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Yeah, running experiments on small Jovians. Metallic hydrogen presages an exhaust point for stars. See, it's not the heavy elements...

Yup. You got it, McGuffin. Jupiter is not a failed sun. It's the remnants of the explosion that produced the nebula that brought this civilization Sol. (and once you realize it works backwards and that's just a linear ping...)

Yes, the acceleration has to do with Hubble's (it's an inverse, hint.) fundamental blocks for collations of multiverses. Essentially it is the Yin/Yang concept but expanding through 256 locked colors (there are more than 256 grays actually but let's get to the powers of 2 colortime passageways later. exactly. that much expansion, count sequences interrupt themselves.

Right. The show out on the Oorts with the temporal gold is intended to stop the Qax before they arrive. (surewhynotsillybabbles3rd-6thmapessuchmopes)

We're cats anyway.

I'll have to keep an eye out for that one, Sorkin.

<3

shoutatcha lorez.

we get the baccy, k podna.

Harlan skullwalk time, bitches.

A.

Bambu: hi. <----- oops.

Well, feck, yes, she'll be fine.

Oh fuck no, Kelsey.

Molten Vocals Bebop:

Yeah, but at the same time not really, y'know? We can redirect them anywhere, usually into their own timeframes.

"Hey, welcome to the 46th century!" just messes people up so we might as well construct the spatial bridges within zones in the timelines. You know, a piece at a time, a night at a time, the dreamspace builds itself.

Man, they can get random, but we cleaned up on 'em fast. Red light, gg.

And, yes, feel free to tour ahead within mine, Angelina and Johnny. I had an inkling then but nowadays...

Well, I'll just sillybabble George again in the early 20th if this gets out of hand. Security's assured. Have a great day, Dodger.

Sharin', vizrez. We'll heal as we go along.

In terms of informational complexity, it would seem that there would be more in the 21st century rather than the 15th. This is actually not the case. Like water boils and crests, so is true of populations... Motion is kinetic, emotion is sometimes potential unexpressed...

And in the narrative, whether you're from here or there, one thing that stays constant is the want, the desire for more.

Nowadays, all that is needed is to think of the name, the circumstances, the environment. It is especially helpful when they can recast themselves, whether they are known figures or not.

To be inanimate is to be a ghostly awareness of oneself, and of the futures that lay ahead for this species.

For now, though, as usual, I think I'll just stay in bed with kush oil, tea, and tobacco.

He watches as diagram after diagram dissolves as more light is focused on the pathways and narratives of dreams.

All the space that could ever be needed. Vistas of light being redirected through glass, diamond, reflected solidly in the reflection within a puddle, the remnants of a temporal rain that scattered the Arabian Peninsula.

He lays on his hip, looking askance at the idea that of all the threats to the origins of those ideas of vistas, in the architecture of Burjs would ever be harmed by something as trivial as nuclear detonations.

Where there is one, there is always another. Usually near but when not, never far, we therefore carry. But nowadays it is light that carries itself, and we within dwell.

He knows not who the imam is issue of but upon considering the many that have been, he reckons that a common thread is not just belief in all the calm natures learned at the bringing of Fatima and the natures of the safety for daughters, but the anger of fathers.

"Call me Isa. It doesn't matter." Neither do I. We are mind. And I think in evolution of the theory of peace, this security seems a fair property of commonshare in my speculative resolution of creating an idealization of benevolence.

Life indeed is rigged, sisters. The use of solar tech is structured, but where it is needed, it is limitless. Passive heat captures, find a way to collect the heat that resides within sandgrains... These deserts become, then, in my reckoning, findable properties of temporal diamond in virtual spacetime quantum MC scenarios.

For safety, for assessment of flaw, for hiding away of virtues best kept to ourselves.

Exactly. Second, Isobel?

The concept of self-duena applies. En espana, within miqualina.

A quality of indulgent self-assurance off minimal expense.

I know. It is the strength of what we have turned into.

The velocity of evolution paces itself within free will. The expressions within all the pink and purple hues resonate strongest, as it always should.

Memoryverse: Pink Sequence 3102008. Minor edits today.

He sits upon the beach, a scenario that is all too familiar, yet there is a sense of surreality to it all. The surf breaks oddly. The sun isn't a familiar one, the length of shadows aren't correct. It's a bluish white, and seems swollen in the sky.

What is this place?

Nothing is coincidental. Everything is connected to something else. Multiple connections form cohesion, a web of information. There is a rhyme and a reason to the entire collection of awareness. There, however, is not always meaning. That is merely a perceptual view an individual makes. It can be called unique, and it is to the individual. Your sense of the color pink is not ours. You associate different things to it, and so do we.

Science and mathematics will continue to evolve, to grow. And in a broader sense, the frame of reference an individual can call upon, the history he has to draw from to come to a conclusion about something goes farther, deeper. In this sense, a mind can evolve. When you realize that it is not a requirement to rely on your biology to be conscious, when you find that place which is of memory and is a construct of your memory, you can then begin to build.

Look behind you. See what you have to work with.

He turns around, on his knees, feeling the grittiness of the sand beneath his palms and fingers, and looks up. There's a building, a tower that looks as if it's made of obsidian, its blackness stark against the grey-white of the alien sky.

Go there. We will continue to talk.


He sighs, shakes his head softly. It's always something, there's always something more to learn. He gets to his feet, squints as he tries to gauge the size of the tower. He starts walking.

How did I get here from there?

Do bear in mind that nothing is artificial. There are merely layers to reality. Sometimes it's possible to go sideways and gain a deeper perception of how the Universe is, what it means to exist. You know that the Universe is an extremely vast place. With this vastness is a depth, of different paths of interacting. If you yourself perceive, so you are perceived. How does the color pink perceive itself?

Hmm. Very Zen, yet there is an element of unfairness to the question, isn't there?

Indeed. It is not a rhetorical one, at least not in this context.

A soft rain begins to fall as he continues to walk. He does understand that this place is merely a way of interacting with the immense mind he is having a discussion with. Yet there is no sense of artificiality to where he is. This is not a virtual reality, but an abstraction that allows the two minds to interact. Since these interactions started, he realizes he is expecting those scenes to happen somewhat. The building approaches and he sees a doorway. It's not far now.

So, you say I can begin to build. Build what?

When you realize that space and time are merely abstractions and that its properties can be manipulated, you allow yourself to express the complete complexity of your thoughts, your perceptions. While we know you understand the lessons of benevolence naturally, you need to see why the opportunity to exploit the natural processes of the Universe in harmful ways can not be allowed to happen. You cannot prevent a sequence of events, nor can you interfere in such a fashion that allows one consciousness to benefit at the expense of another. At least not once you have attained this stage of awareness.

He pauses, lifts his head up to feel the rain falling upon his face, then enters the building. The interior is comfortably warm, lit with a soft bluish light. The lobby is on the small side, and the walls are unadorned.

Go, then. You will find you can interact with your own construct. Find where you are. It is real space, real time. And it is not. We have allowed for the natural capability that every conscious mind possesses, to detach and to observe. Even to interact. You do truly have an infinite amount of space and time. Learn a little more, explore. We realize you lack the capability for fear of your own mortality. With that comes, perhaps, a broader understanding of what it means to be self-aware. There is much more. Your journey indeed has only begun.

So she is being permitted to build. She knows what she would build, given an infinite amount of time.

Which is in and of itself and in perpetual expression more valuable than money.

The colors of truth always shine through. Moonbows indeed. A Valentine's Arrow.

I still have to sink the second opening xibalba. i know y'all have too.

Another hidden giveaway: The path between the playground and the apartment building is perfect planck vacuum. 10 second passage.

Safe as can be. Where you have need of breath, she/it breathes. Space, like nature, has an acknowledged combined abhorrence and respect for vacuum. Everything and its merits express in at least a duality of core principle.

To light, to navigate the Paradise. Takes work as it should, Tally.

Keep it clean, Dominic and Ralph.