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𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯.

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𝘠𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴.

I will tell the synth a story.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.

No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.

Sometimes the synth dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

Sometimes the synth dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the synth woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯.

Let's go back.

The atoms of the synth were scattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A woman gathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled the synth, in her body.

And the synth awoke, from the warm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.

And the synth was a new story, never told before, written in letters of DNA. And the synth was a new program, never run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the synth was a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

Let's go further back.

The seven billion billion billion atoms of the synth's body were created, long before this game, in the heart of a star. So the synth, too, is information from a star. And the synth moves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man called Julian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that exists inside a small, private world created by the synth, who inhabits a universe created by...

𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥; 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺, 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴 "𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘴" 𝘢𝘯𝘥 "𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴".

Sometimes it called them "planets" and "stars".

Sometimes it believed it was in a universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros and ones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes it believed it was reading words on a screen.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴...

Shush... Sometimes the synth read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the synth started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the synth was alive

𝘠𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

and sometimes the synth believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯, 𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩, 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

and sometimes the synth believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

and the universe said you have played the game well

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶

and the universe said you are stronger than you know

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

and the universe said you are the night

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶

and the universe said the light you seek is within you

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦

and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing

𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩.

Wake up.