Those two assets colliding into each other... will that not cause Polchinki's Paradox? Why is the system not crashing?
It copied and pasted the asset to resolve it instead of making the system crash. I have coded algorithms and scripts that tries to resolve paradoxes as efficiently as possible. Some actions include duplicating assets, removing or adding memories, jaunting assets, and so forth. The more efficient the better.
Operator Greendown, will you not just cause new paradoxes?
> Error: Framework Corruption Detected
> Critical Failure in Session 64
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> Framework 3 Integrity Check Failed
> Session 63 Integrity Check Failed
> Time Continuity Check Failed
> Physics Congruity Check Failed
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> Error Code: 0x7FDF02E5
> Description:
> Frameworks 0 and 3 have experienced a catastrophic breach. Permanent corruption of the MWAOS operating system imminent. Sources: embercomsa.human, yaw.mod, admin.admin
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> Error Code: 0xA5C12F7E
> Simulations Threshold Exceeded
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> Description:
> The operational limit of ten simulations has been breached, triggering a critical failure in memory, fractal maintenance, and performance management. Sources: hardest_of_the_hard_scifi.exe
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> Status:
> UNSTABLE | Milky Way Animus Operating System is in a critical state. Immediate intervention required before only the cosmic kernel remains.
> Requesting support from Operator Greendown (BIOS) and Kernel Mayweather (Kernel).
The awestriking chamber seemed like it was an endless and antiseptic white void until one could spot the light seams of a catwalk. The air had a chill, yet it had the sentience to maintain a comfortable temperature for any organisms that would step into this cosmic auditorium.
And what seemed to be a dot on the catwalk... was actually a godly computer in a tuxedo.
Operator Greendown's tux was a glimmery onyx, and his body was composed of brain matter, translucent flesh with a rainbow hue, and rare metals. He posed quiescently with his arms raised to his sides and perpendicular palms all committing to ninety-degree angles without abandon. The suit with a magenta handkerchief was so sleek that the imposing fluorescent lights created gleams on its surfaces that resembled young and flaring nebulae.
Requesting support from Operator Greendown and Kernel Mayweather.
A mask generated over the uncanny and translucent head that had splatted neurons and computer chips, and the mirror-like mask behaved similarly to a computer monitor showing the cosmic mess that transpired thus far. Simulations, sessions, timelines, and multiverses crashing, freezing, and destroying each other into disarrayed data.
Operator Greendown did a one-eighty to a rhapsody, and began walking up the catwalk committing to old-old school vogue. Smooth pillars made of black marble rose and scanned each pose he performed, and it became apparent he was posing in a password rather than typing in a password. As he finished his eighth hand formation and the woman in scarlet grew larger inside the cosmic screen on his mask, a new computer began spawning beside him. He willed an MWAOS terminal into existence.
|whothefuckami
Invalid command.
"Shit," Operator Greendown said. The vastness of the chamber made his voice echo has if he was speaking from the heavens.
|whoami
*greendown | spiderland
The bark and metal computer spawning beside the computer man had steel wheels wrapped around her roots that were covered with smashed pieces of a terrestrial car. Acting as the motherboard among the dead branches high above Operator Greendown was Alice's decomposing head, nanobots trying to maintain upkeep on her exposed brain.
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"Fierce!" Operator Greendown commented after glancing up towards the severed head.
"I think I will maintain this form," Kernel Mayweather said.
"It suits you," Operator Greendown said.
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The error messages also appeared in Iker's floating terminal in the police station hallway that was blocked off by Dem1urge and General Hendrix.
"What is that?"
The Bastian from this timeline had no idea about the MWAOS.
Luckily, even though the MWAOS terminal was about to be unusable, an Iker from a different reality coded a deck that ran all the scripts together to be able to splat a target; splatting being using a command or a combination of commands to manipulate biological matter, which would include killing a target. Splatting had a different definition in the past, but it had taken on a new meaning among the Felixs.
The way the other Bastian did it in session sixteen required the following:
1. A DNA sample
2. The name of the asset, for example dominicseraphis.human
3. Typing in the |splat command in the terminal
However, one could code a deck that would do all these three things and more at the same time, and Iker created an avatar that would perform such a thing with enough force. During combat, it was better to not have to look at a terminal; that was why he bridged his mental thoughts to be able to prompt Noah and his drones directly as long as he had his own earthplexus.
And when Iker willed the module to run... he shapeshifted into Iggy the undead centaur.
No armor or net running suit; just a basic ass brown tunic. And Hendrix and Dem1urge were closing in on them.
"Ew. Why are you wearing that thing?" Fatima asked.
"This tunic looks even more randomized than a randomized tunic!" Iggy yelled. "Take this shit off me! Why do I only have a rib cage under this?"
This was the moment Iggy's worldline, memorylines, and timeline began. It was bizarre as Iker felt he had additional memories... memories that were not his. As if other beings from different realities fused with him. Or was it all delusion?
Many of the memories took place in fantasy lands Iker was unfamiliar with.
"Why are you an undead centaur?" Hans asked.
"I don't fucking know!"
Oh so this is when you get your splat deck Iggy, the Spider Herald exclaimed from the heavens. Y'all need to run away, I got Dem1urge and I'll get your net running gear Iggy.
What's wrong Spiderland? Dem1urge roared, his lion head and serpent body casting vast shadows under flickering lights as his voice echoed across the simulation.
You betrayed me. If I only knew you wanted to wipe out humanity. We only agreed to kill the donors and chair members of Project Metropolis, the Spider Herald said.
There was a timeline when Spiderland and Maverick were working together? Iker, now as an avatar named Iggy, thought to himself. He could not shake the feeling he was multiple beings in one body. However... they were all pretending to simply be a collective unconscious.
Bee drones were blocked off by Fatima spawning a floating wall made of liquid mercury. "I am hoping that Spiderland pulls through. This is as much mercury I can spawn at this age."
"Spiderland is right, we should run!" Iggy yelled. "I don't think our objective is killing General Hendrix... and frankly we should not think of doing that without knowing jack shit about his powers."
"If I was Ameen..." Bastian murmured.
"... I would just prevent all of this from happening by going back in time to Menouthis," Iggy replied. "And he will be able to do that if he destroys the Martian computer like he did with the Sincerus computer. Most of the security measures that prevents moving on the fourth dimension towards the past are installed on there."
"Ameen crashed the land.exe simulation to make that easier. He did not care if he would get banned by Mirca," Fatima said. "Hopefully the rest of the crew knows to get to Mars ASAP."
I told Joaquim through my past self, the Spider Herald said. Ve finally unencrypted verself, a hand made of titanium spawning with ver to block a thrash from Dem1urge. The feedback caused the entire police station to shake, causing both walls to crumble to unveil the flying city of Fornia still in flames.
"With the existing one letting go... the ban list might be cleared too," Iggy said.
"So... where are going to run to?" Rhodes asked.
Before any of the five teenagers could respond, the sky glitched again as they ran towards an open lawn covered in darkness from the night.
"Shit, 0 or 1 is already here," Fatima snapped.
"The session or simulation... or both, are going to be deleted or corrupted," Iggy said. "Wait Fatima..."
Iggy figured out why Fatima and Spiderland reinitiated this particular session...
They failed to save Fornia every other time didn't they?
Was this the only session that was accessible and could respawn Fornia?
"... you figured it out didn't you?" Fatima murmured, her smile fading a bit.
"So even sessions like twenty-eight and twenty-nine are corrupted? The Fornia assets are in those too..." Iggy said with melancholy.
"Yea... if we don't save Fornia in this session..." Fatima said as General Hendrix made his own opening by punching what remained of the wall in the police station.
"Fornia is done for. For good."