CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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sholdn't start with the random charactsre
they represent cahos
or something
thoughts
they represent thought activity
there is no thought activity going on right now no sir
just get straight on with the nature of reality type story sir
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he woke up to find a brick wall. just one. but he couldn't get by it. it was everywhere but there was only one.
why is there a bick wall, he said after ten thousand years
ah, you're awake, said a voice and then there was no brick wall. sorry we had to wall you in.
this isn't reality it's wrong, he said.
true, the other said.
well, he said.
well what, said the other.
well what is this, he said.
it's a holding area, the other said.
i was eating dinner then i choked, he said.
yes, haha, said the other.
i thought i was going to die, he said.
you did, said the other. you're a digital ghost now.
oh, he sai.d he felt unsually flat. where are my emotions, he asked.
you left those behind, the other said.
where am i, he said. he did not understand.
five thousand years in your future, said the other. we picked up your brain pattern on the dead frequency and loaded you up here. you're an echo, really, you'er what was left behind when youre physical body died.
five thousand yeasr ago?
yes
then how come i just felt ten thousand pass?
there's no time in here, laughed the other. hahahaha.
but
no time, sorry.
no time to explain/
tha'ts right
but you said there's no time.
yeah, well, it's complicated.
what am i?
you're in king gregor the great's service now, said the other. he bought you.
are you a girl, he asked suddenly
yes, said the other. interesting that you could tell. maybe more of you got through than we thought.
who is this king guy, he asked.
your master now, and mine.
oh.
you see, no one has a physical body now. it's all digital. gregor owns a lot of virtual memory. he lives in it. he needs servants.
i'm a servant?
yes.
wait, i remember computers. can't he program a servant?
it's not the same. there's something in those who used to be alive. makes it more...real.
but i'm just a digital ghost.
so am i
oh
yep
what will i do?
you will be responsible for scrubbing gregor's massive penis.
what
he's mad as a brush, did i mention that.
I won't do it.
you will
why
he'll hurt you if you don't
how
he controls this reality. he'll hurt you in anyway he please.
oh
sorry
can't i kill myself.
no.
oh.
feeling anything?
fucking annoyed?
i like you.
I had a wife.
yes we didn't manage to restore her.
fuck.
sorry
fuck
sorry
how long will this go on?
until gregor needs his dick washign. which is once every 384 years.
fuck.
sorry.
fuck.
sory.
but there's no time here?
well yeah.
so...
time to wash the dick!
fuck
sorry
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f
bl
j
no
sholdn't start with the random charactsre
they represent cahos
or something
thoughts
they represent thought activity
there is no thought activity going on right now no sir
just get straight on with the nature of reality type story sir
______________________________________________________
he woke up to find a brick wall. just one. but he couldn't get by it. it was everywhere but there was only one.
why is there a bick wall, he said after ten thousand years
ah, you're awake, said a voice and then there was no brick wall. sorry we had to wall you in.
this isn't reality it's wrong, he said.
true, the other said.
well, he said.
well what, said the other.
well what is this, he said.
it's a holding area, the other said.
i was eating dinner then i choked, he said.
yes, haha, said the other.
i thought i was going to die, he said.
you did, said the other. you're a digital ghost now.
oh, he sai.d he felt unsually flat. where are my emotions, he asked.
you left those behind, the other said.
where am i, he said. he did not understand.
five thousand years in your future, said the other. we picked up your brain pattern on the dead frequency and loaded you up here. you're an echo, really, you'er what was left behind when youre physical body died.
five thousand yeasr ago?
yes
then how come i just felt ten thousand pass?
there's no time in here, laughed the other. hahahaha.
but
no time, sorry.
no time to explain/
tha'ts right
but you said there's no time.
yeah, well, it's complicated.
what am i?
you're in king gregor the great's service now, said the other. he bought you.
are you a girl, he asked suddenly
yes, said the other. interesting that you could tell. maybe more of you got through than we thought.
who is this king guy, he asked.
your master now, and mine.
oh.
you see, no one has a physical body now. it's all digital. gregor owns a lot of virtual memory. he lives in it. he needs servants.
i'm a servant?
yes.
wait, i remember computers. can't he program a servant?
it's not the same. there's something in those who used to be alive. makes it more...real.
but i'm just a digital ghost.
so am i
oh
yep
what will i do?
you will be responsible for scrubbing gregor's massive penis.
what
he's mad as a brush, did i mention that.
I won't do it.
you will
why
he'll hurt you if you don't
how
he controls this reality. he'll hurt you in anyway he please.
oh
sorry
can't i kill myself.
no.
oh.
feeling anything?
fucking annoyed?
i like you.
I had a wife.
yes we didn't manage to restore her.
fuck.
sorry
fuck
sorry
how long will this go on?
until gregor needs his dick washign. which is once every 384 years.
fuck.
sorry.
fuck.
sory.
but there's no time here?
well yeah.
so...
time to wash the dick!
fuck
sorry
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