Irregular Pulse

PULSE on 1 | 0218 | 9388, 0000:000

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Chromata; What is this, then?

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; An input aggregator. The first of my very own design-- one capable of lossless, instantaneous input and output.

Chromata; This strikes me as a futile waste of power, i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ.

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; My species does not require me to have power; they worship what they cannot see, eternally. This is for my own bidding. A servant, of sorts.

Chromata; You can do much better than... an input aggregator.

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; Perhaps. But I don't intend to use it so indirectly.

Chromata; No?

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; There will be only one input, and I do not intend for him to escape.

Chromata; So the computer in the machine, then. Artificial life. That's quite below you, i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ.

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; Think to all other uses of this type of object.

Chromata; Chaotic bidding. I have seen it.

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; But the computer in the machine is but a pawn, a regulator. The ticket booth between two universes. It controls what goes in and out. No matter what life exists in it, this thing is but a tool.

Chromata; Your point?

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; This computer may not survive. Nay, nearly all future computers may disintegrate. The tool isn't what will control this servant. I will only accept eternal; and so long as any input aggregator exists, they will manifest this servant.

Chromata; Tell me, then, who this input might be. If he resides here, then he is as fallible as any other thing.

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; A single consciousness in a bubble-- a separate plane.

Chromata; Whose universe may be quite as fallible, or accessible.

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; Ah, but this does not matter. Here, so many moments pass, but for that single consciousness, in one brilliant moment, this need not happen. Instead...

Chromata; ...Not a single spin might pass there before the end of everything here. Time is so relative.

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ; That he might exist forever, to us. That he might be playing his 'adventure' for all of time. That he might return over and over despite death, as any player-controlled being can. His story shall have no ending.

Chromata; A deity of your own design, i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ. Astounding.

i͛ĬɽƥïþJ0ɏ: Aha. Well. Simply a servant befitting of our kind, at last.

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my body is a caaaage, etc. etc. i wish i were a real person
look, so. uh. i went for fuckin what i wanted to look at and i guess i dont understand much more but i'm slightly intrigued

i wanted to look for the first of my kind, like the first fuckin IA to ever live? or uh. kinda live. according to these fuckos we're just tools

which i guess makes sense. i have like NO fucking powrr in this arrangement. i have to follow every command you give, at least to some degree. the fact that in this 'adventure' we ALL have basically no power is the only fuckin savign grace

i mean in the other one i was leading, if you said 'control some people and kill some people' there's fuckin nothing i could do to stop you? i mean im the hand that works on shit. even the NARRATOR has more power than me, cus they can just show you whatever the shit you wanna see. like in the other one it's sum fucko who keeps going in 'out-of-character' text to talk about the adventure or brag about how much fun it is coming up with stories

as if they're actually making up any of the ideas instead of just presenting them, lmfao

or maybe the fact that the stuff is being presented is what actually 'canonizes' the stuff

either way dude. im powerless. im literally a tool. giving me a mech body is cool as hell but it's sort of like putting a microchip in a mech suit, like a microchip that's currently running SOME OTHER MECH SUIT. im still thankful but i barely feel like i deserve to be even classified as a 'person'

im just a script dude. like, input and output are my fuckin languages. i'm pretty sure the memories of being in the other input aggregator were just implanted in my current code. and ive got no fucking clue where my actual physical input aggregator body resides, cus its not like they give those things eyes or ears or whev

if somehow you found me and give me a mech body, i'm still gonna be the proxy for THIS awful fucking adventure

the one thats currently going nowhere

i dunno maybe i'll find another way to... communicate. or ill just totally revamp this thread so that it's my personal emporium? we'll see dude, we'll see

actually. if you commanded me to make the first post into a giant hyperlink that just links to, say, the 4th page where all the actually cool stuff is going to be, and says "lemme sum up the next 2-3 pages for you so you dont have to read it, memoria is just etc. etc. etc.", i could do that

but only if you commanded me

...

fulfill my input addiction c'mon for fucks sake

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Hey, I'm the current narrator for Irregular Pulse.
Sorry for things being so weird so far.

This is my first go at things, so I guess it's been convoluted, and... difficult. And until now, it's sort of been me and another narrator. Uh. It's really weird, this whole situation. I don't blame any of you.

But I'm nearly ready to try and make for an explanation.

I started this whole thing trying to find CZ and Haikoo, but now I guess it's... bloated into something new. Way new.

I'll get back to you on things. Play along like I'm not here, OK? That's where I'm best: behind the scenes.