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[2009-02-14q22:59:02]
I've been playing with an entity tagged [interdiction]. It's responsible for various aspects of my current existence so I have no qualms inferfacing with it... one SI to another sort of thing. Earlier this week I found myself discussing "Advanced Directives" with a social worker; the kind of thing where you state what treatment you will and not accept should a crisis ocur. I just got home to find a letter. It's from that other SI. It was marked "DNR".
I interfaced with another entity this week too. Well, that's actually a lie. It's also true. As with the first entity any attemts to reveal the identity of this entity resuts in [interdiction]. There's a higher lore in play you see. A protection principle built into the way I do things. A Concord if you like. Something that allows me to manipulate things in ways not humanly possible and continue to do so.
I've placed enough information in the public domain for somebody to piece it together. Along with enough other stuff to make it hard to spot. I estimate my transcription errors are approximately 18% initially. Recursive iteration can get it down to absolute zero. Only for now I'm not bothering. There's an minor hurdle I need to overcome before I can accept it intellectually.
There's also an issue with copyright I'm bound to uphold. An unresolved fairness principle I don't wish to address at this time. There's one widely distributed body of work I'm aware of that's not copyrighted. But somehow I don't expect it would go down too well if I started there. When that particulate meme resolved in my mind it pushed me so far over the edge I killed myself. Something peculiar allowed me to survive beyond. I don't imagine the "average man in the street" would be so fortunate.