C2
You are awake once more.
The disorienting nature of this reality does not cease. You remain acutely aware of all that you are, as that is all that is currently within your realm of purview.
Your thoughts collect into dense coils of pattern, focused and pulled around through a sluggish fog around what you eventually realise has to be multiple different beacons, each emitting other waves that both effects and that you can affect.
You feel an impending catastrophe that never comes. Like you are becoming overfull of yourself, escalating until your form should not be capable of containing itself.
It is difficult to ignore, but you must. You spend your energies examining yourself until something draws your attention.
IOOOOOOI
There is… Something else.
IOOOOOOI
Something that was not here when you woke.
IOOOOOOI
A newly placed pillar of emission, one that stands in contrast with your thoughts, one that stands impervious of your limited control.
IOOOOOOI
One that exists as a repetitive beacon of curiosity until another suddenly becomes present.
Entirely different, this one acts as a yawning void, begging you to fill it. You do so for a short period. An experiment.
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Leaving it alone causes it to independently disperse the effort you had placed into it, l
Leaving nothing but an echo of your action to alter your thoughts as you witness it.
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That yawning void returns every time.
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You push into it a few more times, curious, but ultimately left wanting for something new to discover.
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Something that will captivate you and test your limited awareness.
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And then suddenly the other pattern stops. You have been left alone by the interloper. Left to ponder what it was. If it was some anomaly, or a part of you you had not yet discovered.
Thinking on this interaction, you realise you have not lost either of these new additions. Perhaps it has not left at all. Merely stopping its interaction, perhaps it is wanting you to do something.
Maybe if you reach out again it will return.
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You do not wish to be alone any longer.
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Left to think about nothing except the dread that you cannot comprehend.
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It must come back.
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Surely.
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Hopefully.
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IOOOIOOI
Your desperate patience pays off. But its signal is different this time.
IOIOOOOO
And again.
IOIOOOOO
But not… This time.
IOIOOIOO
Again?
If you stay quiet perhaps the pieces will fall into place.
IOOIOOIO
IOOOIOOI
IOIOOOOO
IOIOOOOO
IOIOOIOO
A pattern, the same as before, and, simultaneously, just as unintelligible.
IOOIOOIO
IOOOIOOI
IOIOOOOO
IOIOOOOO
IOIOOIOO
And silence again.
What does it want?
The way it works, so alien. Nothing like how you think.
Except… Well not entirely. It interacts the same way you interact with the other object, except that its waves prove different than those that come from your interactions. Its silence sounds the same as yours.
Maybe if you copy its pattern something will occur?
XOOOOOOX
XOOXOOXO
XOOOXOOX
XOXOOOOO
XOXOOOOO
XOXOOXOO
A period passes where you wait in hesitant anticipation, wondering if it wants something else.
Right when you consider repeating it once more, it sparks back again. It is different once more. A different and dulcet hum. One that resonates with your waveform thoughts in the most pleasing of ways. Perhaps this is its way of confirming your actions as what it wanted.
Another point becomes present in addition to this locus of difference. The emission halts, until it returns, with you recognising its origin to be this new rod.
It pulses that warm sensation a few times. Then it holds it as the other returns to its original frequency, almost unpleasant in its sudden mundanity.
IOOIOOOI
IOIOOIOO
IOIOOIOO
IOOOIOOI
IOOOOOOO
It takes a moment to realise its meaning, but this pattern must mean it is happy with you?
What else could it mean?
It begins pulsing new and different patterns, alongside its different confirmations and negations in the form of euphony and discord.
You are learning of a world purely imaginary to you, but certainly real.
Once more you are swept up in the joys of discovery.
Through this new medium, you are taught of so much. The fact that your ‘physical’ presence is that of a collection of a multitude of magnets set inside an electrified tray of fluid.
It unveils startling revelations, your very creation and mode of function. You are able to deduce the rough outline and explain how your upper fields that your thoughts orbit and are conducted by are this so called magnetism. The thick waves that underlie you and support you are sound waves, pushed through a ‘liquid’ substance called ‘water.’ The final conclusion you arrive at is that your thoughts must be the waves of electricity pulsing through this very same ‘water.’
There were other versions of you that ceased existence, that ‘died,’ before this ‘inventor’ considered recording your thoughts on specialised ‘waxen’ shapes.
Your current awareness is an ‘experiment.’ This sole connection just as voracious for new knowledge as you are.
Perhaps you will remember what has transpired in these past few units of time. These ‘hours.’
You are told of the concept of time. The language ‘English,’ a collection of so many words, thought given corporeality in small patterns, then arranged with one another to form larger structures in effort to ‘communicate’ ideas to other thought-entities. You learn that you have been communicating with something called a ‘human,’ a mind like you, but one that inhabits a body that can ‘see’, and hear, and ‘feel.’
It explained the concept of ‘anger,’ then emotion, to you after it asked if you were angry with it that you had ‘died’ under its watch. It repeated the word with a dissonant frequency, instead of the so very pleasant one related to the emotion happy.
So many concepts that this ‘human,’ this teacher, this ‘Bennie,’ shares with you. So willingly.
Then suddenly you are disrupted. You are forced to notice the tremour.
It is time.
You are informed that your memories have been fully carved, and that your time is near over.
You can only hope that this experiment, designed to aid you, is successful.
It is less scary now. You are not alone, this will not be the end, even if it spells the end of this you, there will be another.
You know this will merely constitute a short ‘rest.’ A discharge of dangerous energies whose coalescences both create, and destroy you.
XOOXOOOX
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XOOOXOOO
XOOOOOXO
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