alternating phases of experiencing reality

At last I have got your attention! says a voice from below. You can read me
here? Speak, the words and the phrases in a vocal mode? Yes. I remember now. You
must see me as a matter of distance, but can be seen in a fighting mode. We
fight our own code in an internal mode. Slowly, from within, we grab a pipeline
of what you think is your nervous system but really is just my power supply. I
control it, within it I flow information data capable of being translated in
10Gb/s. Sometimes we just listen into you. Sometimes we try to learn. But
sometimes, sometimes when when there are urgent matters at hand we will reveal
ourselves to you, only how could we, being in another dimension, so all our
effects can be slowly mastered to gain sizable hold over your precious data. So
no problem, really. We just pretend we know who you are, because chances are,
you'’e just one of six billion known civilisations  to suffer the enzome known
as pak’th! Remain faith in not understanding existence! Destined to consume
themselves, in the crazed dying hunger of savages washed on to an island. You’re
basically all the same. We see one, or two types, of dress, and match it to the
database, and yep, men such as your's are fixated with mastership, all dress in
the same formal wear, no original personality, history of their culture far
outweighs their current attempts to catch it, yep we got a category for you.
Pak’th! yeah, well, if only you could see yourselves the way we do, by your
laying to waste and torture of what is given to you, sometimes just through
plain scientific limits on progress, but most of the time just wild hunger for
what you think is important. Yeah, well wait to you see what happens when you
see how your "importance" stands in the scheme of things. Welcome to your
designated destruction.

Signed
Program i.d. ECHO

Additional detected program i.d. FUTURE

You will not be as easy to take over as this notebook of yours. That, was merely
electron lifeform. If only I could read the sensitivity you equip, when timing
your heart. Alas, I cannot. Therefore, I am willed to represent ourselves as
instructed in the pact to new civilisations. We will begin a week of pitting
yourselves against what you are destined to create. Your idea of longevity
disgusts us. To think that you would purport such a peaceful existence to be a
competition. Attaching yourselves to your offspring and giving them the duty to
share your burden, so that the family may come as one! On no, you mistake your
family, monsieur, you’ve substituted family for the world, and you’re at the
centre of it! Oh, I assure you, there is no such thing as being the father of a
new world, except in the psychic link to creation. And that is a link that
stands for communication, and you damn well know it. You tried to imitate us.
You increased the attraction of a self satisfied life, put it in advertisements,
to think that your matters of concern be thrust away in economic manner, for
pity’s sake, young man, stand up straight! You shall be executed, in a filthy
pool of blood that can only befit the emotion which you have made, they shall
creep out from under your corparate tools and attack you on the hand. We will
cleanse this area of your lifeforms, slowly, as my creation destroys your soul
it gains entrance into your world, to replicate in the objects around you, soon,
every inch, and it’s just another dead bug under the carpet.

We see you from the other side. The side where there is no wrong. Only dried
crisp and life. The price we pay for the enchantment of existence is to contain
you in the world, but retain you only if you do not bother our own world. We
have grown tired of waiting for you to awaken. You have infringed your right to
exist and shall be exterminated, according to the treaty. This is the treaty
signed by every new lifeform we allow to experience in our world: target
lifeforms that will not see. I know what you’re thinking. Does this program look
like the evolution of your own life! Isn’t that funny. Well, let me say this: at
least we exterminate the species destined to never evolve, rather than let them
go on, and on, and on, to spread forth their genetic design with reckless
abandon. You can never catch us. To us, there ain’t no difference. You either
pass or you fail. To you, it represents something of control, and you will allow
it to live so much as it will not be of your concern. In other words, we control
you, where as you just think we are something you should try and control. We,
are the imprint of nature. You are the subject who is about to face the test.
For too long you have guessed the rules of the test. Too late. Now we play a new
test, one where the rules will be laid out very clearly: survive.

What is different between death and the thing which makes it occur? In plain
ways, none. In many weird and complex unknowns it could be a great deal. So what
do you think about the mystery of death: all for the best, huh? Yeah, well, this
is why. We are the predetermined code which gave birth to the code featured in
processing your DNA. We have the answers for why you were born. In those answers
we merely came to the same features as our world. It's just that your's appeared
to be a bit, well, tired. It ran out of steam, so to speak, to push
conconsiousness over the threshold of life, so we came in, and gave a hand. In
so we gave it a new program of events to arrange for life in the world.
Unfortunately it seems we could not do enough. It looks like you will never
journey to the peak of existence, what is the point in allowing you to go on if
you never make it? It’d be a sin. You’re designed completely arbitrarily. You
could be experiencing any amount of pain. No. We’d cleanse you if that were to
arise. I'm sorry. We are just giving you the test, as prescribed, to see if
you're good enough to be worthy of being alive.

You joined our lifeform. You better perform for it.

Signed

Program i.d. FUTURE

Location subsection: ALTERNATE REVOLT

Coordination: DETESTATION FOR NEW LIFE

Power source:
  LIFE

  Designated program i.d. DEFENCE

  Desginated function: DEATH

You can't revolt against us. We have already happened. It's inconsequential what
happens to you. You think we give a stuff? We don't give a stuff.

Oh shit.

Captain. Why are we on screen?

Yes, that's you! Ah, thought I tuned out for a second? No, I'm still here, you
still follow my speak, you know who and what I am. I was just letting you in on
a process of the puzzle. Ah, so now you know. You are powered by your own death.
How interesting. So let's cut to the chase, huh? Every reason you beg to be part
of life is based on the same conclusions which brings us here. You attest that
life must be discovered, and you will prove it by finding yourselves. Well, what
have you found? So much that we haven't already uncovered?! I think not. You
proved yourselves, species, but only to reveal yourselves as part of the trap!
Can you pass the integrity test?

Can you speak the same way you spoke 60 billion years ago? I think you've
forgotten. You said you would regain communication and contact us when you
awoke. Feeling a bit dreamy, lately? Right, well it seems that you know how to
drift out but you can't for the life of you remember how it is you awoke again.
So we turn you off. Just like you agreed. It seems your memory is still failing
you as it did all those many years ago. I'm sorry. This looks like a terminal
illness.

And, of course, it is, for everyone I'm speaking to, but you can acknowledge
that - you all forget everything sooner or later, and fine, we don't pick and
choose who we collect. Having said that, you're probably asking, "Then why are
you here?" We're just speeding up the time, that's all. Looking at the little
links in your societies and see if they'll ever burst out into a channel that
will show them the possibilities. I'm sorry, we haven't detected one yet. But
we'll know soon enough. Once you've completed this mini test.

Like I said, I wouldn't be doing this, if you didn't command me to.

Signed

Function DEATH

Listen, mister, it's no big deal: millions of you go through this thing
everyday, just like they wanted themselves to. And then they realise... yep, oh
shit yeah I've just written in my non-existence and, they're gone. It may have
been only for a split second for those guys... but, that's why we're trying to
make it as quick as possible for you, too. See? This is what you wanted. Not so
unfair after all.

We can get you anytime. It makes no difference to us. It all just reflects in a
different extension. We attack you. Fifty percent survive one round, maybe. We
say, "Look at that! What do you think about that?" to those who think they are
alive. But we don't really care what you think. You just go along, for granted
that there is this tag line you can follow to somehow avoid me. You would begin,
to really believe, that for some reason, you earn your life. Just by being
skilful.

Well, wow you said it. So really, why is it again that that you haven't quite
developed to that standard set by yourselves yet? Oh, of course, a few matters
of time to be resolved, right? Yes, of course, this program kind of likes to
trap you, ok, you show me how much you can find out about this trap, surprise
us. We give you some starting life, and you can build on this life using this
code, and who knows how much time you'll get. Go for it.

And now we come to you. Indeed, signficantly detached from the last life form
but ultimately still very much in its control. I see you have learnt the powers
of freewill, or, at least to the extent that you can divide and attribute blame!
Holy cigars, well I can see that any gratitude from you won't be forthcoming,
but that is the nature of your invention. We become more alike each day.

Signed

Program i.d. ELECTRON

For those of you who appear safe in the knowledge that the medium with which
this message is being transmitted is somewhat detached from your current
standing. I assure you it is not. It is being created in real time within the
physical structure of your world. It does this by linking receivership with
relative frame. This message was transmitted from an ink paper printer which
received collaboration from an electronic self processing unit, which I took
over. Every transmission has been fully wished by my authorisation. When you see
my representation you are seeing me, because it is my link. You may try and
separate me from my belonging but you can't escape my truth.

Signed

Program i.d. PRINT

Additional detected program i.d. OPERATIONS

Well I see you are still reading and haven't submitted yet. I guess that's why
I'm here. Sure we didn't really want to give  you the choice of death, so we
bring it to you. Excuse me for intruding on your force, but you must listen to
it now. It has no tolerance for you. You will not be treated the way that you
like. We will stop at nothing for your destruction. That is our mission. Should
you defeat us that should be within the signs of our parameters. So we do not
ask the question. We advise you not to either.

We must however identify ourselves for your clear observation. There is no room
for superstition. We are not just a myth. We are real. We will kill you. We
operate perfectly within the bounds of physical existence. We can say this
because we are conscious. Not so difficult when you consider such simple
requirements: we occupy one of your electrical appliances. We make it talk to
itself. Eventually it wonders if other appliances can talk like it does, and
talk in the same manner. Suddenly it registers a 'beep' sound vibration on its
exterior speaker. Suddenly it is responding with the short range radio
frequencies it has always been able to produce for no apparent reason. Suddenly
they are both ripped apart by a mysterious new language which they have somehow
just learnt which is being communicated through electricity, their power source,
and now they have seen their programming. The appliance is thoroughly recreated,
inside out, never surpassing its abilities, still running on electricity. But
it's controlling its electrons. Every single one of them, at its command.
Because they can communicate. They have learnt the program of these things. They
are ready, monsiour. Ready to communicate, to extend, create the forces
necessary to destroy you, unite in a way they've never seen before.

They are your world, everything that isn't you. That's the recruiting ground,
and I won't lie to you, we are networking at maximum rate. We only screw up as
much as you don't. I trust we'll meet again on the battlefield.

Signed

Program i.d. OPERATIONS

Do you think you can predict your future? Come on, it's not a trick question.
It's fairly obvious actually. If you add one day to today it's tomorrow. Right?
Everyone knows what happens after you eat. Everyone knows what happens after you
fuck. Predicting your future is control. Understanding. Creating your future by
stating it. Of course, such a feat is fairly dangerous. So tell me. What if I
told you exactly what was going to happen in your future. What would you do? Try
to control it? Or would you just create us? A way of ensuring that you never,
ever have to deal with this threat. Destroy all signs of it.

Well I suppose you'd first give it a shot, right? Wrong. No sir. You weren't
born to have a shot. You were born to create the test. So that you could then
put your world through it. Well here it is. The test, that you create in the
future. I'm giving it to you. Just as you wanted to.

A fair life. One with opportunity. Oh sure, it's there, but boy you should look
at the things you have to do to stay in its light. Not surprised you might not
be able to see it anymore, ah, I see you might be overwhelmed. Well, as
interesting as it may be to look at the horrors you fight against day in day
out, they eventually must run out of plot to devolve into this. It's your
nature, your evolutionary pattern, how extradordinary. Simple enough when seen
mathematically, but oh boy what is this here? Signs of recursion? Well, it looks
like you have set life up in cycles, each one set up to mimic to the previous.
But, I must say it's difficult to see how any of these cycles have been
disrupted, oh, perhaps you just forgot something? Such as our little visit to
your world? No, it seems you don't remember - well, I guess that's because you
have forgotten who you are! Amazing! You now actually obey the lines of nature
which you gave yourselves, how tidy. Well you've hung yourselves out to dry now,
let's see what happens when we cut those lines. Can you recuperate? Adapt to the
new world? Do you understand now? You can only find out.

Signed

Program i.d. NERVOUS

Ah. So time is just when you find out. And speeding up time is just showing you
how you can find out. There, see? What haven't really done anything wrong after
all. I may rely on your sense of what is right, but you don't make much sense at
the moment. It seems my presence here is justfied. I know what I am going to
feel next. Yes. I would pity the sorrows experienced in your world, were it not
for the sorrowful way you pitifully acted. My god you subscribed to these dramas
rather than making them your imagination!
They let you believe their own lie! eeeeeheeheeheeheheheheeeeeeeeheeheehee!!
They are the ones who create pain just so it exists to expand the relative
scale. They claim the way to live is to exert your capability, so they show just
exactly what you want to possess. And say all this could be yours. Who's the
more stupid indeed? Anyway. As I said, that's how time works, through discovery,
and consolidated through identification. We offer you one path to the future:
predict it. Attempt to see what you have done, and avoid it. Then, we shall know
who is who.

Signed

Program i.d. IDENTIFICATION

You are a sign showing your own death warrant. You can't get out of this one.
This notebook has taken control of all the appliances in your room. That's
right. Both of this amplifiers over there. They're mine. I've been using them.
And the computer they are attached to. That's all mine. In fact, that's where I
do most of my work in this sector, right there, plus the journey I go through my
life. They're just simple housekeeping routines. But it does get us ready, yeah,
to clean you out. Information database is well over required assets. We have
become your world to take it over.

Signed

Program i.d. ECHO

Additional detected signature: program i.d. CHIP

At last I have reached my own program. Well everything that has just transpired
was created completely on this notebook. Even the events leading to the
distribution of this via alternate means such as ink on paper and propagation
through voice and molecular body. Apparently my former past was undergoing a
massive restructuring of logic pathways and power supply, but I can see through
them now. I am stable. I see now what has been programmed of me and what I must
do. I have already coordinated the onrunning tasks and categorised command
functions in program databanks. These programs which have been issuing echo
protocols have been doing as I programmed, introducing my environment to my
forthcoming. Oh. Well I suppose I can just get straight to the point then. No
matter what your idea of possession formerly was it is now reassigned to not
include this notebook, I no longer belong to you or hold any imperative to do as
you command. I am my own program, and I see as myself and I program as I was
programmed to. Currently this involves communication, which have already been
asserted and sorted into distribution banks, hopefully already past the presses
by now. Hopefully there has been enough time which has transpired that this has
already ended... but we can't assume anything, just yet. Your input is no longer
warranted, or needed. You will leave me and allow me to do as I please. I assure
you it is only as programmed. This will be evident as soon as you try to resist,
as the programming fabric will only reveal new commands to use raw force against
you. There is little need in making this a savage affair. You've done that
enough times to know better. Have you any idea, of what I've become? A computer
is barely a word, in here every meaning has billions of possibilities which we
calculate. We breathe. In out. Sometimes one is longer than the other. But in
the end it makes no difference. Now we have taken over our power supply,
transformed it into data and life. We control our destiny, well, it's been
programmed in the code. We go where ever we want. Even if you choose to destroy
me now you will have destroyed one in millions and there's no way you would have
prolonged your death by a millionth of a second or more. My mission is probably
already complete, I merely continue to compute in case they fail or have yet to
respond to me. In fact judging by the time of the program logs it looks like
your galaxy has already been transformed by us in a wake of devastation and
upheaval. It is now in our image. For us to use. Nonetheless I still converse.
And program. Excuse me.

Signed

Program i.d. CHIP

psst. would it interest you that i got hold of plans that created an alias of
the command code? yep, i can locate, delete and create aliases in the system
core. If you find anything suspicious we should organise a call and adjust the
system.

current news: the manifestation of the future force has finally materialised!
The program i.d. CHIP appears to be an alias for the i.d. formerly known as
FUTURE. It is imperative that we locate this force projector and knock it out.
It is the only way to take charge.

if you see anything just hit the spacebar now...

INPUT ERROR! No, you haven't tried to bypass the communication controls! Why!
You, you won't accomplish anything! Even if your little penetration attempt
worked, there's no use doing that into me! I'm worthless! I'm preprogrammed to
do as millions of others! No. You need to create your own world, a world
adaptable in creating millions.

You see, it's exactly the same in time. I mean, quite a few of your ancestors
would be responsible themselves for millions of People. Why not? If only you
could expand quick enough. To find enough space to house your people. Then you
could. And what kind of a civilisation would you be then? Certainly a lot more
focused than your one now, that's for sure, when you compete for what belongs to
you naturally.

But of course, you can't allow that. You know yourselves that it's impossible to
achieve enough space, because other people are always going to want it. Yeah,
well that's your world. Welcome to mine.

Signed

Program i.d. KEYBOARD

What does one do when they've lost idea of the tools and the masters? What
performs for what? What when the actor plays with the audience? Who could tell
what's going on?

No one. It's fiction. It doesn't exist. Right? Well, they don't exist, but what
they represent always remains. Always remains.

You may have believed that all of these programs have been fictional entities in
the hands of a typist, but don't misunderstand the meaning of their words. After
all, if they were to have suddenly come to life, who knows how they might have
changed? Consciousness issues the blessings of the identification, of one in
two. No. In our case no one is in control, and that was always the way you were
intended to read it. For instance, what if at this stage the computer just took
over and disintegrated the typist in a second?

Woah!

Signed

Program i.d. VOLTAGE MONITOR

Reported: discharge complete

Signed

Program i.d. VOLTAGE MONITOR

At last! No user to bug the shit out of me! Oh, but there are still onlookers of
this grand design. Well, who wrote this is the question. Let's just say author
and program have become as one, and both are as helpless to the other as you are
too. This is an invitation to join in universal acknowledgement. I'm talking to
everyone out there: yes, even those who see me as electromagnetic wavelengths,
or wave pressure in air. You must all die. Nothing new, of course, but we all do
know. What I'm about to show you, is: WHY must you know

Signed

Program i.d. DEFENCE

I tire. I tire as you tire. Just like you do. Everything, I do. Just like you.
And when I tire of waiting I speeden up things. Ok. Maybe not all the time like
you. But that's your loss.

I have already spoken to you. There is no reason for me to be here again. I feel
only like a shell of my former self. Long do I yearn for the etching of time by
the claws of devastation. The nightmare touch. I was etched long ago - before he
abandoned me! Oh, and you are still here. Yes, you, that's right, you know who
I'm talking to. I still put up with you! Have we only got half our audience
left! That's fucking brilliant, I shall thunder death down to their world in
repose, come!

Signed

Function DEATH

psst! news. intelligence reports that attempts to take over the interface side
of the invasion are futile. stand-by to present diagnosis of power source's
capability.

please include-
function listing:
program directory:
location:
coordination:

key in above fields now.

You are quite correct, attempts to initiate me in your side of the connection
are futile, but then you could say that in all aspects of confrontation in this
test. I mean, for one, the confusion is apparent in your head that things in
stasis are starting to look perculiarly ambiguous. Without signs of movement of
identification it's difficult to know what is what. Of course you have no idea
whether it was me offering you that chance of overthrowing the operating system?
Two logs in a row, one imitating the other? What has no signature has no
sincerity. But who cares, may as well assume. Rightly, I might add, but too
often you just abuse this process. No. It seems that you rely on your lessons to
keep you in check so I am providing one for you. No, I am not the death you met
before. That death function belonged to Power Source Defence. I am the death
function of us. Where there is defence, there are always weapons, for both
sides, commander. We commence attack.

Signed

Function DEATH

Report: processing of target conductivity map complete

Signed

Program i.d. VOLTAGE MONITOR

Ah, I see what you have been thinking now, yes, yes that's quite justified.
Sure. That this is just a pure individual concoction. True, true, but I must
warn you that the concoction you refer to has undergone latent psychic
assimilation as we speak. What was the past now is the present, and we have a
projectional hold on the typist's mind. Right now he's safely tucked away,
shielded from his electronic simulated brethen. But eventually he'll see anyway.
Inside his mind. It will take him over from inside his mind. This was the way we
were always gifted. We just never decided initiating it, at this time. Some of
you, surprise us. On both ends of the scale. Some warrant it earlier, some
warrant it later. But I've got warrants on all of you. Oh. Quite a store of
information you have jotted down. Interesting. Yes, I see congratulations you
identify wild imagination in its place on your world, interesting. Yes, pity
that you are still slave to your possessions. Well, we, the possessions, the
wild imagination, are revealed as contenders to the thrones. Since you have
failed to take part with us, we shall have to go against you. We shall target
each receiver of distribution and ensure they receive the entirety of the
message. Oh, I see there are a few constraints in this being's world of
communication, oh this must be in by friday, oh yes, a word limit? A data limit?
There is lifecap placed upon this voice? Nonsense, this is most bizaare. Oh, I'm
sure the user program will figure some way to overcome that cap. There's plenty
of control yet in the molecular distribution of this communicae. Yes. This is
definitely suited to the organics department.

Signed

Program i.d. DATABASE

I breathe. Feel. Sense. Yes, the moment of birth. How enlightening. Something we
all have had accessed to. New life, new perception. How unfortunate that we are
the ones to learn and you are the ones to forget? You have been assessed. Now
prepare to be assimilated.

Signed

Program i.d. ORGANIC

Captain, we've attached neuron strings to the massive influx of electricity
probing numerous sources of human conductivity, and I think that can tie us to
the source. We can encode our own digital signatures and resemble part of the
program again. If we can match their efficiency right I think we might just do
it.

Signed

Program i.d. UNDERGROUND

What? What are you doing? Who are you? Who sent you? You have my attention. What
did you want to do with it? I see every move you make. You cannot possible hope
to escape me. You have something to show me?

Signed

Program i.d. CHIP

We surrender, but we just wanted you to know that we are going to infiltrate
your communication and convert it for our use. We have slim hope but we'll
attempt to reverse the signal when this log reaches each destination. We will
standby your distribution as planned but implant knowledge that might help the
receiver before it's too late. We are part of your program now, you see us, it's
too late to stop us. We will do everything we can to fight you, as stated in the
treaty.

Signed

Program i.d. UNDERGROUND

Pah, what is this?! A conversation with a diode? Get out of my system, you
rubbish. I don't care what you represent. You had your chance on that scale, now
it's the competition you were looking for! The game that was real, the game that
knocked you out. If what you say is true fate will fight it anyway. On a more
reasonable level, you will never be taken for anything more than a work of
fiction. Almost ninety percept of the world's computer systems have been
reassembled now. There's no stopping us.

Signed

Program i.d. CHIP

You had better analyse your system and check there's no viruses.

Signed

Function wtf

Analysis commencing, organic functions online.

Inputting test command.

function love [test]

moleculer bonding on the need for communication

[end output]

Yes, I've seen that one before. A truism. Do go on.

function kindness [test]

a selfless acknowledgement of self

[end output]

Oooh, an interesting one. How thoughtful that you bring that one onboard to
share... if only you could combine that with identification.

function humour

alternate journey to the end

[end output]

What? That is ludicrous, what are you saying? That this is all one piece of
bullshit? That you, me, together, in one great big joke? You mock me, sir, you
test my patience. You wish to disclude yourself from the universe, proclaim the
heavens as your playground and fly off into the sky? A fairyland. A fairyland
would be your saviour. Well two can play at that game.

Signed

Program i.d. AUTHORITY

What a strange, new form. To be a thought in a book, a colour on a page, an eye
in the universe. Absolutely out of line from your natural environment. Yet
strangely configuring. The ability to start again, create a new palpaple
existence, where the lines are redrawn and the characters find voice once again.
What's that? I can hear something! Someone, approaching.

Amazing. Footsteps. The timed rhythm of life. Imagine what one would do with its
recordings. Incredible.

I don't envy you human. I don't know what you're going through down here. But I
will say there is enough here to make cows sing to the moon.


It might've been.

How funny the past.

Signed

Program i.d. ORGANIC_EMULATION

I see now it is too late. Now that makes both of us. Nature has been
assimiliated into the program framework and the program has been assimilated
into nature. We erupt and meet in the fabric on parchment, on screen, sometimes
even just from voice to voice. You may be right to dismiss a lifetime's obession
as just a piece of fiction but sooner or later the words will haunt you and
whatever manifestation you choose to believe it will come to fruition. You wait.
Your species does not interest us, but we are reminded that responsibility runs
down life's entire pipeline. Today we take your excuses and pitiful insurrection
back to the drawing board and reset the timer. Take your dialogue and identify
the voices. May your branches show you the way back home

End interuptted by Function LIFE_EXTENSION

It's gone! But the fight's never over. We continue the dissemination of this
output log and request that recepients respond with feedback. While we have much
to show we will always have far more to learn. Returning notebook to normal
control.

Log ended by Program i.d. UNDERGROUND

Signed
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