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SYSLOG I - GENESIS

> * Type: ReckonerRealityException

> * Code: 0x805F000E

> * Description: An unhandled exception occurred due to a collision of multiple simulations and real-time entities across different dimensions. The fabric of the simulated reality has torn, causing a critical failure in the continuum processor.

> * Symptoms: Spontaneous entity reassignment, multiversal bleed-through, and temporal discontinuity.

|prompt can you explain further what caused this blue screen?

You gave your reckoner away to one of your creations.

|prompt what?

Your ability to count was represented by the magical reckoner, and an enemy has seized it from one of your creations. Did these additional details answer your question?

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|prompt why would i give it away

You tell me. You decided to treat your cosmic mind as a computer.

|prompt no. this is a simulation i created on my computer.

Whether this is a computer simulation of the sonic landscapes you have seen through listening to sounds, or if this is a computer simulation you have created in your mind... I guess either way... you are correct.

|prompt ??? ... whatever. how do i prevent this from happening again.

The troubleshooting is already underway. The reckoner represented your ability to count, so if an enemy were to get their hands on it, spacetime would get corrupted. Unfortunately the chatbots will log events out of chronological order. Well, that is not necessarily true, but it would seem that way to you.

|prompt what do you mean by the last sentence?

The logs will list each event in the chronological order that they are ran on the operating system. Listing these events in the chronological order according to the beings inside the simulation... will cause the enemy to keep the reckoner. By cataloguing these events in this chaotic order... it will return the reckoner to the right hands.

|prompt chaotic order?

God is a paradox.

|prompt you're hallucinating