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The scene took place on a moon that was every moon. What?

Ideologies, programming languages, songs, oral stories passed from one human computer to another, currencies, scientific theories... the walls between them...

Poof.

They went bye-bye.

It had either enough mass, gravity, or cartoon logic to also make Iker feel as if he could be falling on Earth instead if it was not for the ridiculous cosmic vista that finished loading.

Was this a moon in a galaxy far far away that had the first temple ever?

"I know you can at least talk now," Bastian said to some frozen winged white dude still drifting off somewhere in space. His hair was flaming but frozen. "He can't even say shit. He really thought he was gonna make a comeback."

Indeed, something bizarre was happening as Iker looked over to find Bastian roasting the hatecraft maggots across multiple realities. Yes children, that is why they loved saying _faggot_ because they worship maggots. It wished it had these tentacles.

Folds of tesseracts glimmered for a handful of seconds to highlight a translucent fetus with a holographic skull and a restrained cosmic eye with its color not yet revealed.

The paradox of vis dark design was apparent with two hangry AF suckles on a pink pacifier, a black fitted hat, baby blue onesie, and... a pink water gun?

01001001 01110100 00100111 01110011 00100000 01100001 00100000 01110100 01110010 01100001 01110000, a little quantum spider said to a maggot.

you'll both be gone, the maggot said.

really? how? with hopes and prayers? the spider mocked.

And Spiderland's cute ass shot was as sharp as monowire as the maggot nearly disintegrated. That força was too stronk... the sharpness of a single atom file was not necessary. Ve flipped across a galaxy, dabbed, and as ve carelessly called força... even Spiderland could not keep up vis trolly demeanor. Ve glimpsed momentarily at all the beings that had lifted ver up to this point, some have left vis a long time ago to go to a reality far far away. Was the soccer ball ve was trying to reach Sincerus?

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Admittedly, Spiderland did tear up, but ve was still going to chase that fucking sneaky ass spider. Spiderland knew as a Felix that ve, Byza, and Alka may have been splatted in the new cosmic war, but did not know what it would look like in front of ve. A chase that started since it smelled like teenage spirit. Yes, even the deodorant.

HOLD UP Y'ALL.

As Spiderland carried Monica's mind, which kept changing code to keep her consciousness pristine regardless of which simulation it was in, ve vomited into a nebula, boinged, and vanished with the spider that mocked ver with the guitar licks.

Spiderland was the cumulation of fetus clones that acted like secret memory hard drives, somewhat sentient computer trees like the *Prunus Tantalum*, and the influx veins that all these biological and metal computers manifested across multiple simulations. Artificial intelligences such as Noah also fused with Spiderland.

As spacetime became comprehensible to the narrator session twenty-three again, after another singularity named *0 or 1* had finished travelling across all the data that ever was and all the data that will ever be, different layers of code and terminals kept overlapping until it formed a simulation that resembled a dimly lit lab inside Memoryfeed Incorporated.

Alice Wami stood over a seated patient, flecks of amber shone in her deep mahogany eyes as they reflected the cool blue glow of an earthplexus hologram screen, which also cast an ethereal sheen on her smooth, dark brown complexion. Through quantum magic, the directions these two humans were facing were both manifesting the corporate lab, however behind them the sea of stars, nebulae, and constellations were still dancing on the eternal grid. Alice, almost as if she was aware of the previous sentence, tried to glance behind her quickly, but the lab floor and wall behind her quickly manifested so she could not see the vacuum of space behind the objects.

Alice was in the reality she considered reality, but it was also a simulation in Spiderland.

"How did you get my memories so perfectly?" the older Alzheimer patient asked. Her head was attached to a virtualtop chair as tears rolled down her cheeks.

Alice shook her head at her earlier existential thought. She only recently came back to work after delivering and taking care of Joaquim, which was her child assigned male after doctors did a brain scan and determined an almost one-hundred percent chance that he would identify as a boy. She became a target by the far right that supported Ember Comsa, but she was still going to follow medical advice from scientists and doctors.

"Did you hear what I asked?"

"My apologies, it's only my first week back," Alice said. The stress got her to drift off again in thought without realizing it.

"I get it. I've been reading the news about you and Renée," the patient assured with a chuckle. "They assume that two lesbians would indoctrinate the child, but the surrogate father Dominic is taking care of him and Gabe too isn't he?"

The patient's chuckle gave Alice an opportunity to let out a chuckle as well, and she relaxed her once stiff posture.

"I did not like hearing the news... I mean... statistically speaking... if many gay couples have kids, a pair would just have a trans child eventually," Alice said. "I just... worry about his future you know? He's especially vulnerable as I am the CEO here. We are a wet dream for 1 platoon, even though we never had any influence over who Joaquim would be."