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: where are we?
: seems like a school. i've
never been to school.
: um, i have, but never to
like...learn.
: i wonder why this exists
now?
: i think vali was reading
something that made her think of it. that's what maromi told me. it
might not be good though...
: SICK
: i'm concerned
: SO SICK
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: vali, you can't drink
alcohol. you aren't wearing an ushanka. only russian underage girls
can drink!
: ...
: what
: but i'm literally drinking in
that web graphic right down there in your section
: and what are you wearing in
it?
: ...
: an ushanka...
----
: WE'VE REACHED THE END!!!!!!!
: um...this will seem really out
of order.
: well i have been meaning
to ask you.
: what is it?
: do you feel any different
now that you are in a website? are you the same 'you' as you are
outside of the confines of cyberspace? i'm curious if the transfer
through media might have created 'us' as clones rather than just
documenting the conversations of the 'real' versions...
: ...
: now that you mention it,
was i always a floating head in a textbox? didn't i use to have a
body????
: oh my god you're right we're
clones trapped in HTML
: WHAT
: WE AREN'T EVEN IN FULL QUALITY
----
: oh...i know this is being
transferred only minutes after the last, but i remember the large gap
in occurences...
: i'd like to continue it
the same as before. or at least similarly.
: well, i don't remember you
being here...but alright.
: my memory has become
unreliable and spotted, but there's a lot of reassurance in the
consistency of those around me, even if the fabric i am able to stitch
together isn't as beautiful...i suppose i am admitting ownership and
creation here!
: wow, that's really sad. it's
true, too. i don't even remember this...
: well, i am the creator, the
same way my mother is the creator of me...and i still definitely do
not feel an ownership nor subpar.
: one thing comes from
another, that is the progression, the evolution, and i think that
logic applies to the metaphysical vertical. well, i've been taking
pain in the separation of the fabric from the Earth...i want to force
an overlay a bit more...maybe it's a desire for control in every
domain? i want to spread the fabric over the Rocks and Ground and mix
them up so that they affect each other and nobody can say that one is
more real than the other.
: or perhaps they can but what
matters is a definitiveness in my own perception.
: i think the best way to
accomplish this is psychedelic drugs.
: that's literally my line.
----
: the only thing undesirable
on this side of the fabric is the lack of contact with someone who can
challenge you. there are many things to experience but no puzzles to
solve.
: that's not true. what about
hugo?
: oh, well, maybe i've
tricked myself into that...
: but from a more objective
angle, even if you are an independent identity, there's no direct
challenge from another person.
: i'm a real person.
: are you a person?
: ...well, i'm real.
: well, i guess there are
different types of 'other people'. if i could really be challenged and
surprised, i would spend all my time here.
: here's hoping it will be
like that once you die!
----
they were in a wheat field at dusk and the sky wasn't a purple color
but instead it was a colorful river of mostly red, flowing some
unknown liquid with many creatures and objects of importance within.
in a place like this, however, "importance" is of little importance.
the most valuable grandfather clock to ever exist will intermingle
with a cheap forgotten tea set, and their conversations will cross
that divide that ceases to be relevant.
: oh, i think this was
supposed to be a conversation about the people you fight with when i
am around?
: you always think this
way...when it crosses over from one medium to another, this
conversation can become something totally different. what we were
talking about before isn't relevant anymore anyway!
: of course...that makes sense.
: wait, that's just what i said
in the last go-around!
: well, last time you had an
"oh" in there too.
: sure, but that's what i said
at the beginning this time, and i don't want to overuse it.
----
vali was hovering midair in what seemed like a large circus tent, but
instead of a normal shaped tent with a floor and a top it was more of
a parabola on both ends floating in some unknown plane. elow vali's
feet was a white hole, which all the concentric patterns seemed to
flow from. the shapes and patterns and characters took on the
theatrical dog's style and told stories through jerky movements and
papercraft.
: it's lovely to live in media.
there's nobody to talk to, especially since honu isn't here, but it's
nice. i might become tired of being alone, soon, though.
: i am always here, though.
: what a time for you to
speak up, when i'm so relaxed thinking i'm alone!
: anyways, i know this of
course, but i don't really think i should count you as a "somebody"...
: what a silly thing to say,
right after qualifying honu as a "somebody"!
: but you know it's
different, i'm talking in this context...you don't really count as a
full being apart from me, do you? or apart from anyone?
: you all must be such
conflicted people.
----
: i spoke too much about too
much today.
: it's OK.
: i don't often see megu.
: it's OK.
----
it was a shame the rest of the world had to forget. how lucky vali
was, though, that she got to remember such catastrophic and historic
non historic events which truly affected every single person on the
real, live, Earth! before vali had to push a fabric back onto itself,
she stood atop a roof with honu, watching the inconsequential
apocalypse.
: wow, don’t you realize bold
words like that make you sound stupid? you have to use out of place
metaphors. a good one would have been ‘dinner party’, but it didn’t
really fit the feel of the situation.
: i thought of that already.
----
: it's pride month, vali, you
know what that means!
: do you want me to have like
gay schizophrenia what
: where are we?
: seems like a school. i've
never been to school.
: um, i have, but never to
like...learn.
: i wonder why this exists
now?
: i think vali was reading
something that made her think of it. that's what maromi told me. it
might not be good though...
: SICK
: i'm concerned
: SO SICK
----
: vali, you can't drink
alcohol. you aren't wearing an ushanka. only russian underage girls
can drink!
: ...
: what
: but i'm literally drinking in
that web graphic right down there in your section
: and what are you wearing in
it?
: ...
: an ushanka...
----
: WE'VE REACHED THE END!!!!!!!
: um...this will seem really out
of order.
: well i have been meaning
to ask you.
: what is it?
: do you feel any different
now that you are in a website? are you the same 'you' as you are
outside of the confines of cyberspace? i'm curious if the transfer
through media might have created 'us' as clones rather than just
documenting the conversations of the 'real' versions...
: ...
: now that you mention it,
was i always a floating head in a textbox? didn't i use to have a
body????
: oh my god you're right we're
clones trapped in HTML
: WHAT
: WE AREN'T EVEN IN FULL QUALITY
----
: oh...i know this is being
transferred only minutes after the last, but i remember the large gap
in occurences...
: i'd like to continue it
the same as before. or at least similarly.
: well, i don't remember you
being here...but alright.
: my memory has become
unreliable and spotted, but there's a lot of reassurance in the
consistency of those around me, even if the fabric i am able to stitch
together isn't as beautiful...i suppose i am admitting ownership and
creation here!
: wow, that's really sad. it's
true, too. i don't even remember this...
: well, i am the creator, the
same way my mother is the creator of me...and i still definitely do
not feel an ownership nor subpar.
: one thing comes from
another, that is the progression, the evolution, and i think that
logic applies to the metaphysical vertical. well, i've been taking
pain in the separation of the fabric from the Earth...i want to force
an overlay a bit more...maybe it's a desire for control in every
domain? i want to spread the fabric over the Rocks and Ground and mix
them up so that they affect each other and nobody can say that one is
more real than the other.
: or perhaps they can but what
matters is a definitiveness in my own perception.
: i think the best way to
accomplish this is psychedelic drugs.
: that's literally my line.
----
: the only thing undesirable
on this side of the fabric is the lack of contact with someone who can
challenge you. there are many things to experience but no puzzles to
solve.
: that's not true. what about
hugo?
: oh, well, maybe i've
tricked myself into that...
: but from a more objective
angle, even if you are an independent identity, there's no direct
challenge from another person.
: i'm a real person.
: are you a person?
: ...well, i'm real.
: well, i guess there are
different types of 'other people'. if i could really be challenged and
surprised, i would spend all my time here.
: here's hoping it will be
like that once you die!
----
they were in a wheat field at dusk and the sky wasn't a purple color
but instead it was a colorful river of mostly red, flowing some
unknown liquid with many creatures and objects of importance within.
in a place like this, however, "importance" is of little importance.
the most valuable grandfather clock to ever exist will intermingle
with a cheap forgotten tea set, and their conversations will cross
that divide that ceases to be relevant.
: oh, i think this was
supposed to be a conversation about the people you fight with when i
am around?
: you always think this
way...when it crosses over from one medium to another, this
conversation can become something totally different. what we were
talking about before isn't relevant anymore anyway!
: of course...that makes sense.
: wait, that's just what i said
in the last go-around!
: well, last time you had an
"oh" in there too.
: sure, but that's what i said
at the beginning this time, and i don't want to overuse it.
----
vali was hovering midair in what seemed like a large circus tent, but
instead of a normal shaped tent with a floor and a top it was more of
a parabola on both ends floating in some unknown plane. elow vali's
feet was a white hole, which all the concentric patterns seemed to
flow from. the shapes and patterns and characters took on the
theatrical dog's style and told stories through jerky movements and
papercraft.
: it's lovely to live in media.
there's nobody to talk to, especially since honu isn't here, but it's
nice. i might become tired of being alone, soon, though.
: i am always here, though.
: what a time for you to
speak up, when i'm so relaxed thinking i'm alone!
: anyways, i know this of
course, but i don't really think i should count you as a "somebody"...
: what a silly thing to say,
right after qualifying honu as a "somebody"!
: but you know it's
different, i'm talking in this context...you don't really count as a
full being apart from me, do you? or apart from anyone?
: you all must be such
conflicted people.
----
: i spoke too much about too
much today.
: it's OK.
: i don't often see megu.
: it's OK.
----
it was a shame the rest of the world had to forget. how lucky vali
was, though, that she got to remember such catastrophic and historic
non historic events which truly affected every single person on the
real, live, Earth! before vali had to push a fabric back onto itself,
she stood atop a roof with honu, watching the inconsequential
apocalypse.
: wow, don’t you realize bold
words like that make you sound stupid? you have to use out of place
metaphors. a good one would have been ‘dinner party’, but it didn’t
really fit the feel of the situation.
: i thought of that already.
----
: it's pride month, vali, you
know what that means!
: do you want me to have like
gay schizophrenia what
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"Servant of God"
we just call her angel…we don’t really know what her name is,
although the one with black hair is definitely named toto.
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Bitch WanWan and Vali spend a lot of time together, too, mostly
in which WanWan follows Vali around and annoys her.
