Killed 10 Boars Posts: 15 Joined: 16 Sep 2003 | ATTENTION: THE POLL QUESTION IS
"If you were a galaxy, what kind of force would you exert on your constituents?"
Beyond Qalabar, beyond the letters of fire on top of the Quentulus Quazgar Mountains, and far away from Prelimtara is a small Sho village named Nanto, the town which I found after entering a strange swirling blue tunnel which displayed itself shortly after I came into being. I was a mage, specialized in life magic--which was the thing to be those days, although hardly anyone knew it. I had attained this knowledge mostly through extrapolating, generalizing, and modelling the world as I understood it through the eyes of Shani, a discarded avatar with whom I had wandered the Hills of Mayoi, the city where I found a man with a bow and a gold Katubon topping his head, casting a shadow over his darker features. This man called himself Virtuoso. His countenance struck me with a type of red awe so typical to the Alluvians. At the time of our first encounter I could not have known that I would follow him in other worlds, and that he would find me and save me from vain aspirations, and train and enable me to impose my will upon regimes, adversaries, monarchs, and even whole civilizations. But nevertheless, I found myself begging the permission of this man to swear allegiance to him, and to discover his aims and learn from him.
Although making contact with Virtuoso was probably the most deeply impacting experience that I lived through the eyes of Shani, there were others worth mentioning. I made it out to Glendon Woods, where a blacksmith sold me an enchanted flaming nekode, which lent a certain swiftness to my arms, almost as if the weapon itself animated me to strike more deliberately and quickly. Although for all my protean intentions, I knew very little about how to construct an appropriate self-understanding. It was alienation from my familiar self--a desire to escape an unmanageably complicated existential state--that brought me to this dimension. Striking with the blades of that flaming nekode instead of an old blunt cestus or my raw knuckles helped to align my self-perception as that of an assasin rather than a general warrior, and I adopted those initial airs which I wore when informing Virtuoso that I wanted my every gesture to be deliberate and methodical.
By the time we transitioned worlds, Virtuoso had learned to identify me by the affectations that I donned (for you know, an essential tenet of neuro-linguistic programming is that "you cannot not communicate") and I had learned to recognize him by his countenance and mannerisms. Thus, when I was no longer going by Shani, but instead Mythrandia, and when he was going by several names, ultimately Amon Ra, we continued to have encounters with each other.
The first chapters of Mythrandia's life would not be correctly chronicled if they did not carefully examine the close relationship between Myth and Ra, because He (Ra) was her Shalafi even as Aristotle was Alexander's. A Shalafi is a mentor, a teacher, and ultimately a companion. Ra's dignity was the force that spawned that red awe to which I alluded earlier. It is true, as Spinoza says, that a man's power resides in his dignity; for in a virtual world where each individual is cloaked in layers of abstraction and personal anonymity, dignity is among those projections of a character which is both cognizable and of such a nature so as to inspire others to yield the way. It is often hard to create an adequate caricature of one whose dignity is sufficiently developed; even as I cannot recreate for you the magics contained in one of Kurt Vonnegut's best characters, or explicitly articulate the salient aspects of the metaphysical system which prompted Douglas Adams to reveal through Prak that Amon Ra's ultimate message to humankind is engraved in the side of thirty-foot-high flaming statues atop Mount Improbable amongst the Quentulus Quazgar Mountains which, when viewed from afar, appear to constitute some sort of arrangement of Proto-Indo-European symbols, but which, when viewed from closeby, contain the scrawlings of an Etheral ambassador to Ramses II, depicting the exact methodologies for communicating with mutons via psionics, and also instructions and a timetable for how to exit the prisoner's dilemma via reorganization of the economic principles guiding one's thoughts and intentions. There are other configurations of hieroglyphs, such as specifications for a MMORPG named Magarethra: Survival and Prosperity, a MMORPG which is supported by an Academy owned network of satellites, providing an up-to-date information system to respond to queries concerning the state of variables to which the system is attuned. Players evidently are initially challenged to use "WorldBuilder" to create an "isometric map" of their desired habitat, which translates their creations into fractals based upon "hypercomplex numbers," such as "octonions" and "quaternions." Much of these texts appears to be missing, as Amon Ra alludes to codes embedded into sequences of base pairs occurring in "tocharian mummies" in some instances, and in other cases the "code referred to is currently replicating itself along the banks of the Amazon" (quotations are not mine, but should be imputed to the "committee to return Ishtar's clothes to her," (CRICH) which I thought was a gag organized by the Chief of Committees of the UCLA Chapter of the Church of Spiritual Humanism, who remains himself cloaked behind a layer of abstraction, but is rumored to be either Kevin Lipa, Brent Vine, or Regius Chronitis himself). Anyways, CRICH has persisted for millions of generations now, and according to Ra, has placed itself into an "adaptive conflict" which "limits its ancestral function" because the intergalactic council has not previously activated its pre-existing methods for "sensing the difference" between the patterns associated with the CRICH and CRICK phenotypes. Evidently CRICK expressions caused the intergalactic council to dispatch waves of antagonists to the planet, which immediately dispatched any species displaying a certain pattern of CRICK-programmed xenophobic tendencies. These dispatchings were occasionally slow and tortured, and it is rumored atrocities worse than those perpetrated by His Eternal Splendor's agents in Daralet occurred on a routine basis, and were deliberately caused so as to send those genetically related to the victims into a kemeroi-induced trance, in which knowledge that gave rise to blind rage infested the minds of those vulnerable to expression of the CRICK alleles. Evidently, the real ruler of the Universe, nurtured and encouraged all these years by a network of cats which was watching over him, briefly came into touch with his own power for a moment, and issued an edict to the Intergalactic council ordering those expressing the CRICH to be distinguished from those expressing the CRICK alleles, and as a result it is now safe for mammals on earth have begun communicating directly with one another in a manner even more subtle than the methods of whispering alluded to in Aerfalle's letter to Rytheran. Evidently it isn't too difficult to talk to the network of cats, since they own all the bases anyway in the post-AYBABTU era. Anyways, getting back to the effects of World-Builder, there are always layers of complexity to depict, since depending upon the viewpoint and the degree of surplus processing, the load-balancing algorithms resident in the informational networks that support the high-level appearance-generation algorithms which allow you to look at a section of the model from a particular viewpoint, and see whatever it is that the information-carrier sees (I like to use insects, especially bees. Just tell the system to find me a nearby bee, then navigate the bee to some aspect of the landscape, and use the bee to gather a piece of whatever it is that I'm working on, pickup a copy of the data that specifies it, carry it to a local de-sequencer and broadcast it to one of the local nodes that I connect to, and have a variety of k-walks strewn out on my workspace to create snapshots of a time-series that tracks the organism's development in the community postulated by the whole-sort-of-general-mishmash tracker. I play with the fractals, and modify the expression to add more red to the flower's petals or whatever, or mayhaps coat the stem with some calcifying agents to give it protection from predators, then stick it into a pond I'm working on the other side of the project. We're creating an isometric map of the earth and calling it "Magarethra," which is the enviroment in which we intend to launch "Earth: Survival and Prosperity"
Another jot of text from the flaming statues contains excerpts from a dialog between Addired the theoretician and Ra.
Addired: Do you think Revelations is an extrapolation of, or a reaction to the book of Job?
Ra: In what way?
Addired: Job depicts dark tragedy, the story of Job would be a noir film.
Ra: Let's write it
Addired: Okay.
Title: Job
Concept: A man loses his wife, his children, his home, his farm, his casinos, his banks, and his international spy networks turn against him, looting all of his stuff. Afterwards, he is compelled to accept the fact that all his losses were deliberately caused by by his best friend, the agent who he trusted the most. Ultimately, they shake hands and acknowledge that nothing had ever gone out of control, and that neither party was in the wrong, or culpable of engaging in unwarranted conduct. They strike a fair deal, and immediately Job is given title to the entire world, as his friend assembles a friendly artificial intelligence cloud named Hactar, and immediately departs for (the rest of the code is manifested as a pointer to the 34th chromosome of a fern (asplenium naturalis?) that "is currently replicating itself along the banks of the Amazon" and "needs to be parsed through the interpreter by routing it through the markov chain organized in the lattices upon which the preserved basilar membrane of Nuhmudira, a a member of a Tocharian order that characterizes itself as the "duuk tsarith." ... |
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ATTENTION: THE POLL QUESTION IS
"If you were a galaxy, what kind of force would you exert on your constituents?"
Beyond Qalabar, beyond the letters of fire on top of the Quentulus Quazgar Mountains, and far away from Prelimtara is a small Sho village named Nanto, the town which I found after entering a strange swirling blue tunnel which displayed itself shortly after I came into being. I was a mage, specialized in life magic--which was the thing to be those days, although hardly anyone knew it. I had attained this knowledge mostly through extrapolating, generalizing, and modelling the world as I understood it through the eyes of Shani, a discarded avatar with whom I had wandered the Hills of Mayoi, the city where I found a man with a bow and a gold Katubon topping his head, casting a shadow over his darker features. This man called himself Virtuoso. His countenance struck me with a type of red awe so typical to the Alluvians. At the time of our first encounter I could not have known that I would follow him in other worlds, and that he would find me and save me from vain aspirations, and train and enable me to impose my will upon regimes, adversaries, monarchs, and even whole civilizations. But nevertheless, I found myself begging the permission of this man to swear allegiance to him, and to discover his aims and learn from him.
Although making contact with Virtuoso was probably the most deeply impacting experience that I lived through the eyes of Shani, there were others worth mentioning. I made it out to Glendon Woods, where a blacksmith sold me an enchanted flaming nekode, which lent a certain swiftness to my arms, almost as if the weapon itself animated me to strike more deliberately and quickly. Although for all my protean intentions, I knew very little about how to construct an appropriate self-understanding. It was alienation from my familiar self--a desire to escape an unmanageably complicated existential state--that brought me to this dimension. Striking with the blades of that flaming nekode instead of an old blunt cestus or my raw knuckles helped to align my self-perception as that of an assasin rather than a general warrior, and I adopted those initial airs which I wore when informing Virtuoso that I wanted my every gesture to be deliberate and methodical.
By the time we transitioned worlds, Virtuoso had learned to identify me by the affectations that I donned (for you know, an essential tenet of neuro-linguistic programming is that "you cannot not communicate") and I had learned to recognize him by his countenance and mannerisms. Thus, when I was no longer going by Shani, but instead Mythrandia, and when he was going by several names, ultimately Amon Ra, we continued to have encounters with each other.
The first chapters of Mythrandia's life would not be correctly chronicled if they did not carefully examine the close relationship between Myth and Ra, because He (Ra) was her Shalafi even as Aristotle was Alexander's. A Shalafi is a mentor, a teacher, and ultimately a companion. Ra's dignity was the force that spawned that red awe to which I alluded earlier. It is true, as Spinoza says, that a man's power resides in his dignity; for in a virtual world where each individual is cloaked in layers of abstraction and personal anonymity, dignity is among those projections of a character which is both cognizable and of such a nature so as to inspire others to yield the way. It is often hard to create an adequate caricature of one whose dignity is sufficiently developed; even as I cannot recreate for you the magics contained in one of Kurt Vonnegut's best characters, or explicitly articulate the salient aspects of the metaphysical system which prompted Douglas Adams to reveal through Prak that Amon Ra's ultimate message to humankind is engraved in the side of thirty-foot-high flaming statues atop Mount Improbable amongst the Quentulus Quazgar Mountains which, when viewed from afar, appear to constitute some sort of arrangement of Proto-Indo-European symbols, but which, when viewed from closeby, contain the scrawlings of an Etheral ambassador to Ramses II, depicting the exact methodologies for communicating with mutons via psionics, and also instructions and a timetable for how to exit the prisoner's dilemma via reorganization of the economic principles guiding one's thoughts and intentions. There are other configurations of hieroglyphs, such as specifications for a MMORPG named Magarethra: Survival and Prosperity, a MMORPG which is supported by an Academy owned network of satellites, providing an up-to-date information system to respond to queries concerning the state of variables to which the system is attuned. Players evidently are initially challenged to use "WorldBuilder" to create an "isometric map" of their desired habitat, which translates their creations into fractals based upon "hypercomplex numbers," such as "octonions" and "quaternions." Much of these texts appears to be missing, as Amon Ra alludes to codes embedded into sequences of base pairs occurring in "tocharian mummies" in some instances, and in other cases the "code referred to is currently replicating itself along the banks of the Amazon" (quotations are not mine, but should be imputed to the "committee to return Ishtar's clothes to her," (CRICH) which I thought was a gag organized by the Chief of Committees of the UCLA Chapter of the Church of Spiritual Humanism, who remains himself cloaked behind a layer of abstraction, but is rumored to be either Kevin Lipa, Brent Vine, or Regius Chronitis himself). Anyways, CRICH has persisted for millions of generations now, and according to Ra, has placed itself into an "adaptive conflict" which "limits its ancestral function" because the intergalactic council has not previously activated its pre-existing methods for "sensing the difference" between the patterns associated with the CRICH and CRICK phenotypes. Evidently CRICK expressions caused the intergalactic council to dispatch waves of antagonists to the planet, which immediately dispatched any species displaying a certain pattern of CRICK-programmed xenophobic tendencies. These dispatchings were occasionally slow and tortured, and it is rumored atrocities worse than those perpetrated by His Eternal Splendor's agents in Daralet occurred on a routine basis, and were deliberately caused so as to send those genetically related to the victims into a kemeroi-induced trance, in which knowledge that gave rise to blind rage infested the minds of those vulnerable to expression of the CRICK alleles. Evidently, the real ruler of the Universe, nurtured and encouraged all these years by a network of cats which was watching over him, briefly came into touch with his own power for a moment, and issued an edict to the Intergalactic council ordering those expressing the CRICH to be distinguished from those expressing the CRICK alleles, and as a result it is now safe for mammals on earth have begun communicating directly with one another in a manner even more subtle than the methods of whispering alluded to in Aerfalle's letter to Rytheran. Evidently it isn't too difficult to talk to the network of cats, since they own all the bases anyway in the post-AYBABTU era. Anyways, getting back to the effects of World-Builder, there are always layers of complexity to depict, since depending upon the viewpoint and the degree of surplus processing, the load-balancing algorithms resident in the informational networks that support the high-level appearance-generation algorithms which allow you to look at a section of the model from a particular viewpoint, and see whatever it is that the information-carrier sees (I like to use insects, especially bees. Just tell the system to find me a nearby bee, then navigate the bee to some aspect of the landscape, and use the bee to gather a piece of whatever it is that I'm working on, pickup a copy of the data that specifies it, carry it to a local de-sequencer and broadcast it to one of the local nodes that I connect to, and have a variety of k-walks strewn out on my workspace to create snapshots of a time-series that tracks the organism's development in the community postulated by the whole-sort-of-general-mishmash tracker. I play with the fractals, and modify the expression to add more red to the flower's petals or whatever, or mayhaps coat the stem with some calcifying agents to give it protection from predators, then stick it into a pond I'm working on the other side of the project. We're creating an isometric map of the earth and calling it "Magarethra," which is the enviroment in which we intend to launch "Earth: Survival and Prosperity"
Another jot of text from the flaming statues contains excerpts from a dialog between Addired the theoretician and Ra.
Addired: Do you think Revelations is an extrapolation of, or a reaction to the book of Job?
Ra: In what way?
Addired: Job depicts dark tragedy, the story of Job would be a noir film.
Ra: Let's write it
Addired: Okay.
Title: Job
Concept: A man loses his wife, his children, his home, his farm, his casinos, his banks, and his international spy networks turn against him, looting all of his stuff. Afterwards, he is compelled to accept the fact that all his losses were deliberately caused by by his best friend, the agent who he trusted the most. Ultimately, they shake hands and acknowledge that nothing had ever gone out of control, and that neither party was in the wrong, or culpable of engaging in unwarranted conduct. They strike a fair deal, and immediately Job is given title to the entire world, as his friend assembles a friendly artificial intelligence cloud named Hactar, and immediately departs for (the rest of the code is manifested as a pointer to the 34th chromosome of a fern (asplenium naturalis?) that "is currently replicating itself along the banks of the Amazon" and "needs to be parsed through the interpreter by routing it through the markov chain organized in the lattices upon which the preserved basilar membrane of Nuhmudira, a a member of a Tocharian order that characterizes itself as the "duuk tsarith." ...