970804... i -- The only thing that keeps in line is... I.
“509,” I said. I don’t understand why. I don’t really like the implication, but nobody else seems to notice...?
But.... Right now... It’s just me. And Navi. and 26.
As far as the formulas go... And as far as my memories go...
...
But... One other thing-
One other thing, that really annoys me...
‘Sorry... Can you repeat that?’
feels like an admission of guilt.
‘Hang on. I need a sec.’
feels like an admission of weakness.
It’s... nice. Thinking there’s someone out there who can hear it too. Who gets what it’s like, no explanation needed.
He wonders... Maybe it’d be easier to just tell people, but something- a=b ? a2=ab ? a2−b2=ab−b2 ? (a−b)(a+b)=(a−b)b ? (a−b)(a+b)= (a−b)b ? a+b= b ?
... In other words, just because it’s possible, doesn’t mean it should be done.
2 can equal 1, but that defies something intrinsic.
Exactly what, it’s hard to point out, but...
‘ You ‘n I, kid? The grand prize awaits. ‘
Maybe it’s something like that.
