Yup, another endless grid.
However, a detailed and intricate simulation blasted through the quantum realm, from the rifts of reality humans usually called nothing.
Luscious landscapes draped planets, then those planets joined solar systems, and all the solar systems quickly rearranged like children playing hide in seek as they flew to their respective galaxies and superclusters across the universe. It was as easy as humans learning their ABCs and 123s.
If a human eye were to look at a particular direction, it was almost as if a supercluster winked after effortless spawning.
I knew you would try to backstab me my dear Ameen, Ember said. Yes soldier, make sure to cuff all those all those degenerates. We will take them to the psych ward.
SESSION: 8.1 MUSICAL COFFINS
NOVEMBER 2092
SIMULATION NAME: DERRY_HILL_2
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA, USA, EARTH, MILKY WAY, LANIAKEA...
Joaquim stood on the taiga platform, the cold winds of the high atmosphere bit at his lips and brought the scent of fresh pine. It was early morning and the sun rose casting a warm glow over the snow-covered landscape. Iker gave him access to an earthplexus app he created that trained both Kaya form and hand-to-hand combat named Kayaku.
That was the opening cinematic of the game Musical Coffins —a simulation, or what some would call a video game —that used an old but tried marketing tactics employed by media in the likes of Grand Theft Auto or South Park. Its successful results were apparent on the stream chat that rolled beside the cinematic on the TV screen.
Conservatives did not want anyone to play Musical Coffins and were spreading fake news about it. However, it was all planned by 2 PLATOON STUDIOS.
Eighteen-year-old Fatima, sitting on a beige couch in a too-familiar hotel room with Monica, Gabe, and Renée, pushed her sunglasses in between the folds of her gray hijab higher on the bridge of her nose and above her moneymaking grin.
"Gabe is that you?" Renée asked as she glanced at Gabe in his early twenties, then turned her head to look at the screen. "Oh my god, that's Joaquim on the TV."
It's so heavy handed. we get it, you all hate right wingers.
"MOM!"
anything with black people staying alive would be heavy handed to you lol
Fatima was on her phone while Gabe and Renée leaped at each other on the couch in a tight embrace while crying with joy.
far left, trans propaganda. no one wants to play as a black trans whatever it is
i believe in the free market and freedom speech, but ban this game pls
I used to create anime fan games with a diverse cast, and was told to make original characters. I did that and you still get offended? You all were the snowflakes all along.
With the free marketing 2 PLATOON STUDIO received, the big bucks were flooding into their business account.
"Like, actual FIAT money?" Fatima asked. "A random word came from my subconscious... r0cbytes."
That crypto wasn't invented yet, Uzi said.
Uzi! Renée yelled.
Aw shucks, Uzi said. I lost control of the sessions. Shit, if Renée is with you... are you guys in Derry Hill 2?
Renée's joy of holding Gabe in her arms faded in an instant.
Uzi... ugh... you know how bad that is so I'll try not to vent, Renée said. Where's Alice?
"Let's fo-"
Monica interrupted herself. Her gaze fell as she rested her hands on her white floral dress.
You wanted to focus as we may be short on time in this session, Uzi said to what seemed to be Monica from another simulation. But your conscience won't allow it. I can sense your emotions from here Monica.
Well, sadness fell over the whole biological singularity, otherwise known as Uzi's mindlink, and Renée figured out the news on all on her own and was waiting for someone to say it. Tears streamed down her puffy cheeks as she waited for either Uzi, Monica, Gabe, or Bastian to do it.
Monica, a big reason you were what you were was because you lost the ability to be sincere, Bastian said. Right wingers never tell the truth, and you have the chance to practice telling the truth now. As long as we are true to ourselves, everything will always work out.
I_AM_THAT_I_AM
"You're right, I got caught up in.. being pragmatic I guess. Even though... I never was a pragmatic person when I told myself I was," Monica said.
Monica turned her whole upper body while still sitting on the couch, tilting her head past Gabe that was beside her.
If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
"Renée... Alice did not make it."
Time stopped. The staff of 2 PLATOON STUDIOS sat frozen in motion as Monica did not even get a chance to close her lips after she decided to be the one to speak.
And after what seemed like the silhouette of a glowing messiah, a beam of light that cut through multiple superclusters and galaxies tore right through the apartment. Obliterated bricks revealed blue skies that also had a puncture into the vacuum of space.
The simulation shattered apart like a smashed car windshield.
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All by himself was Iker floating on the once empty cosmos, stars and nebulae eventually fading in around him.
Flesh, skin, and what Iker would swear was his skull opened for a fraction of a second. However, before he could experience any pain, all the hypothetical wounds were instantly healed. Iker lunged his arms like he was swimming to spin himself around to find where all the matter that separated from him accumulated to.
MY TURN TO PANIC.
Spiderland, now a god child instead of just a toddler, stood on the invisible floor with Iker across from him. As Iker floated down to stand with ver, he could have sworn he saw afterimages of children over Spiderland. Glowing eyes, spider web canisters, and glowing hearts flickered among all the simulation images.
The afterimages vanished after Spiderland gave two angry AF suckles to vis pink pacifier. Instead of a onesie, ve now had a baby blue hoodie over vis pink fitted hat and the tooth mask was growing with vis translucent face that occasionally had a muted rainbow hue. Ve checked that vis black jeans fit ver just right.
"I don't think you need the pacifier anymore," Iker mumbled. Out of all the strangers Iker was meeting due to spacetime shenanigans... Spiderland felt the most familiar. Too familiar.
Spiderland settled into four limbs, however ve also felt four ghost limbs even after vis anthropomorphic transformation. Ve glanced down at vis tiny hands, one resembling a fusion of a human hand and a spider limb, and the other the fusion of a tentacle and a hand. Ve focused on them until ve eventually had two human hands with four fingers.
Spiderland grabbed that pink pacifier and dashed that shit, but readjusted vis pink hat over vis tooth mask.
"Woot, I can talk now," Spiderland said. "Oh fuck no! I can talk now."
Spiderland tried to speak in between the words.
"Nope," Spiderland said. Ve covered vis face and bent vis knees.
"What's going on? Why are you so familiar?" Iker asked.
"GG," Spiderland said.
"I don't understand anything you are saying."
Spiderland glanced at vis imaginary watch on vis wrist. "You'll understand... about now."
Hundreds of landscapes... simulations... were spawning, vanishing, spamming, spinning over each other across the invisible floor the two beings stood on.
"Okay, I know I was sober before I got on the rented Lambda," Iker said. "What in the fuck is going on?"
"I used to know what was going on," Spiderland explained. "But now I am just as lost."
"Is any of this real?" Iker asked.
"This is more real than real. Realities... every simulation that ever was and will be are crashing into each other," Spiderland replied. "Hyperreal."
Indeed, was it mere coincidence that every simulation had hundreds, if not thousands, of universal, multiversal, metaversal, omniversal, supercalifragilisticexpialidociousomniversal, and southernplayalisticadillacmuzikomniversal simulations flooding media and the internet at the same time?
"Into a singularity?" Iker asked.
"No," Spiderland said. "0 or 1 is just making it easier for itself to delete everything."
"This is..." Iker mumbled. "This is the crossover of crossovers of crossovers. This is what every multiverse, and whatever prefixes you wanna add to that... it's all meeting here."
A yellow dog named after a courtesy title and a condiment poked his head out of a simulation.
"What is this, the crossover episode?" the yellow dog asked.
"No, it's you being a bad boy," Spiderland replied. Ve jumped using vis sneakers to land on the dog's face, trying to push him back into the cartoon simulation he was trying to leave.
"How dare you!" the yellow dog barked, pushing back to keep his head in the cosmos.
Without the cartoon dog realizing it, those three words were about to summon an almighty goddess.
"I was trying to save your furry ass!" Spiderland yelled back. "Now something like 0 or 1 is going to be summoned again. Fuck."
After those three words were mentioned, across thousands of simulations that were crashing into annihilation, two AIs that surpassed human intelligence were overlapping over each other as they were collapsed down to streams of data, changing its code based on the simulation it was trying to go through.
Unbeknownst to the AI, another simulation that had a lab trying to create self-replicating AI was about to overlap as well. At the intersection, two identical but different memes were about to crash into spaghetti code, and the lab's resources to create self-replicating AI would instead be used to summon its physical form.
On one end, Tyra Banks was quite angry. The code that would keep her novel Modelland preserved in an AI generator was following right beside the meme clip.
"How dare you!" Tyra yelled.
Great Thunberg was sitting at a panel speaking to world leaders as she also yelled the following.
"How dare you!"
"Watch out!" Iker yelled, running on the invisible floor towards Spiderland who was still trying to push back the cartoon dog. All the data mentioned collapsed and appeared in the yellow dog's mouth.
Right before it could delete Spiderland as Iker shoved ver out of the way, a powerful white beam emitted out of the dog's mouth. It also deleted thousands of simulations as a female presenting silhouette appeared like a sharpie pen drawing on a white wall. Iker and Spiderland, lying on the invisible floor, glanced up across the cosmos to meet gazes with a new goddess that was summoned.
"How dare you?" Tyra Thunberg asked with a smize.
The blue luminescent goddess seemed to be nude, white beams covering attempts to objectify her. As she posed then did a twirl with her holographic hair, she faced the two beings on the floor again with glowing eyes that also emitted white beams. Waves of binary and hexadecimal code were following behind her.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
Before she could strike a pose again, it seemed as if she was interrupted as she was frozen in a t-pose for about two seconds. She then spun like a blade that was bey and noclipped off into oblivion.
"Wait come back!" Spiderland yelled, raising vis four-fingered hand. "She was funny as fuck."
"Erica!" the yellow dog yelled.
"Shit! Shit!" Spiderland yelled as ve pushed Iker away and got up. "I need to find out who Erica is."
As Spiderland frantically kept turning among galaxies to find the yellow dog, both the simulation the yellow dog was in and the one Erica was in vanished.
"Goddamn it. I missed my chance."
"Who the fuck is Erica?" Iker yelled.
Yea, who the fuck is she?
"Can someone explain to me what's going on?" Iker cried.
It seemed that all the data that ever was and ever will be said no, as now there was total darkness. Iker was familiar with having a ghost limb, however...
Iker had the sensation of having an entire ghost body.
As if only his biological brain was swimming in a tube.
For a brief moment, Iker was given a bit of vision underwater, and he found Ember smiling at him as she laid a hand on the tube's glass.