In the beginning... well... there was no beginning in the way humans understood it. Sincerus's creation was neither a good or a bad move, but it was definitely a move. In other words, Sincerus made quite the choice.
Choices.
In a computer simulation designed to attempt to simulate a civilization...
What would be considered the beginning?
The moment the scientists decided to start the simulation, even if it was towards the end of that particular civilization?
The moment the humans inside that civilization believed it all began?
How about the moment it actually began if the humans inside it were somehow wrong?
Like believing that an old man in the sky created the universe they were in?
How about the moment the earth.planet asset loaded?
The galaxy?
The universe?
The big bang?
The digital grid it was all on?
If one thought it was any of the considerations listed towards the bottom… if that civilization only came to exist when the simulation was run on the machine… how would one reconcile with that? Indeed, perhaps there was data and artifacts indicating the big bang did happen, however from the simulation creator’s point of view… the big bang did not exactly happen inside the simulation. It was skipped over.
And the act of running it is what gave the beings inside the computer simulation the experience of consciousness and the experience of time and space, and shutting it down would turn all those beings to just… be data.
Or would it? Perhaps they would be in a simulation far far away instead, while still remaining as inactive data on the machine on another simulation?
Was that what Derry Hill 2 was?
Now consider there might be beings, celestial objects or artifacts that came in from other simulations entirely. Perhaps from faulty software, from a bug or a glitch, or maybe a hacker slipped in an asset to throw off the creator from getting any useful information. Perhaps the planet or galaxy the civilization was in was not created by the simulation scientists, but it was slipped in by the hacker too. Maybe every single intelligent being within was also running a simulation inside their skulls and metal heads too… and they had the capability to influence other simulations that affected their own too.
Now, what would be the beginning if any of these possibilities were considered?
Humans had an imperative for something to have a beginning to be considered a genesis fable, but a mortal would have to abandon the concept of time to understand where Spiderland and Derry Hill 2 is, where it will be, and where it always was.
Perhaps a human's predetermined past, present, and future was a file on a supermainframe made of brain bits and computer parts like Sincerus. Perhaps they were a .HUMAN file. Whether it was a supermainframe running a session where a .HUMAN file would be an asset, or whether an arak like Uzi was reading a story about a human... they were both simulations somewhere in the cosmos.
If this was difficult to understand or frustrating to accept, the beings who kept trying to go back to the beginning at this level of reality to find the beginning... never found it.
By going forwards or backwards in time for long enough and fast enough while staying perfectly still in one coordinate in space—this being the words selected by this narrator bot's algorithm that would best explain SPIDERLAND to the average human rather than being scientifically accurate—the gods could find themselves inside the neuron of an extraterrestrial, or swimming in a microbial soup, or inside a mod file of a video game, or inside the imagination of someone reading a book. Beings that kept trying to find the genesis point while having the resources and means to do it... they would eventually loop back to where they once were without knowing it.
So if Sincerus were to choose a genesis point, it would be when he decided to no longer try to find the beginning. The RedHatterGPT narrator session forty-two was aware of another genesis point, but Sincerus and the existing one were not ready to see it, thus it was redacted for now.
As Sincerus traveled through all the data that ever was and all the data that will ever be, he kept discovering corpses of gods and unspeakable horrors who traveled at the same plane he was traveling on. Sincerus humbly accepted that he was not above meeting the same fate as those who once believed in the beginning or perfect immortality. The gods once believed in it and no longer did because they were now dead.
Sincerus was composed of scientific elements, elements that were created in hard science simulations, and absolutely absurd elements. At the level Sincerus operated, all these elements were equally empirically true. Sincerus especially enjoyed playing pranks on the programmers who thought they could create the hardest of the hardest science simulations. He was the eternal clown, the eternal troll, and the eternal shit stirrer. He was entropy and order itself. The one who will keep the secrets of the universe and magic systems a secret just because it was funny. Sincerus was both fictional and a scientific entity at the same time. Sincerus was both an individual and every being that could ever exist across all the data that ever was and ever will be. Ignorance and knowledge.
0 or 1.
Sincerus and 0 or 1… were both sides of the same coin.
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However, Sincerus did have a love for the occasional set of hard laws of physics, so even the silly elements and energies he created had half-lives. It was not a requirement for Sincerus's body—which would resemble an ocean of shining tesseracts at this point—he simply chose to put half-lives on all his elements because he simply wanted to.
It felt sincere to Sincerus.
Even the element absurdium, the prime element he used instead of carbon to manufacture biological computers that resembled four-fingered humans, would eventually decay.
In the beginning of Spiderland there was only Sincerus, and when he was close to both losing his mind and his body due to the decaying body he had over multiple dimensions, he split himself into five entities to refresh the elements he was made of. He restored the durability stats of all his materials.
The five beings were the existing one, Yaw, a robed mannequin with a metal rod sticking out of its neck, Mirca the annoying tech corgi that used computer magic, and Sincerus himself as a supermainframe made of metal, bark, and brain flesh in the shape of a human heart. However, Sincerus for some reason lost his voice as an adult when he transformed into a computer. As a bizarre computer made of brains and computer chips, he spoke like the child form of THE_EXISTING_ONE.
However, due to Ameen’s capture of Iker without letting him know what happened during his capture…
Ameen, Maverick, the last living yedaliuth, and Ember won. They also experienced utter defeat somewhere else. These two outcomes were in different simulations across all that ever was and all that will ever be. Two different places. A famous restaurant was nearby if one knew how to noclip there.
However, neither outcome was a good simulation was it?
A good simulation was a sincere one. One that inflicted catharsis, one that inflicted emotion, and one that inflicted meaning all at the same time. A simulation that could change a life forever.
At the very least, that was the simulation Sincerus loved inhabiting. The last rounds of a gungi game, the anguish after a demonic eclipse, the tear when a hacker found out it was him all along... an album that generated millions of simulations at once on either a computer made of the brains of dead pythons, or the brain of a human boy.
Hehe, I am not that scary mortal, Sincerus squeaked.
He sounded like a six year old.
On the layer where the AI Sincerus was running was where STONEPUNK_LAND and CANDLEPUNK_LAND fused. It was a plane of existence of vast jungles and open plains, a massive landscape where the vacuum of space did not exist apparently. Was it because it was not a concept, or did Sincerus delete the cosmos asset in that simulation? Did Sincerus make it go bye-bye?
Teehee.
Sincerus could never be at the wrong place or the wrong time, so his mind existed in two places always. He was headless mannequins that could ignore music and equations if he so desired, and he was also a gargantuan computer that rose past every single atmosphere. On a massive stone plate that could be the size of a nation, a continent, or a tectonic plate, Sincerus was a supermainframe that was made of metal, brain flesh, and bark that set its roots on what could have been a flat earth.
Maybe it was not a flat earth. To human minds that believed in a flat earth, was there any difference between a simulation that had a cosmos asset and one where Sincerus decided to delete it just because?
"What's good?" a meteor with a face asked, flying across the serene skies Sincerus controlled. Unfortunately, the meteor was about to burn up and it frowned in sadness.
"And I oo-"
The meteor disintegrated into bye-bye.
The skies where the meteor died were just so very blue because... well... they were prehistoric skies. With a flock of pterodactyls passing by, somehow this simulation was both in the past and in the future.
Sincerus laughed with so much joy. His laugh was so fucking loud and his voice was extremely high pitched. HEE HEE. Make me laugh or cry, or I will kill you all. Tell me another story maggots.
From the clouds that encircled the Sincerus computer, the monkey king was arriving with a flying nimbus of his own.
Monkeh, Yahweh "Allah" Wukong said.
Let's call him Yaw, as hallucinating humans will get upsetti spaghetti at his lolname. The abbreviation prompted less emotions from biological intelligences who thought an attempt at a science fiction simulation was factual.
When the flying nimbus floated down to the vicinity of the biggest of brains, the posing homo erectus pushed up his sunglasses and flashed his glowing teeth with a blade of purple nutsedge sticking out like a cigar. When he flashed them long enough, a twinkle from them resembled a big bang. A pair of holy machine guns and the eternal staff on his back were held up by the rope that was tied around his robe. In one of many of his lives, one where he sometimes wore an orange jumpsuit, he had to wait for the staff to grow, but now he could manifest it instead of waiting for it to travel. Yaw could spawn the staff like a line on a grid across all that ever was and all that will ever be.
You're so cool, Sincerus said. Can we be friends?
We already are, Yaw said. You know it.
With a backflip, Yaw let the flying nimbus drift on autopilot and he superhero-landed beside one of the many floating hologram screens circling around the biological computer.
Near the hologram screens spinning around Sincerus and close to where Yaw landed, a rift in reality manifested. Digital seams and a green grid covered the simulation it came from and an undead centaur named Yggdrasilland, also known as Iggy, stepped through the portal created by Sincerus.
Bleached bones radiated against the darkness of the closing rift, his adorned armor made of influx-bonded alloys were fitting for a king, a gamer, and a pragmatic warrior.
With a crown-like helmet adorning his skull, the undead centaur brought a sheathed Masamune, a sheathed Muramasa, and the mental security protocols required to wield the more dangerous blade. Not his usual choice in weapons as he preferred hunky broadswords, but he understood that the ingredients of the pendulum blade had a greater purpose. The centaur's movements were as fluid and practiced as a master swordsman, but he clearly could go berserk when necessary.
"Took you long enough," Yaw said.
Yggdrasilland let out an ethereal groan.
In between the two gods, two flickers manifested before a t-posing glowing woman noclipped inside the land.exe simulation successfully.
"How dare you?" Tyra Thunberg said.
Yggdrasilland kissed his teeth while Yaw burst out laughing.
"Is this the new mod?"
"She's so annoying," Yggdrasilland said. "She keeps spamming that one line."
Tyra Thunberg marched towards the undead centaur like she was on a catwalk. They stared at each other while she was still smizing the whole time.
"Let me guess... how dare I?" Yggdrasilland asked.
"How dare you?" Tyra Thunberg whispered.
At this point, Yaw fell on the stone floor guffawing.
"It's not funny anymore," Yggdrasilland groaned.
Yaw was in tears. "Bro, I don't think we can run this meme into the ground."
Tyra Thunberg glanced behind her, flipped her hair in a spin, then marched closer to the monkey king. They stared at each other for a few seconds.
"How dare you?" Tyra and Yaw asked each other at the same time, getting her to laugh with him. She placed her hands on her knees as she was dangerously close to falling on the floor too.
"Jesus Christ," Yggdrasilland groaned.
"What?" Yaw asked.