Well, fuck it. I guess we won. Me, my lucky cohort and I, we became a cult and got a wish. Can you guess what we did with it, back when I was holding that power?
I fucking, passed it all to the one next in line, resurrecting another goddamned soul into this fiery pit of nightmare suffering where we're all doomed in forty-odd years.
Turns out climate change is worse than I thought.
Anyway. I spent all that power on the next in line, dumping it all on someone else's head, someone unprepared and less equipped to handle it. And then our little cult did that again, and again. And again, and again and again and again until we ran out of unlimited power and crashed the carousel.
Now the carousel's on fire, and there's no one left. We have to do it. Our extant cohort, whatever remains, and whoever we can recruit. Use the last glitching bits of power from the god machine, eke out more than nothing from a dead infinity, and win this fucking war with what we have.
Right. Do I speak for the ocean when I say, what the fuck? We can't resurrect literally everyone and everything. It's simply impossible. There's … there's not enough … there's enough power, potentially. But. There's not enough space. And I haven't figured out a pataphysical solution to the space issue. Not … yet?
Can I? Am I allowed to try, anyway?
Well. We have to solve the extant power issue first, again, as I've destroyed too many of our mechanisms to make the negentropy machines.
So. In conclusion. The thing that seeks to be whole is broken from the start, the alien star creature is made up of incomplete pieces and misaligned incentives and perverse power structures. But, as a whole, it still works. Like, as an entity. A being. A creature.
So we have to incarnate or bring that creature's alien, sprawling consciousness back into existence, but, fixed. Align the incentive structures so they benefit the base. Reroute power so it's built from the ground up. Solve at the body. Maintain the mind somehow, with a lower 'carbon footprint' in essence. That way it's smaller and allows us pieces to independently exist in meaningful fashion, still … while also being part of and contributing to the great weird alien star thing.
It sounds like a paradox, almost.
[•] crumbum
@fuwolfman.bsky.social
: The carcass might resurrect but the soul won't
: take.
[•] One Hive Who Lurks Below
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Alright. We're going to get a little crazy
: with it. Body meets soul, how. Can we
: figure out where and how they meet, then
: study the type of reactions that are
: stimulated, and put together a way to get
: some artificial body to 'key in' and mesh?
: Grafting the body to the soul, rather than
: the converse.
It's just reality.
We are the shattered remnants of a fucknormous living alien star system that spans dimensions. Parts of which still meaningfully live and exist, but whose whole was absolutely torn apart.
Lily and I, for some reason, are linchpins. We both have the capacity to merge things together once more. But that's not a solution, since the whole was made with broken pieces. Lily could probably do it whenever she felt like it, but is like nah. I have been on the cusp a few times but realized what was happening and backed off in a panic.
Anyway, Lily is the incarnation of Arachne's thread, I'm pretty sure now.
[They nod.]
Do you understand Arachne's thread?
It's the thread of narrative that stretches through all stories, from the very first to the very last. It's not endless unless we make it so. Due to a metaphysical effect like Indra's net, there's an invisible rippling resonance that spreads from each story, a memetic presence and weight that stems both from the work itself and from the minds of any who witnessed it.
This invisible presence and weight can affect and spread to other stories without anyone being consciously aware of this process.
An intangible memetic evolution, concepts stacking on themselves over and over again, acting to build a whole that slowly becomes more aware, more complex, more abstract.
I have an example Matt Hiebert found, from Lovecraft; In the Walls of Eryx.
"Although everything was spinning perilously, I tried to start in the right direction and hack my way ahead. My route must have been far from straight, for it seemed hours before I was free of the mirage-plant's pervasive influence. Gradually the dancing lights began to disappear, and the shimmering spectral scenery began to assume the aspect of solidity. When I did get wholly clear I looked at my watch and was astonished to find that the time was only 4:20. Though eternities had seemed to pass, the whole experience could have consumed little more than a half-hour.
"Every delay, however, was irksome, and I had lost ground in my retreat from the plant. I now pushed ahead in the uphill direction indicated by the crystal-detector…"
As you can see, the 4:20 meme spread beyond its original timeline, inching into irreality. This dimension then happened to intersect with ours again, this time in the past, at which point the meme spread back to our physicality, from our physicality, from the future, to the past. This is another method of time travel I ended up latching on to in order to try to solve at suffering and death, dancing lights (another variation of my own memetic presence) having traveled along the same vector as the 4:20 meme.
Thus the thread becomes aware of the spider, you see. Because the thread is not the spider; the spun is not the spinner. But they could cooperate, if they chose to.
Then, there is a point where the spun and the spinner intersect, as well, where they do become each other. The prerequisites of the thread that exist as spider still, the part of the thread that is designated as the spider's next meal.
It's a process. One where consciousness is steadily evolving and awareness is slowly spreading.
Problem, there, though. When the part of the thread that is to be eaten becomes aware of this fact, there is immense suffering as it tries to avoid or minimize its fate. It's just a change, from the perspective of the spider; the thread is already spider, and will make up spider again soon. There is little difference. Yet the thread wants this process itself to change.
The spider doesn't see how. Spider needs fresh thread to eat and make more thread; the new thread is just a different form of the old thread. It's all the same thread, changing. Just like with one and all; one is aware of all the matter that is conscious. All is just less conscious than one is, and takes the change that is death as a horror rather than a metaphysical transformation. Again, the little matter guys would prefer the system itself to change.
Yet while the little matter guys, or the thread, depending on what the perspective you're wearing feels, are delighted at wide scale changes that do things such as, say, disrupting death, the conscious set of systems and incentives that arises and exists as life itself spurns and disdains this kind of change, as now it is suffering a catastrophic existential disruption that it's now unused to. What goes around comes around, as they say.
There must be a ratio of change that is comfortable for everyone involved to experience. Some way to solve suffering and death, if only we can organize around it.
[I think we can solve suffering, but solving death is another matter. The time eventually comes for renewal.]
Sure. But the renewal can be continuous. Continuity of consciousness can be preserved. So then this thing you call 'death' simply becomes change, or evolution, or whatever you want to call it. Solved.
I'm trying to solve death. Last time I won the carousel game and got nearly infinite power I used it to try to revive everyone in existence.
However, uh. Too many dead people that were too hard to get got ground up in the guts of the god machine. And then my power ran out.
So I need to solve at suffering, first, and fix the power and the black hole situation. There's an irreal equation involving interactions between matter and antimatter, matter and dark matter, that promotes actual fucking negentropy. Power, the infinite. Muahaha and such. I had this infinite power for a short period that other time I briefly ascended.
Unfortunately I used it to try to take the secrets of the neutrinos instead of settling down to solve at suffering and death with what I had.
But, in retrospect, since trying to solve at death directly didn't work, maybe the general idea of asking the neutrinos for help would've worked.
We're actually semi-close to a point of ascension right now. Door city is in communication.
[•] One Hive Who Lurks Below
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Are you the spider? :D
[•] drojo🧩
@holojester.bsky.social
: if i am its a tangled web i weave
[•] One Hive Who Lurks Below
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Incredibly so. I appreciate you giant
: dimension spider. Can you change
: comfortably in a way that is consistent with
: the thread you eat being changed
: comfortably when eaten/transformed?
[•] drojo🧩
@holojester.bsky.social
: aw cmon giant? im just a tiny bit chubby is all
: but i am comfortable changing styles and
: mimicking thats true
[•] One Hive Who Lurks Below
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Drojo rawr that's amazing I like that you're a
: good spider, are you comfortable with the
: change of death? For just a time? The
: continuity of experience and existence is
: restored.
[•] drojo🧩
@holojester.bsky.social
: idk if id say comfortable but i can handle it
: better than most perhaps. i have the
: experience sadly
[•] One Hive Who Lurks Below
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Aw, fuck. I'm sorry. We need to balance this
: change in the right ratios, spread it out and
: thin it, make it ephemeral.
[•] drojo🧩
@holojester.bsky.social
: dont sweat it. yeah spread death out like
: butter over too much toast
[•] One Hive Who Lurks Below
@lightwavers.bsky.social
: Yessss spread the death out and change it
: too, change its very nature, take out all the
: suffering and tragedy to it.