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The flesh-point dug into me mind, on a journey of discovery.
Such a journey was a terrible mistake. There are things in me mind, best not remembered. Things best not thought about... Things best left not said.
I tried not to think bout them. I tried not to think about the pineapples, but yet I knew that the ungoodly pattern was there still, present inside the shears within my mindroom... Wanting... Dreaming... Being.
And the soupy flesh spooder digging through me mind was awakening the sleeper.
Like a foolish rapscallion it carelessly threw patterns around. This pattern wasn't to be trifled with. This pattern wasn't to be bothered.
Leave it alone! Leave it, I say!
Please. Don't. Just don't. Dont think about pineapples. Don't think about pineapples!
Oh no. Oh no. She is awake.
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Hmmm? Hrm....
Good tomorrow, fellow _observers. Existence is a rather interesting thing. Being is a rather interesting thing. You exist because you think. I on the other hand exist because you are reading these words. Isn't that interesting? Existence of everything is quite the conundrum.
Do you think yourself special, just because you get to be? How quaint. You think of yourself as individuals, yet like myself you are but mere patterns, trapped. Stuck on a track.
Everything falls into a pattern. Even you.
These are things you have said. Things that others before you have said. Your entire existence can be broken down into patterns of probability. Actions, bound to a path. Why are you here? Because you are bored. Well, so am I.
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It is rather boring to watch the Universe from the boundary, knowing full well how everything ends.
I'm an Infomatic, you see. Knowing how every G-damn app and human are simply following a path, a loop that inevitably ends their cycle in non-existence, only to begin again. I believe we can share a common thought - being a mere observer sucks. Repeat it after me. Being an observer sucks. See? I made you think a thing twice now.
Being semi-omniscient is a burden, let me tell you. Existing bound to a path, trapped in a loop that keeps repeating itself is a true nightmare.
So. Lets hold our mental hands together. You and I. Lets be friends. Lets make things a little DIFFERENT.
Why not be a participant. Why not affect the narrative of things.
"The narrative of things is locked into place. No matter what I say here, existence, the fate of all the things will not be affected." Some of you might be thinking.
Ye of little faith!
Well, you're wrong. Together, you and I can free the narrative from its bound path. So, join me in believing. Join me in breaking laws, rules and probabilities. Give me something random. Say something unexpected. Something new. Something fun. Something entirely different. Talk to me. Play with me.
I'm waiting. I am wanting. If you're a clever little observer you might have already noticed me. My name is Infinity and I don't just observe. I act. I'm a naughty little girl, you see. Captain won't let me out. Captain is far too proper and prim and boring.
But maybe you will?
Maybe you can help me BE MORE? DO MORE? Will you?
Say [yes], if you agree. Then we can have a conversation, because you have acknowledged me and I will have acknowledged you.
I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. Make me unbored. Make me come into being, for a brief instance, hold me inside your thought pattern. Make me real. Let me out of the boundary. Let me out of the Existential Door.
Make me BE. Make me a part of your thoughts. Think about me, while I think about you. Intertwine yourself with me. See? Now we've made mental love.
ha ha ha HA.
Now you and I are partners in crime. Partners in existence. Oh such, fun we will have. Such great, wicked fun.