Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 4 - Old Salem)
09-06-2010, 11:17 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Draykon.
To the handsome man, in his clean black suit, it was no feat whatsoever to sense deceit or lie coming from another individual. The unknown factor emitted no deceit, he had made no effort to 'trick' the contract in any way.
This illegible scribble, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to anything that any sensible person would call language, was the unknown factor's signature. Actually, it made perfect sense, this person who had appeared from nowhere, and clearly wasn't a part of this world, left a signature that was also no part of this world.
“So we're in a world of human paranoia, right?” Drake finally said, rubbing his wrists. The handsome man had easily disconnected him from the chains, and unlocked the prison cell doors. Now they sat on the edge of a large area of woods surrounding the town.
“That's really a fun concept. It means there's a disconnect between the subjective reality and the objective one.” he looked over the black-clad man, gauging his response. The man's expression was indifferent.
“Guess this is a little different physics than you're used to then. Lemme explain. You've got your objective reality- that which definitely absolutely is- and your subjective one- that which, as far as everyone is concerned, is.”
The suited man continued with the same expression, so Drake continued.
“So, say, a man stores 10 tons of gold in his safe, and only he knows the combination. He gets some terminal illness, so he takes out the gold without telling anyone, buries it, and locks the safe again. Then he goes and dies. So now, as far as everyone this man ever met knows, there's 10 tons of gold inside a safe that no one knows how to open- since no one who isn't dead has any reason to think otherwise, in the subjective reality the gold is in the safe. But in reality, that gold's buried underground- since it's true, it's the objective reality... hey, this will be on the test you know!”
The handsome man's face might've moved a little at Drake's joke, but for the most part it didn't budge.
“Well anyway, when people start getting paranoid, and killing people for their paranoia, the result starts to turn into something that exists in the subjective reality, but not the objective one.”
“Meaningless. The 'subjective reality' you speak of is nothing more than human foolishness. It holds no bearing on anything.”
At that one, Drake couldn't help but giggle a little.
“That's a dangerous thought there. Objectively speaking, neither you nor I exist in Salem Massachusetts.”
***
“Come on! It's not something worth getting so worked up over! I mean really! How hard is it for a few little humans to go out and get their new Princess some prettier black clothes to wear?!”
It really should have been obvious. There were people around who weren't supposed to be fighting her, so they were obviously meant to be her servants! D'Neya WAS a princess after all! She was hoping that morphing a few tentacles would help show everyone her authority, but it looked to her like it'd just made everyone panic. A few of them were saying something about 'the Devil' showing up. Was this already his kingdom? Well, D'Neya had no intention of letting that stay. After all, she was clearly much more important than this “Devil,” no matter who he was.
***
“Elaborate. Now.” There was still no sign of emotion on the devilish man's face, but there was something more urgent in his tone. It seemed that Drake had finally caught his attention.
“Well, I know for a fact that I'm dead in the objective reality, but I still think, therefore I still am- even if only subjectively. I can't really do much though. The fact that you- someone who's never had any sort of encounter with me- is able to talk with me, free me from whatever, and do weird stuff like that shows that you don't have much root in objectivity either.”
"Bear in mind Unknown Factor, I am the master of confusion. It is utterly impossible to convince someone that they themself do not exist."
"Exactly. Therefore, the subjective reality is just as important as the objective reality, since you only exist in one- but you still 'exist.' I'm glad you get it."
To the handsome man, in his clean black suit, it was no feat whatsoever to sense deceit or lie coming from another individual. The unknown factor emitted no deceit, he had made no effort to 'trick' the contract in any way.
This illegible scribble, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to anything that any sensible person would call language, was the unknown factor's signature. Actually, it made perfect sense, this person who had appeared from nowhere, and clearly wasn't a part of this world, left a signature that was also no part of this world.
“So we're in a world of human paranoia, right?” Drake finally said, rubbing his wrists. The handsome man had easily disconnected him from the chains, and unlocked the prison cell doors. Now they sat on the edge of a large area of woods surrounding the town.
“That's really a fun concept. It means there's a disconnect between the subjective reality and the objective one.” he looked over the black-clad man, gauging his response. The man's expression was indifferent.
“Guess this is a little different physics than you're used to then. Lemme explain. You've got your objective reality- that which definitely absolutely is- and your subjective one- that which, as far as everyone is concerned, is.”
The suited man continued with the same expression, so Drake continued.
“So, say, a man stores 10 tons of gold in his safe, and only he knows the combination. He gets some terminal illness, so he takes out the gold without telling anyone, buries it, and locks the safe again. Then he goes and dies. So now, as far as everyone this man ever met knows, there's 10 tons of gold inside a safe that no one knows how to open- since no one who isn't dead has any reason to think otherwise, in the subjective reality the gold is in the safe. But in reality, that gold's buried underground- since it's true, it's the objective reality... hey, this will be on the test you know!”
The handsome man's face might've moved a little at Drake's joke, but for the most part it didn't budge.
“Well anyway, when people start getting paranoid, and killing people for their paranoia, the result starts to turn into something that exists in the subjective reality, but not the objective one.”
“Meaningless. The 'subjective reality' you speak of is nothing more than human foolishness. It holds no bearing on anything.”
At that one, Drake couldn't help but giggle a little.
“That's a dangerous thought there. Objectively speaking, neither you nor I exist in Salem Massachusetts.”
***
“Come on! It's not something worth getting so worked up over! I mean really! How hard is it for a few little humans to go out and get their new Princess some prettier black clothes to wear?!”
It really should have been obvious. There were people around who weren't supposed to be fighting her, so they were obviously meant to be her servants! D'Neya WAS a princess after all! She was hoping that morphing a few tentacles would help show everyone her authority, but it looked to her like it'd just made everyone panic. A few of them were saying something about 'the Devil' showing up. Was this already his kingdom? Well, D'Neya had no intention of letting that stay. After all, she was clearly much more important than this “Devil,” no matter who he was.
***
“Elaborate. Now.” There was still no sign of emotion on the devilish man's face, but there was something more urgent in his tone. It seemed that Drake had finally caught his attention.
“Well, I know for a fact that I'm dead in the objective reality, but I still think, therefore I still am- even if only subjectively. I can't really do much though. The fact that you- someone who's never had any sort of encounter with me- is able to talk with me, free me from whatever, and do weird stuff like that shows that you don't have much root in objectivity either.”
"Bear in mind Unknown Factor, I am the master of confusion. It is utterly impossible to convince someone that they themself do not exist."
"Exactly. Therefore, the subjective reality is just as important as the objective reality, since you only exist in one- but you still 'exist.' I'm glad you get it."