Araks from Brennisteinn that solved the three-body problem engineered a cosmic train that stretched throughout all of that ever was and all that will ever be, using the mysterious force in between planet-sized cars to propel forward.
This train could take a mortal to any simulation if they could observe dark matter, and if they did not get lost in the vehicle that stretched for infinity. One must be careful to also not get off at the planet made of dark matter where the train would continue spawning... because the artificial and biological intelligence named COPYRIGHT_LAND was way too easy to trigger. If anyone or anything were to be called a social justice warrior... it was the robot COPYRIGHT_LAND. Even the computer virus 0 or 1 got bored triggering it.
"Behold Sancho!" Don Quixote said atop one of the giant ass cars. Influx protected him from the vacuum of space and helped him noclip away from the energy beam cast by COPYRIGHT_LAND that danced on the planet named Solara. "This sorcery protects me from this bitchy and greedy knight that runs on constitution and mathematics!"
The energy that could be siphoned from the forces in between the cars... it was called influx.
The Apeirosrail's meals and roomettes were so sumptuous that many gods never left the train that stretched for infinity. The roomette Joaquim woke up in had velvety cushions framed in golden brims with the redolence of perfumes and colognes from travelers. Joaquim still had his grid-like Ember Tree army uniform on, and he ran to the automatic doors as he realized this cosmic train would be a madness inflicting labyrinth if one were to have no guide at all. Red seats that stretched out as far as he could see in both directions.
What in the actual fuck? Joaquim asked.
Good m- .... oh right. Time is as meaningless as the word woke now, Iker replied with a chuckle. You'll never get old, tired, or hungry here. You only eat when you want to.
What? Joaquim said. Then I'm staying. Fuck dealing with penny wise or whatever the virus's name was.
This is going to get deleted too if we don't stop 0 or 1, Iker said. We can save this train as well if we get to Derry Hill.
Joaquim hesitated as he found a little girl wearing a sweater with a green stripe who was beside a masked phantasm, then sighed. Never mind.
Once upon a time this spellbinding train began as a handful of rackety and humble cars that pierced snowstorms, and perhaps one of the cars migrated from a restaurant at the end of everything.
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However, now with millenniums of additional additions to the train, it grew past sprawling lands, steampunk simulations that had even more water than Earth itself, and vast nebulae. It was fabled to even take trips in the afterlife, but if the train were to go through a simulation where it took all the human data that ever was and ever will be to create phantasms out of them, would that be discernable from a magical afterlife?
You need to get off the next stop, Iker said. It won't be Derry Hill, but once you step out, you'll get jaunted there.
Glitches sprinkled across the filled spacetime seats from those who went in-between the good place and the bad place, and from a boy that was both a bot and was forced to pilot a bot by humans who imposed their wills.
The girl near them was so solemn... she could have been holding up the weight of a simulation on her shoulders, and it compelled Joaquim to say something.
"Stay strong okay?" Joaquim said. Perhaps he felt compelled... because they were in the same boat were they not? Or perhaps better said on the same train?
As if she could hear him, she glanced up past his eyes, but then turned her head back to observe all the oceans that ever was and and all the oceans that will ever be. She did crack a faint but brief smile.
Next stop: Derry Hill 2, the eternal speakers said. Don't forget your red squares noobs.
Grab as many as you can, Iker said. Like the last mayo packs before you had to start buying 'em.'
I don't like mayo, Joaquim said.
Uhm... sriracha?
Joaquim grabbed the whole stack. He briefly hesitated until he saw the red squares respawn instantly.
A sorrowful man that kept staring at the floor grabbed a few.
The existing one is dealing with clones of him, Iker said. They are not just trying to end the American experiment... they are going to end the human experiment.
"You won't need that many," the man said. He barely smiled at him, but Joaquim nodded back anyway as the train came to the stop. "I am sorry for all the men who cannot face themselves. We do not expect forgiveness... I just wanted to say something."
What Joaquim saw as the man got off the stop before Joaquim could say anything back...
Analog lines. Screens of old TVs tuned to whitenoise screens. Echoes of radiation. Glimpses of oblivion.
Trust me, you'll be fine stepping through, Iker said. If I am still not running on your introns when you go to that simulation, I'll see you soon cadet. Even though 2 platoon has had more job titles than just soldiers in this time and information war... it's how we began.
I hope... you'll still be around, Joaquim said.
Oh trust me, Lucia and Gabe know to get off here too, Iker said. There are others waiting if I become some other weird ass shit. A hacker gang member, a supersoldier, a drone summoner, and now a biological AI. My resume is going to be lit.
Joaquim gulped, but stepped forward into Derry Hill 2.