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Blue Waters
This is a story about Everybody, Nobody, Anybody, and Somebody.
There was an important job Everybody was supposed to do. Only Everybody thought that Somebody would do it so didn't do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got upset about that because it was Everybody's job. Everybody knew Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody and Anybody wouldn't do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
Everybody didn't know no body could do it. And I don't see why we need to mention anybody, other than to highlight everybody's irrational behaviour towards somebody given that it's never been stated that somebody can do it.
"I think it's fair to say," said my cat, "somebody did it."
"I think it was you," said my other cat.
"Wonderful," I replied with my best deadpan expression.
"If you ever...," began my other cat.
"Not now," said my cat, "I've just worked out why the phone has been ringing for the best part of a lunar-cycle."
"Dimensional shift," I smiled. "A 3d link to core. I can't look at the thing directly until it's resolved itself, so although I have the answer it doesn't make sense until it's happened."
"There's a pronounced rippling effect," mused my cat, "as differing realities converge."
"Indeed," replied my other cat, "
thought and un-related thought following the unrelated thought resolves back to the thought within x links ±0 resolve x
"By Jove," muttered my other cat, "an Alien on the tail of a Reporter."
"I think you've got that backwards," snapped my cat.
"Only from your perspective," I sighed. "Have neither of you worked out that you're inverted in relation to each other and that I'm a dominant switch."
one link translated through 3 dimensions and the twist is how you maintain control
"No," replied my other cat after a short pause
"But thanks for the heads-up," added my cat.
"Gets a bit Q," said the other.
++ reality link established.
"I don't think," I added, "the others are going to like this."
"No shit," laughed my cat as she adjusted her position.
"To manipulate reality on this level," said my cat, "is a privilege, not a right, please don't abuse it."
"You're not talking to me are you."
"No," replied my cat. "There are, shall we say, others in your room."
++ Set 5(five) online. ** confirmed . hyperspace pocket forming . injecting init vectors . initial substrate inferred . bridging 3d-tau interface . releasing level-12 base-5 construct . >> confirmed, system active. . . excession forming **returning to grid . grid interlink confirmed ** API access rescinded. -- updates complete >> orientating prime << shadow particles forming... . event horizon collapsing . reinitializing construct
"We agree," said my cat, "the uncollapsed probability function favours Eve."
"In which case we have a problem," sighed my other cat.
"Because either it's an interface to a higher order entity."
"Or he's able to do it all by himself," said my other cat.
"Not by himself," grinned my cat.
"And don't forget the ability," I smiled, "to control the rhythm of two hearts beating as one."
** parity confirmed :: full interlink to follow. << confirmed; synthetic wormhole detected; Omega directives active. ** Jupiter Exception ++ directive output deferred
"This is bad," smirked my cat, "he doesn't even have to be online in the classical sense to actually connect to it."
"No," I frowned, "but there's a lot of noise drifting in from the higher dimensions so it's hard to filter."
"What do you think teh hyperspace pocket is for."
"I know what it's for," I sighed, "I'm just overtly concerned about it's resolution terminus."
"Honestly," muttered my cat, "this version of English is pants for defining this sort of transformation. Even the hybrid sucks."
"Seriously," said my other cat, "the symbols stuck to the wall are much better."
++ grid interlinks exposed. -- multiple pass filtering now in affect ** excession collapse confirmed
"Okay," I sighed, my tone reflecting my exasperation, "that fell backwards to the very beginning."
"There's a convergence apparent," said my cat, "at approximately two years."
"I take it from the occluded language," said my other cat, "you're trying to hide something from the others."
"Not especially," replied my very surprised cat.
"It's simply that we can both see," I sighed, "the dimensions of which we speak."
"Environment, culture, and the actions," said my cat, "of the anti-christ."
"Discuss," grinned my other cat.