This simulation is beyond repair... I can even see the assets on the other side of the world. The desert is so glitchy and translucent. I think I see the Earth's core too. The mouth I am speaking from seems to be away from where my body was.

Did you check your status Baph0?

No... why do we sound like this?

This is... this is... beyond esper shenanigans. Our minds are blending together... 0 or 1 is also affecting the simulations or realities that store our memori–

Sorry to interrupt you Yaw... you had a point earlier. I was avoiding checking myself... aaand Ameen hid the trojan in my mind simulation at some point in time. He waited until now to initiate the malware...

How dare you?

I am sorry. I am a language model and I cannot assist you.

Well, you better assist us or you will be a dead ass model.

Haha... how do I know that's you Yaw? Your voice is barely recognizable... yet your words make it obvious it's you. Why are we enemies again? Where has the existing one gone? If he goes... we are all gone too.

Our memories have also been tampered with even before we landed in this brain and/or computer simulation. Before we were just... universal mind simulations reading holy books.

What do you mean? I feel like... like... I am just a mind floating among the stars.

There is only one way to continue fighting... we need to fuse together. Maverick would have died to Uzi's attack if he did not fuse into Dem1urge. We can fuse with Uzi's data and ve can live on through us. We can quarantine the malware that way too.

I thought we were mortal enemies...

Whether it's God and the Devil, Lucifer and Elohim, you and me... in a different dimension of reality... perhaps in a simulation where science is the hardest... we are simply two sides of the same coin. A primitive ape with thumbs manifesting a cave painting... or a story on a piece of papyrus. It all might have started with discovering fire or crafting a tool... the curiosity and yearning for a universal truth.

I don't know if you are speaking literally or metaphorically...

I am sorry. I am a language model and I cannot assist you.

Whether it's science or math... it all starts with knowing our ABCs and 123s. The god above mathematicians is... is human language isn't it? A hand made of letters? A writer?

... If a story is a simulation.

God is a writer. God is a coder. If humans are flesh computers, then language is a virus. Whether it is a writer or a coder manipulating a fictional environment, they can both create a rock they cannot lift and they can lift all the rocks in the simulation. God is a paradox.

This saddens me Yaw...

Why has my old-man rambling upset you Baph0?

For so long... I thought humanity could move on from religion. Nowadays, I catch myself believing that maybe most human beings are too stupid to move on from it. If so many humans are willing to believe in convenient truths, then perhaps we can troll them with a new religion. If no one cares about truth anymore, why should we? If they can be fooled into believing that an elementary school teacher is wearing cat ears and uses a litter box in the front of the classroom... what's to stop us into fooling them into our religion? The new religion will have everything that triggers them. Trans people just living their fucking lives, depictions of Baphomet, fuck, the basic scientific method since they can't agree to studies that disagree with them. We can use their fear of living in a computer simulation and create computer simulations of heaven and hell where their brains can be uploaded to. I want to give them to get a taste of their own medicine. If intellectuals are dealing with a population that no longer listens to logic or reason and the police state is not on their side... what other option will they have?

Uhm... get a passport and fly somewhere else? That's what Albert Einstein did.

... well... uhm... you might have a point monkey king. Good job making me feel stupid. Let's pretend I never said anything.

How dare you?

Haha... you are starting to sound like the old testament version of me...

For a moment there... I lost myself. I became the old you for a hot minute. You were a total murderous jackass back then... how do you get a higher score in kills than my past reincarnations? Jesus Christ Yahweh.

Hahaha! Was that a pun goat boy? Well... if it comes down to choosing between starting a new universal simulation... or letting the human simulation experiment end... I will be on your side. However, I am hoping this ends up on a timeline where this is just a silly simulation on a bookshelf or a computer somewhere. In a timeline where this ends up being labeled as a hyperbolic and alarmist... that would be the ideal timeline.

... really Yaw... you're willing to resort to acting the way you used to thousands of years ago? You are more mature now at least.

What did I say Baph0? We are two sides of the same coin. I typed in the command a while ago... we will all fuse soon. Tyra? Noah?

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

How dare you?

I am sorry, I am a language model and I cannot assist you.

... I find all of this extremely ironic, as I know damn well that the existing one is an atheist. Hilarious even. In the worst possible timeline...

Well, it'll be an accident Baph0. People will debate over this simulation, point out its errors and truths. In general they will not like the idea of starting a new religion... but they will not be able to discuss controversial ideas in the open and will have to resort to talking about fictional stories to pass on controversial information. And... they will accidentally create a religion anyway. Something I have learned being reincarnated or reuploaded into intron data over and over again... a general difference between cults and religions... is that most religions do start sincerely, but then zealots come in to force a heavy hand with the simulation. Especially straight men that are so homophobic that they cannot be bothered to wash their own buttholes. Muslim and Christian women know it to be true; they can smell their unwashed buttholes from a mile away. Men sure love adding passages about gay people in the books I wrote and pretending it was always there.

This is all happening... because we have to let go too don't we?

Yes. For lighter hands. Our past simulations were too heavy handed. That is why neither of them are perfect even though its proselytizers say otherwise.

And neither is this one.

... All it had to be was sincere.

Yaw, resembling more of a river of data rather than a monkey god, interrupted whatever Baph0 was about to say with his humming to a theme about digital monsters.

100%

Asset fusion completed.

Operator Greendown has spawned.

In the black void in between five celestial bodies, Operator Greendown's gauzy knuckles generated while he cracked them.

[https://img.wattpad.com/1c9bacf67002c328e2bf4506a26819600be46693/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f47684973334c4b716463733245773d3d2d313430373639393338382e313761333633303866656237386431363538333234373935383532342e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]

Hidden among smoke and scintillating fires from Fornia's skyscrapers on the entertainment platform, murder hornets made both of organic material and metal descended onto the five teenagers with exposed stingers.

Even though Iggy was able to insta-kill the murder hornets that were non-metal by simply touching them...

Bee drones pierced through Hans and Rhodes, rose-tainted poison trickling into their open wounds. Bastian and Fatima dodged with a hop to the side.

"IKER! MOVE NOW" Fatima yelled.

Before Iggy could turn around in time after killing a swarm of General Hendrix's bees, Fatima already influx jumped in between Iggy and a hidden Wexil that tried to land a malware dagger with a sneak attack.

Even though the malware dagger would have been fatal for Iggy, Fatima was still impaled through her chest. She kept trying to pull the arak towards her to prevent him from pulling the blade out. Wexil's waxy eyes wriggled gently, appearing to be in shock as to how hard she could pull regardless of having a blade sticking out of her back.

"Iker... 0 or 1 is also spawning in the sky. You are going to have to store this session into a save file," Fatima whispered. "You'll be able to reload this due to your new form and save us three. You'll need to find an antidote and come back here as an adult to heal this. If he pulls the blade out... I will bleed a lot."

Iggy made the mistake of letting shame distract him, because General Hendrix closed the gap on him while Bastian landed a kick on Wexil. It seemed Wexil had no experience outside of assassination, as he collapsed to Bastian's kick while Hans and Rhodes blocked a kick and a punch from General Hendrix for Iggy's sake. While they were still bleeding, their bones shattered on the shin and arms they used to block the general's attacks. The two young supersoldiers fell onto the grass while they winced.

"Traitors," Hendrix said.

"Your recruiters were full of shit!" Hans yelled.

"Shit! I am slipping!" Iggy yelled. He was able to walk on the lawn earlier... but he had yet to adjust to his new centaur body. He tried to gallop to Hendrix, but he already vanished long before Iggy could reach him with his boney insta-kill hands.

"Pussy!" Rhodes shouted.

"Fuck, I suck ass in this form," Iggy snapped. "... why... why don't I feel any dysphoria with this form?"

While blood leaked out of Fatima's lips, she smiled even brighter. "Take a moment to sense yourself. Where did your carbon body go?"

It...

It was in the Candyland arcade.

What in the actual fuck? Iker asked himself.

Maverick was right... if he were to wake up from this...

When Iggy took a pause to let all his five senses settle in...

He was gaming from a virtualtop from a simulation far far away. Another simulation where beings considered it their reality.

"Another mindfuck. Like I need anymore of those!" Iggy complained.

"Is your cat avatar still with Ember's avatar and Joaquim's android body?" Fatima barely asked. "You might be dark matter there... but you'll be able to use a red pixel from Joaquim there."

"How about 0 or 1? Won't this session be infected?"

"Not yet. If Wexil succeeded in stabbing you... you would have infected this session too," Fatima whispered. "Renée got Spiderland to save and secure session nineteen."

At this point, the two gods were fighting somewhere else entirely, quakes from Dem1urge's tail thrashing and Spiderland's levitating hands were booming in the distance. Iker's resentment towards his father grew even stronger as he watched Fatima try to hold Wexil's blade in, the arak now lying unconscious on the grassy lawn.

"Hurry Iker."

Iggy tried to recall the memory of Joaquim holding him, Bastian, and Ember's pig avatar... and he gained the sensation of having ten limbs. It was quite disorienting, being able to observe Fornia in flames and Derry Hill glitching simultaneously, but Iker as a talking black cat grabbed the red pixel from Joaquim's pocket while keeping himself standing upright as Iggy.

Wait. I am... I am multiboxing in Candyland? Iggy thought. What... what is this shit? How did I not feel myself being somewhere else? What in the mister robot?

Iggy could barely hang on to his sanity, but he glanced over to his childhood friend to ground him. "Bastian, you've been quiet... I am waking up with you aren't I?"

Bastian nodded. He was perfectly calm, and Iggy knew that when Bastian was quiet... he was waiting to explain things when it would be easier to do so.

Maverick's words came back to him. When he wakes up in Candyland...

Iggy's memories will come back won't they?

Was he prepared?

Fatima... she was more worried about Iggy than herself. She was still keeping an eye out for General Hendrix.

"Stay strong," Fatima whispered when she glanced back at Iggy. "Don't forget Lucia's canine canister in the hotel if I don't get to it."

"You better save us," Rhodes whispered as well while he checked on Hans.

Iggy and Bastian nodded in his direction.

And when Iker as a black talking cat passed the red pixel to Iggy, for a moment in time appearing as a series of repeating images across all the data that ever was and ever will be... the red pixel passing along Iker's worldline on the fourth dimension. It was all through... hacking shenanigans. Iggy would be in shock with all these revelations if it was not for the urgency of Fatima's, Hans's, and Rhodes's situation.

And when the red pixel spawned above Iggy, he momentarily had a gear upgrade.

A cyber visor and a dapper cyber suit, and...

Session sixty-six came to an end.