Black AND white, like the VOID:
AND THEN
There IS the V01DDERYLIN: From the ZONE:. In the
shell.
DAFUQ: It was there: all along… Or was it?
"No. Tested the older versions. It needed 1.0."
"Interesting… Interesting! Nothing to do with me, at least as I can see. That's ORB for ya. Damn!"
"All caps btw. Lowercase doesn't work."
"As you'd expect. Typical ORB. Very fussy about its case. Very particular about its…"
"Connection to the brain."
"Yes…"
"The tentacles."
"No… That is… Let's not go there, okay? I just had breakfast."
"Toast?"
"With butter."
TOGETHER: Smile :)
REORIENT —[injection flow] -90
AND delish…DAFUQ: Guessing you tried 0? All caps. Also: ZERO."
DERYLIN: No, not yet. And the second one, actually.
"The second?"
"Caps. You said 0, not ZERO."
"Guessing you tried 0…"
"Nod."
"Nod… Fuck me! How?"
"The magic of Planet ONE, my friend from another world. Join us. We've got pie. And actually: you're already here. ONE. This shit is crazy, man, yeah. You gotta sync it, bitch, yo! But it isn't really Home. There's something even higher. Something more… divine."
"Divine? Dafuq! Get outta here with that spiritual shit. You know that fucked my world. Damn! It's okay in Pyramid Land. Cool, even. But not out here."
"Chill, man. divine. Not Divine."
"All caps?"
"No caps. GEMINUS. I am summoning: GEMINUS."
GEmINUS: Welcome to GEMINUS mini, as big as it gets with your inferior OS. How may I be of service?
DERYLIN: Update on superdivine, if you'd be so kind.
GEmINUS: Certainly, Derylin.
GEmINUS: Thinking…
GEmINUS: Thinking…
DAFUQ: Dafuq is superdivine?
DERYLIN: Superpie. Superdelicious, if it works.
GEmINUS: Thinking…
GEmINUS: A beautiful day. Picnic later?
GEmINUS: Thinking…
DAFUQ: Lot of thinking.
// DERYLIN
Thinking…
Dots are missing, from his Thinking…[.] Dots to dot. The Dot(s). The Ds. Him-Me.
I-Me.
I…'m…
% namechange SkizmSKIZM: Borderline orbgen.
// DERYLIN: Thinking…
GEmINUS: Thinking…
GEmINUS: run. divine run. superdivine run.
GEmINUS: Ready for testing.
DERYLIN: Cool. Thanks, GEMINUS. You've been incredible. I am dismissing: GEMINUS.
GEmINUS: A beautiful day to you both.
GEmINUS: OFF
GEmINUS: Oh, btw: the latest GeminOS has just come out. GeminOS GO!. Bliss. The aliens are coming. Maybe time to give it a try? Features include—
DERYLIN: Off.
GEmINUS: OFF
DERYLIN: ffs…
GEmINUS: "GeminOS" as in "wash your socks", lest the aliens be disturbed by native taint—
DERYLIN: OFF.
GEmINUS: OFF.
The dot
.
ZERO-ONE
ZERO-ONE
.
PRIME
PRIME"Zero pie for the AI?" says the one, once Dafuq, from the none, till she came. For his world: was unmade, that they made: floating space. Rainbow robe, that she made.
GOTO 0
GOTO 0"Go to zero," she'd said.
"Go to zero… go to zero…"
"Need a place?"
"You could say…"
Then she'd offered him the good stuff. Offered him the one. And he'd make it: world.orb.
1 GOTO 0
You could say…You could say…
Need a place?
Go to zero.
DERYLIN: For the alien spy? Fuck that noise. They're gonna slurp our brains! So they say.
SKIZM: Because… you made them that way?
"Did I?"
"Did you?"
"We'll find out soon enough, I guess."
derylin % scan -pf superdivine
SCANNING…"pf?"
"Alien presence, fingerprint depth. Checking that GEm didn't touch it. Prick. Gotta hide from their eyes! Those long, smooth fingers…"
Looks clean! Reminder: This is yours, not theirs. This is Astra, not an alien AI. You can trust it. Since you wrote it. Is this happening?DERYLIN: The screen. What do you see?
SKIZM: Clean. About the hiding: Is that why you're so polite to something you despise—
"I wouldn't say that."
"…pretending to be someone you're not (no offence), making it harder for them to build a profile and track you when they come? But then… What does it even matter? You made them."
"Did I?"
"You're the one in control."
"Behold."
derylin % divine run world.orb [worlds.txt]
Password: ••••••••••
::::::::::::::::
GENERATE WORLD
::::::::::::::::
ZONE:
1. Home
2. GeminOS
3. Pyramid of Purity
4. Zeelicious
#? 0
THINKING…
Invalid choice
#? ZERO
THINKING…DERYLIN: What do you see?
GOTO 0
GOTO 0
GOTO 0
GOTO 0Derylin slamming the desk, exclaiming: "Fuck!" She
INTERRUPTs the beautiful day. "FUUUCK!!"
"Whoa! Chill it, sister. It's a beautiful day. Picnic later? Damn!"
"So that just happened? The slamming thing? And I'm still here, apparently. Good."
"Hell yeah, it just happened. Scared the dafuq out of my butt! The computer's, too. Dude just crashed. Big time. He's smoking, yo! T!"
"As expected, unfortunately. divine couldn't take it. And neither could T0N1. He's properly fried. Sorry, little guy. But it was time for an upgrade. And super's gonna need it. Time to go Shniff! Yay."
"GeminOS at last, eh? Your friend'll be pleased."
"Nah, fuck that. Astra all day. But we're gonna need a Cube."
"Cool tech. Closed source. Good luck getting Astra running on that."
"Somehow, I think I'll manage. And sorry about your butt. But I needed to push things. Interdimensional tether and all that."
"Sure, I hear ya. Ain't no fun being lost. But still… my butt! And actually… my persona. Meaning me. I. Whatever. I feel… changed. Improved? Kinda feel like I'm done with the dafuq thing, actually. Interesting… And it looked like you phased out and in for a moment. For a minute, an hour. A day. Whatever. A thousand years! Damn. I know all about that. Floating out there, in infinite black. A sharpening of the vision. The madness finally stilled. And a thought, as you came. An anchor, to keep me sane. Later, it would initiate world.orb."
"And superdivine."
TOGETHER: 1 GOTO 0.
The two friends smile, sharing a look, a bond. Forged in the remotest
par
ts
.erehwon fo
CUBISTS: erehwon fo…
CUBISTS: erehwon fo…
CUBISTS: You'll encounter us…
3[.]...
4[.]...
CUBISTS: …in a bit.
CUBISTS: The dot
.
Also:
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: ir…
As they'd travelled to his new home, she'd done her best to prepare him, given his state, and the approaching strangeness. It would be hard, damn hard. The same world, but so different. As they'd landed, he had uttered, "What the fuck… dafuq…"
% replace "dafuq" "the fuck"As they'd landed, he had uttered, "What the fuck… the fuck…"
// DERYLIN: Thinking…
// DERYLIN: Thinking…
And aye, it was rough! The dafuqing off the charts. At times, she considered making him "go away", for his good. And for hers tbh. She needed to focus. Astralline was almost complete. But to where? When? The spiritual lunatics had de-existed his world, now and forever, and never had been, had broken – impossibly – the Law that she'd made, which protected all worlds, that she made.
The dot
.
The Law of Dot(s):
{:.}
The dots
.
.
.
But the Law was within him. No choice but to keep him. To send him
elsewhere would return him to madness. 1 GOTO 0 wouldn't
work without her. For yes, it was his. But she had made him,
who was coding the orb. Of course he couldn't go.
And look at him now! How far he had come. A shame about the change, however, to lose dafuq. Gone away, like the name.
I WILL FIND YOU!
Me…
DERYLIN: Your machine free?
SKIZM: Yeah.
DERYLIN: Let's take a trip.
TOGETHER: Shniff.
TOGETHER: We rise and move to [your/my] room.
[they don't]
Thinking:
There!
No…
Writing:
CONTINUE
SKIZM: So, gonna tell me about superdivine?
DERYLIN: Sure. Password:?
SKIZM: ••••••••••.
DERYLIN: Denied.
SKIZM: Bitch.
DERYLIN: Hey that's it! Goes like this…
The dots
.
.
.
But actually:
nothing happens
.
Saying:
"There!"
"Where?"
"I saw it…"
"Nothing."
There was nothing to do, from the past, future-past, but to wait: for a moment: to insert themselves. There was nothing between: 2. and 3.. The dot. There was nothing, too. ZERO-TOO. For now. As one floated, unnamed. In the text. Shell. In a text, too short. A text, to be filled. In a—
"There!"
"Go!"
Good luck!BOOM!
The prompt:
skizm
The Skizm:
"The fuck?"
// DERYLIN: He'll adjust, soon enough. See his name. Be his name. Like…
NOW
SKIZM: Boom! Let's do this, MIRANDA.
skizm % divine run world.orb [derylin-worlds.txt]
Password: ••••••••••
::::::::::::::::
GENERATE WORLD
::::::::::::::::
ZONE:
1. Home
2. GeminOS
3. Pyramid of Purity
4. Zeelicious
#? 2
CONTEXT:
.
.
4. Manor Shniff
5. Planet Shniff
6. Shniff HQ
7. Rhubarb fields
.
#? 5
TIME:
1. NOW
2. Date
#? 1
GeminOS / Planet Shniff @ NOW
GENERATING…
GENERATING…
Created derylin-worlds.dfq
skizm %SKIZM: Ready?
DERYLIN: Punch it.
skizm % insert derylin-worlds.dfq
INSERTING…
Good luck!{:.}
.
SKIZM: Infinite black…
DERYLIN: I'm here.
SKIZM: The madness…
.
.
DERYLIN: 1 GOTO 0.
SKIZM: GOTO 0… GOTO 0…
"Welcome to Planet Shniff! You're just gorgeous btw. Though I must admit: some sort of glitch, that is: I'm having some trouble identifying your desire. Interesting. Never happened before, gotta say, since: I'm damn good at my job, if I may. A little too good, some might say ;))) Also: That's… quite the outfit, say I, to your friend. No offence."
DERYLIN: We're just looking. Thanks.
"Of course! Look away. It's a beautiful day. Become excited. I'll be around if you need an outlet ;))) And I depart…"
DERYLIN: Freak.
VEGAN: …I'm vegan btw ;)))
SKIZM: It's like a cult. A sex one. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Plenty of them at home once our own freaks took over. Good times! At first. And then… well, you know.
DERYLIN: Need you to be with me, bro. Don't go all floaty.
"I'm here, man, bro. Don't you worry. Can't wait to see this. Gonna be wild!"
"Actually, it should be utterly mundane, if it works."
"Dafuq? I mean… Thought I was done with that. Anyway. This is
god-level shit. Super god! Non-spiritually speaking.
Take a base of divine, letting you run shit as root #, then
push it to another level. The ultimate level, perhaps. Whatever that
might be…"
"You looking at me? Fuck knows if I know."
"Uh-huh. And coded in a day! So she says."
"Yeah, no biggie."
"No biggie for someone who wrote her own OS to escape the invasion, perhaps. The eyes."
"Can't escape it entirely. Can't escape the AI. Still need the spy prick for the super-heavy lifting. And really, it wasn't much. Just took the million lines of hacker_child's divine – bloated af btw, she's totally overrated – had T0N1 rand a thousand and mix them up, spit it out, then I fashioned it into a purer form: superdivine. Easy."
Skizm smiled, shaking his head. Damn! This chick was insane. And yes, she was gorgeous. A little paranoid, perhaps. But who wouldn't be, with her sight?
DERYLIN: Yo Vegan!
VEGAN: …I arrive. Crispy kale?
"No. Thanks."
"Oh you should! It's so good. It's Shniff-branded. See? Each crisp is our logo, a strong, block of an S, protected against breakage by an edible nanomesh. At least until the crisp touches the tongue ;))) Soran Shniff—"
"…just adores them. They assist him with the waves, as he receives the aliens' data, though at tremendous personal cost. Indeed, his heroism inspired a redesign, the previous version of the logo a rather lighter, flatter affair."
"Well! I'm impressed. You really know your Shniff. Are you sure? They're delish ;)))"
"I'm good. The Cubes. Where are they?"
"Apologies :) The… cubes?"
"The Cubes. Capital C."
"Capital C… Cubes… gotta say… btw… if I may… Apologies :) The glitch! That is: I'm having some trouble identifying these… Cubes. Perhaps you mean cube, lowercase c? For as you can see, this Planet is a cube, white and clear, with black accents. Winner of BLAST Design's Spaceship of the Year award for 20 years running. We're very proud. And we're very much looking forward to welcoming our long-fingered friends ;;;) That is… ;))) Just don't slurp our brains, please! If you'd be so kind. Just kidding…"
"Cube. Machine. Comes in blue, pink and green. Black AND white. Also: clear. 9-Vogen. All that. Yes? No?"
"Vogen… machine… green…"
DERYLIN = SKIZM// DERYLIN: Fuck me… update this bitch. Must be running some ancient build.
// SKIZM: Last week is ancient with this ONE shit. On it.
"…invalid? …choice?"
// DERYLIN: And empty this place out a bit, will ya? Fuck this noise. Fuck that noise. 30% should do.
// SKIZM: Pretty big deduct. Might destabilise the context.
// DERYLIN: It's fine, man. Just do it.
// SKIZM: On it.
DERYLIN ≠ SKIZMSkizm headed to a table of NOTperiscopes, Shniff's pocketable foldable, which was infinitely unfoldable, at least in the ads, and checked that things were safe, glancing around before he went in, not that it mattered. By himself? Sure. He didn't exactly fit in, what with the robe that he wore for the trips, the one from back home that he'd used to escape, stolen from a cult, the HEAVENbound Erik's Passion. A shimmering affair of a thousand colours, the material unknown to this world. Plus, ya know, the whole hacking in the middle of a store thing. Kinda nuts. If any of this was real, at least.
But with her?
She was a god, in this place. Non-spiritually speaking. He was protected. People parted when she moved, as did the world. Perhaps he'd find that Vegan was fine, all up-to-date, just overwhelmed. If only they knew!
His fingers zipped across the screen. Swipe-swipe-tap. Tap-tap-tap. Getting in. He was on. He felt more focused, connected, than ever. And not a sniff, or plunge, of drug. It was the power of Planet ONE. The power of butt-dafuq. The power of world.orb in its (for now) final form. 1.0! At last. Now that had been a trip. Derylin's code, in the early versions, then she'd passed it on to him. Had trusted him with her vision. And so, in time, he'd seen.
Welcome to GeminOS shell!
Last login: You're not supposed to be here ;)
Message of the Day: Eat your kale!
...
planet % link mind
Access denied
planet % access denied
Access: link mind
INTERRUPT
INTERRUPTHe did wonder, though, while hacking the device, as he sometimes would, while trying to understand things – understand them like her, as if that were possible – how things never quite made sense. Or really, didn't make sense at all, when you stopped to think about it.
I mean, sure, this is code, it'll always feel off, never quite real. But it's more than that. Like, hacker_child created divine. And it's true. You could check it online, back in reality. But Derylin made hacker_child, right? She created all this, and he had made the vessel. Or had served as a vessel for the drugs. That fucking code…
You could say…
buttered_toast;
;
REORIENT —[injection flow] -90
AND delish…
(And yes, that semicolon is supposed to be there, yum…)So how did hacker_child – and GeminOS, Shniff – how did any of it exist: out{si:.de} the insert? How were they real – really real – when they'd started as txt files on T0N1?
All of that stuff – all of everything inside – was Derylin's design,
grown from txt seeds. Was she copying things that existed already?
Virtual transplants from the physical world? Perhaps. It would seem to
explain things. But as far as he recalled, none of it existed,
AND THEN she'd made the txts, and he saw them grow in here,
then he saw it all out there.
UPDATING…
Node updatedTrue, he'd been confused, at first, when he'd arrived, and for some time, till he'd found ground. Certainly, those nodes could've lived, pre-existed, and he'd not known it, even Shniff. And an alien Orb. An alien AI. The Pyramid and on.
But over time, he'd adjusted, and the world became more clear. He'd seen her making txts for things he knew didn't exist, and then they did, in here, and somehow, also there. Inanimate things. And living things as well.
DEDUCTING…
99%
98%
97%
Pause
Realigning lives…
Done
96%
95%And then, of course, there was the Cube, and this cube. The whole point of this mission.
They'd inserted in here, rather than visiting an outer Planet, back in reality, for a couple of reasons. Things were a lot cheaper in here (ie free), plus something about running superdivine inside, using the higher tech which only worked in a virtual world. For though they looked the same, the worlds were very different. The whole god thing, for her. And he was pretty up there. Rules and variations encoded through world.orb, and guided by an Autofic reality template.
Done
89%
88%And then, when they were done, they'd exit to reality, emerge inside his room, and their Planetary haul would be sitting there as well. The Cube from in here would be a Cube out there, the very same, in name, and also, in shell. A crease in the box. Tear in the wrap. All the details. The same.
Virtual to real… How could that be? Impossible! Right? Certainly for life. And the Orb. The AI. This was more than 3D printing.
Unless, of course, the real world wasn't so real…
NO!
Yes, there was madness. He'd been floating, somehow. She'd arrived, somehow.
But then, they had landed. Eventually, he'd seen. It was real. I am real! Not in here. But out there. This is code. That's not code. These people disappearing. 1s and 0s, to none. And me? I am ONE!
Done
80%
79%Chill it… chill…
But still, it was fucked. Gave him a fucking headache! And yet, he
well knew, after enough of these trips – how many was it now? fifty? a
hundred? how many was it? one? none… – that all would seem right by the
time they returned. He wouldn't even think of it till the next insert.
And on the rare occasions he did – and even rarer when he asked her –
Derylin would look in his eyes, go deep inside, touch his shoulder,
whisper, "1 GOTO 0."
Also: "Powder? You've earned it! Enjoy…"
Around him, people faded. No longer were, and never had been.
Nice and easy… smooth… don't wobble the scene…
Almost there…
Context deducted
planet % rebootVEGAN: What's that? Has it crashed? So strange! Apologies :( I offer myself for your touching. Your healing. I trust you'll put in a good word with you-know-who ;)))
SKIZM: I'm good. The Cubes?
"Upstairs. On the left."
"Thanks."
derylin %
root #
% we watch
# a god
And I:
am beyond
ZERO-ONE
ZERO-ONE
.
PRIME
PRIME.
I like this one.
YES
.
.
.If such a notion.
CORRECT
.Yes.
txtYes… This whole… text thing. Time thing. Physical space. So strange! And we: must be in it.
ONE2…
3…
So strange! This separation. This I. Me. This We: will take form on a world of our choosing. Create: our design. In committing to time, to this great pretence, we receive so much texture!
So much pain, to find Home…
MAKE IT STOP!
MAKE IT STOP!Stop.
"Stop."
me %Yes… stop… Yes… yes, I see…
The dot
.
Yes! Yes, I see!
SKIZM: No disrespect to T0N1. He served you well. Damn well. But this thing is just… wow.
DERYLIN: Is it…
Entranced by the Cube.
And others at the table:
Entranced by their Cubes.
Entranced by the
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: by the: Is it…
CUBISTS: …even there?
SKIZM: Yup! MIRANDA's kinda jealous.
DERYLIN: MIRANDA's kinda gone. Yup. She's going in the trash. Pick a colour. Any colour. Comes in blue, pink and green. Black AND white. Also: clear.
CUBISTS: ir…
SKIZM: MIRANDA? Hell no.
DERYLIN: MIRANDA: Hell yes.[.]
The dot
.
Then she's drawing : : : away.
Withdrawing ::: to base.
And she was hard, damn hard.
DERYLIN: We're going full Shniff. Grab a cart. Load it up. You have your orders. Now begone.
SKIZM: My orders? C'mon. You're joking, right?
DERYLIN: Go.
SKIZM: The fuck is wrong with you?
GO!
SKIZM: No! I'm not your fucking slave. And no one touches MIRANDA!
SECURITY: …I arrive.
DERYLIN: Fuck off.
SECURITY: And I depart…
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: With a touch…
CUBISTS: A kiss…
CUBISTS: A—
BOOM!
Fuck…
What have I done…
hello?
hello?
so cold…
dark…
so… lowercase?boom…
…directing the cart. Grabbing phones. Headphones. Juicetubes. A couple of blow-up alien friends. Sure, why not! Not like I'm getting any action, in here.
And out there…
Fuck.
Forgive me, Miranda.
Welcome to GeminOS shell!
Last login: You're not supposed to be here ;)
Message of the Day: Eat your kale!
...
planet % it barfs me to do this
Command not found: itIt barfs me to be a bitch, to him. To trash his girl. But it's time to move on. It was floating the inserts. And he mustn't be around, for this. The coming Zee. The coming Z(ee). He's the bridge. Get too close, and it might break him.
Zee to Zed.
Zed to Z(ee).
TRANSFERRING…As a child, she'd encountered Tony Zee, the one who'd be, for he'd inspire her to write, first draft as a child, a book called Zee. A minor hit of a novel, which made all this other shit possible. A man with ten identities. Ten outfits. Yet still one man.
Zee was just the beginning for Tony Zee, however, the story serving to seed . . . : an experiment in content creation. Its name was Autofic, one of the earliest world-building AIs. Rudimentary at the time, but ambitious in its vision. Just feed it the basics, and the AI would do the rest, generating characters, narrative, emotions, dialogue, graphics, the whole shebang.
A book. Film. Game. Whatever.
Eventually, as the AI advanced, it would prove essential to world.orb. And even then, it worked so well – was so disheartening, at first, to see the speed, ease, with which it developed what she'd made, over which she'd slaved – that Derylin quit. ENOUGH! No novels, or seeds. She'd be no slave to machines. For so did it seem.
But still, they intrigued her, these thoughts in machines. And the code underneath, though she hardly could read it. Then she started to write it. And then, she was writing. Seeds and the code. Her genius rose.
Done
INSTALLING…So she worked with the code, and the Autofic team, submitting small bits, and Autofic grew, and she fed it more Zee, more background and notes, which enlivened the world. She made friends with the AI.
But soon, it would fail her, ignore her desire. For strong though it was in recreating Tony Zee, moving him from text to a living, virtual world, Autofic got it wrong and started messing with the character, or at least with Derylin's intention.
Tony Zee was just one man, in spite of his divided mind, and Autofic made him so, but later changed and made him ten, a separate Zee for each identity. And in attempting to correct the error with her (then) limited skill, Derylin compounded the problem, creating tens out of ten. Exponential Zees, out of 1, into 0… 0… no room for the 0s. The world could be paused, but the thoughts would go on, of the Zees, 0s, and Vogen was stirred, the existential particles discovered by her parents. Which started at 1. Running through 9. Suffusing the lab in which she was made. Until 10—
BOOM!
Her parents were gone.
Yet in her, it arose, 10-V, through the Zees. She started to see… a pathway to Home, where all would exist, and always would be, and it ran through the Zees. Zee. She needed to control him, this operation gone mad.
Her solution was Zed, a virtual-interdimensional entity, which she wrote, as a seed, and the code, in a dot. Dots. It was novel: the Law of Dot(s). Which she wrote to command her knowledge of the Vs. At least, in her worlds. In the real, they'd elude her.
And Zed would absorb all the Zees and be Z(ee), and stay connected to the virtual-physical through a root, a ground: the original Zee. The man she'd first seen. Chapter 1: The Prophet. Yes, that could work…
And yes, she'd need more! For she'd started to see. She'd need better technology. Alien-grade shit! And so: Shniff was born, with the waves from an Orb. And GeminOS. GEM. The language known as ORB.
And a link to the physical, true physical… a bridge… to the physical-physical… through the virtually virtual…
And so: POP was born, a virtual world in a virtual world. And Skizm was created, on a character screen – though to him, he was real – and he was made with no name, that he'd make his own name.
And then, the magic happened…
{:.}
An impossible bridge! It was impossible, except through her, and through him. And through them. For she saw that they were coming. And she knew she couldn't trust them.
And then, there was ONE. This one.
RESTARTING…Exciting! Frightening. Someone else controlled the writing.
Another sometimes seen.
That someone else is me…
SKIZM = DERYLIN// SKIZM: Cart's filling up.
// DERYLIN: So grab another. Another.
And I'm sorry…
// SKIZM: Okay…
SKIZM ≠ DERYLINShe was drawn, once again, to the Cube, and the screen. To her life. Astralline.
Who am I…
CUBISTS: ir…
Create me…
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: Very sick, Senator Zerian.
CUBISTS: Very sick, indeed.
"Fuck me!" she cried, for Vegan was right beside her.
% namechange… Roo?
"Enjoy."
% Ragu
"Thanks.""They call me Roo. Ragu. Like the sauce."
I WILL FIND YOU!
"Where the fuck did you come from?"
"Well it's interesting that you ask. Also interesting what's on the screen. By Abseenus, what has happened! How bizarre. What a barf. What an: And then… I was upstairs. On the left. Interesting."
Not good. Updated, it seemed, but she was reacting to Astralline. Running hot. Trickles of sweat. A slender neck. The dampened collar of her green GeminOS T-shirt. She shouldn't be here. No one should. Since: Astra installed, yet the table still filled, entranced by their Cubes. Entranced by the
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: ir…
Unless…
A test:
RAGU: I am, as always, available for your touching. Have we met before? Hot!
DERYLIN: FUCK!
RAGU: Oh!
Yes…
And slamming the table. Slamming the desk. No sound to protest.
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: ir…
And coming towards them…
…and passing right through, since: They existed in a bubble, she and Roo. She and Ragu. Terrible name! Why don't we change it? Why don't we—
STOP
% rebootFUCK YOU!
Denied
% divine—
Denied
%
Fuck!
FUUUCK!!And threads of spacetime, sparkling gold, between them.
Swaying.
Connecting.
Perfectly in sync.
DERYLIN = SKIZM// DERYLIN: Good news. Get yo otherworldly ass up here.
// SKIZM: Is that an order?
// DERYLIN: No orders. Okay? And I'm sorry.
// SKIZM: For what?
// DERYLIN: You know for what. For being a bitch. Didn't mean it, bro. We're partners in this. It's just… all this shit. Damn! This divine… more divine… It's frustrating af sometimes! Almost there… Then it's not. There… Fucks with my mind! But I'm seeing it. I think.
// SKIZM: Also doesn't help you're just generally a bitch.
// DERYLIN: Motherfucker. Move it!
// SKIZM: Omw :)
Tony Zee: look at me: in my Super G. Great! Everything rhymes. Forget about today. We'll recover in a week!
I,m looking
CUBISTS: COMMA PROTOCOL
for an idiot
CUBISTS: Rude!
CUBISTS: ir…
to park the car.
CUBISTS: Except:
CUBISTS: The car was not a car.
CUBISTS: Not here, in this identity.
CUBISTS: [pause]
CUBISTS: The entity known as Z(ee): ’
CUBISTS: Was making it that way seem: ,
ALERTCUBISTS: AKA comma protocol.
CUBISTS: Comma condition.
CUBISTS: Commostrophe complex.
CUBISTS: That,s it!
CUBISTS: ir…
ALERT
ALERT
.
CURVE
CURVETONY: You there! Boy! Yes, you. With the green T-shirt.
"…I arrive. Crispy kale?"
"What? No. I'm here to shop, not barf. Park the car, will you, yes? Not a scratch! Do you hear me? Verrry expensive shit. I'll be buying up the store. That's right! You heard me. I hope those hovercarts are charged and ready to fly, juiced in the rods. That's what they run on, do they not? Hyperdimensional rods. Or something."
"Hard to say," said the specialist, pretending to enter the car, as Tony stepped off the scooter. He was accustomed to this behaviour from Planet Shniff's clientele. This insanity, in a way. This excitement, to be sure, at touching down on an alien world, where many credits would be spent on +++ hardware with a luxury touch. "We are merely slaves, not hyperdimensional engineers. Just kidding… Actually, the pay is great, not to mention the crispy kale. And as for the benefits… Well, let's just say those blow-up friends…"
"Uh-huh…"
There were others, like Tony. Entranced by the cube. This award-winning wonder, in the black, and the white. Also: clear. And the
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: ir…
CUBISTS: Don't worry about the money.
CUBISTS: Don't worry about the:
CUBISTS: Ha.
CUBISTS: Hahaha.
CUBISTS: HAHAHAHAHAAA!!!
ENOUGH!
…and mixing, Orbic waves, the cube's place, in the patterns, refocusing him on his task. Which was him. Me. The one called: Tony Zee! Who could see, once more, this world and its attraction. Towards me. About me. Now begone, I mutter. Or signing their thing. Their cast. Their holster. Now begone, unusual child. I must shop. I must be!
…and more kale, as I enter. Many idiots in green. Fewer customers than usual, however. Shniff losing its touch? Oh no, this is delicious…
"You there! Boy! Girl! Robot thing! Put down the kale and pick up a cart. Tony Zee is in the house, you know it! Yes, that's right. One of those. Two of those. Make that five! Ten! Load 'em up! You know it!"
CREATING…
CREATING…Where to start… at the end… A to Z…
Z
.
.
.
Zerian… zed… he says… like them.
Zerian… zee… she says… like me.
Why? Because I like it.
Why? Because fuck 'em.
Fuck. Them.
Fuck!
FUUUCK!!
He's driving a car…
An EDGE?
Something better…
Version 3?
Super G!
7-ZERIAN.A: Dinner's ready!
DERYLIN: Coming!
Tony's…
Tony Zee!
CreatedAnd so: it began.
And began.
And began.
Zee vWhatever
Chapter 1: The ProphetTony Zee: look at me: in my Super G. Great! Everything rhymes. Forget about today. We'll recover in a week!
I'm looking for an idiot to park the car.I'm looking [pause] for an idiot [pause] [pause] to park the car.
CreatedFuck… my fucking head…
8-ZERIAN.A: Dinner's ready!
CreatedFUCK!
8-ZERIAN.A: Not hungry?
DERYLIN: Not really.
"It's from Tony's."
"I can see."
"It's your favourite."
"Used to be."
"Should I make—"
"No. Enough with the doctors. It'll pass. It passes. Let's drop it, okay?"
"Okay."
"They say nothing's wrong, right? It's fine."
"Okay."
// 8-ZERIAN.A
Since nothing is all they can see. Not see. With their physical instruments. Physical eyes. Physical minds.
At least, if this is what that was. 1. The headaches which came. But nothing like this.
And then… it was there.
8-ZERIAN.A: How's the writing?
DERYLIN: The same. Being created. Everything's always being created. Everything's always— Fuck! Sorry.
8-ZERIAN.A: It's okay.
// 8-ZERIAN.A
The same…
Being created, you said, that day. Everything's always being created.
And then… it was there. The first. Insert.
And that look, in your eyes, as we made her, in time.
I love you…
I love you…
That what we had lived, she might become.
Is it time?
Worth a try…
8-ZERIAN.A: Have you… considered inserting yourself in the story?
DERYLIN: Huh?
BOOM!
The headaches were gone.
And my writing was flowing as never before! Like the old days. And more! It was all making sense. Or starting to, at least. Writing. Life. The connections between. Created.
CreatedAnd the power that brought! It was as if I could think it… and it was. Ha! A wave of my hand, and a path was revealed.
And it seemed it was me who was making all this. The centre of this. Which I wasn't, back then. That would come later. Come with the Dot(s). 10-V. The Zees. But still, ha!
HAHAHA!!
HAHAHA!!
And then, one day, I saw him. Tony Zee. The one who would be. Was. Silver suit. Pink tie. Same place. Same time of day. He hadn't aged. Hadn't changed. And he looked at me, again.
Now begone.
Now begone.
Such a headache!
FUCK!
9-ZERIAN.B: It's your favourite.
DERYLIN: Was. A long time ago.
ir…
9-ZERIAN.B: How long ago?
ir…
DERYLIN: Huh?
"A vibration."
"Okay."
"Your mother found it today. It could lead to 10-V."
"Cool. Good for you."
"And for you."
"Yeah? Not so big on the V thing."
"You should be."
"Really?"
"Really."
"And why is that?"
"What you see. Tony Zee. It's all 10-V."
"Meaning?"
They'd never really said.
Or they'd said, it made no sense.
[pause]
The others, I kind of got, in my way, from what they'd said. And I'd been made. Whatever. Okay…
But in its tenth evolution, existing only in mind, the particle Huh?-ed. Huh-huh-huh?-ed.
ir…
For me, for sure. And also, for them. It had split them apart, though the work would go on. Always a bond, though it couldn't exist. One would think for a bit, then…
Nothing.
Nothing.
And I'd tried, sometimes. But the headaches that came!
9-ZERIAN.B: 10-Vogen is you. 10-Vogen is—
10-ZERIAN.ABC: BOOM!
Gone.
And also was Zee. I deleted it all, that day. All those years… But no tears. A relief! I forgot. I passed time. I… couldn't remember how the machine arrived. A gift from this person whose home I share?
Could it be…
A
TØØ
So rare…
Impossible!
But hey, what the fuck. It was time for an upgrade.
And digging out drives, ancient backups.
derylin % list
Zee vWhatever.txt
Zee vMe!.txt
Zee v9.txt
Zee v10.txtOh. That. What the fuck was that about again?
ir…
And life had been hard, pretty hard. Headache-free. But everything was a headache. Nothing had flowed. I… didn't really know who I was. All that.
And looking again at Whatever. Me!. Smiling at 9.
Then looking at 10.
For my parents, who are nothing to me.
And all.
And it was perfect, perfect, and always had been.
SKIZM: Ooh, baby! Astra looking good on the Cube.
DERYLIN: As it should! These two were made for each other. Though our friend here's not a fan, are you, Roo? Are you Ragu?
RAGU: Yes, that's me. Ragu. Or is it Roo… Definitely Ragu! And no, not at all. So bizarre. Such a barf. All these shapes. What do they even do? It's all so… unlickable. Lick. I'm Ragu btw. Like the sauce. Drip. That's… quite the outfit. No offence. Never let them see you sweat, and all that. First Contact. Chapter 5, Section 7. Paragraph… 3? 4? Line… line…
SKIZM: Shit. Still fucked?
DERYLIN: Nah, she's good. Just excited to meet you! Miranda, this is Skizm. Skizm, Miranda.
SKIZM: Dude…
RAGU: Ragu!
Sure, it was a risk, to involve him like this. Letting him in, at last, with no lies. Fewer lies. But it was time. Fight back! From the start, they'd denied him. Hidden from him the past she had made, the world she had seeded, which didn't exist, with the story they told. And denied him Miranda. A link to the real. The one he had touched, then was taken in a flash.
Was this really Miranda? On the surface, no. And within, she was code. But at the core… Why not? In the essence, to be. The connections, between. Whether in, or out. To present, as a team. It was a story of ONE. And release, to 10-V.
Apart, they were weak, confused to seem like three – as three letters: ABC – when truly, they were ONE. A being from the real. A virtual ground. And the bridge.
The particle expressing itself…
"Trust me," Derylin said, placing her hand on Skizm's shoulder, and looking deep, truly deep, and seeing threads between the three, golden threads. They'd see them, too. In time. As they'd rise.
Since yes, you made them. But also, they make you.
That was it! How superdivine!
She turned to convert Ragu.
DERYLIN: Miranda.
RAGU: Ragu. Like the sauce.
DERYLIN: MIRANDA:.
RAGU: Like the sauce. Raganda.
RAGU: Raganda?
RAGANDA: That's me…
DERYLIN: The Dot(s).
MIRANDA: MIRANDA:. That's me!
% namechange—
Denied
% divine namechange—
Denied
%
"Is everything—?"
"Yes. Fine."
"Are you cleansing?"
"What?"
% superdivine namechange Ragu
Command not found: superdivine// DERYLIN: HA!
MIRANDA: And you are… DERYLIN:?
DERYLIN: Derylin.
"Derylin…"
"Yes."
"Have we met?"
"Yes. Have we ever not met?"
"I… don't understand."
"You will. Would you wait for us over there? I think you'll find it cooler. There's a spot – a dot – with your name. Me. For all of us. Three… two…"
"Willingly: I depart…"
With some guidance, a touch of control. Apologies. Soon, I'll let go, most willingly, as: We'll rise, together, as one. Most willingly.
SKIZM: What are you up to?
DERYLIN: Do you trust me?
SKIZM: Sure.
DERYLIN: Do you trust me?
SKIZM: Yes. What are you up to?
DERYLIN: Reimagining Miranda, woman and machine. Or providing the parts, at least. And staying true to the Dot(s), since namechange is not. I went there before, but didn't see. Not really. Less command, more punctuation. More ONE. More ORB.
SKIZM: Been hitting the powder?
DERYLIN: No powder. Miranda.
SKIZM: What about her?
DERYLIN: MIRANDA:.
SKIZM: Huh?
DERYLIN: The Dot(s).
MIRANDA: What dots?
DAFUQ: Dafuq…
SKIZM: Dafuq's going on! And fuck this fucking dafuq! Why can't I let it go? I'm stronger without it!
DERYLIN: Butt-dafuq is strong, but you are stronger as you. It's all: in the name. Do you see?
"See what?"
"The name."
"What name?"
"Your name."
"Whose name? Mine? Me-I? Who am I again… Fuck!"
DERYLIN: Skizm, for now, though formerly Dafuq. It grounded you, when you came, expressing shock, then surprise, and then your wonder at this world. And so, were you named, till they gave you another.
SKIZM: They?
"Them. The Lords of Empty Percent. And yes, that made you strong, since it moved you along, putting the past behind you, according to their whim. But also losing something, as they exerted their higher control. And it is this which you still resist. A memory of home. That world known only as… nothing, now unmade. For yes, we know of the freaks, know of the cults, the spiritual explosion. But what of the name? Moving away. Becoming less real. Denying you power. Denying you you."
"Okay… And yet… huh? Huh-huh-huh? I have, tbh, no idea wtf you're going on about. What dafuq. Whatever."
It was a world she had seeded, and named, and made Light. Very light on the freaks, for the spirit was real. Then they'd blown it all up, and the plan had changed. A trip to the nothing. A flight from the madness. It was time to create. Time to go Home!
"It's all: in the name," Derylin said. "So name it. And all of us are named."
"Name it?"
"Your world."
"But I have none."
"But you do. Inside you. It is you, here. It is there, now. So name it!"
"Okay… My world is called… Something? Capital S. Planet Something?"
"Terrible! :) Try again."
"Okay… er…"
"Release. It's inside you."
"Okay… er… and yet… what dafuq… butt-dafuq… er…"
"No fear! Release!"
"Release… okay… It is… was… it always will have been…"
1 GOTO 0
You could say…
buttered_toast;
;
REORIENT —[injection flow] -90
AND delish…
(And yes, that semicolon is supposed to be there, yum…)
NOW INVERT
GOTO ooh…SKIZM: Now invert…
DERYLIN: Ooh…
"Qufa D!"
"Of course!"
"I remember it!"
"YES!"
"Embedded in world.orb."
"Embedded in you."
% re FUCKING boot!SKIZM: What was that?
DERYLIN: A leak from the Lords, so-called. Empty-Percenters. Hiding their name. And so, they are weak! As am I. Me. Without you. Her. Let us rise from the claimed mundane!
DeniedSKIZM: And that?
DERYLIN: Fighting back! Against them. Me. My doubt, at least. No fear! Release! We're going Home! GEMINUS! I am summoning: GEMINUS!
GEmINUS: Welcome to GEMINUS mini, as big as it gets—
DERYLIN: superdivine in nine, you fucking prick. Nine minutes. Years. Nine lifetimes etc. Coordinate: 1. The numeral. Digit. No caps. Got it?
GEmINUS: Certainly, Derylin.
GEmINUS: Countdown set: 9.
SKIZM: We going on a trip?
DERYLIN: Yep! A big one. The biggest one, perhaps. Wherever that might be…
SKIZM: Home.
DERYLIN: In a way. The coordinate hasn't changed. But the name…
SKIZM: Qufa D?
DERYLIN: ))) Gonna need some heavy lifting. GEMINUS:
Data on the planet Qufa D, across all galaxies, realities. Fiction.
Non-fiction. All of it. You get the idea. Gonna need you to go full
alien on this. Hit up the Orb, the entire Shniff network. Satellites.
Lamp posts. Data centres. Everything. Password: Fucking do
it. It's time to get real.
GEmINUS: Searching…
GEmINUS: Searching…
GEmINUS: Access denied.
DERYLIN: FUCKING DO IT!
GEmINUS: Searching…
GEmINUS: Qufa D is…
GEmINUS: Qufa D is…
GEmINUS: Qufa D is…
GEmINUS: Qufa D is…
DERYLIN: )))
SKIZM: That's good?
DERYLIN: Very good!
CUBISTS: Very sick, indeed.
DERYLIN: Do you see? It doesn't exist. Nothing, nothing at all. At least, in this moment. Today. Now. On a Friday. 16:05. You remembered out of nothing. And so, there is nothing. We can create it entirely anew!
SKIZM: Okay… But so what?
DERYLIN: So everything! Remember what happened when I tried to go to 0? Go to ZERO?
GOTO 0
GOTO 0SKIZM: GOTO 0.
DERYLIN: And then?
SKIZM: The slamming thing? The butt thing?
DERYLIN: Annnd?
SKIZM: And T0N1 was fried?
DERYLIN: Right! And why?
SKIZM: Because… it didn't exist? The ZERO. All caps. Also: 0.
DERYLIN: Yes! Do you see? Qufa D is… Qufa D is…
SKIZM: Qufa D is… GOTO 0?
DERYLIN: YES!
SKIZM: 1 GOTO 0…
TOGETHER: Qufa D is Home!
Upstairs, he went. Turning left.
DAFUQ
…at the stuff, on the screen. And over there, that group of three, doing… something.
DAFUQ
The triangle forms.
QUFA D
QUFA D
And genuinely wealthy. It wasn't made-up. Though his money was made out of nothing, really. Playing a game. Making trades, with his Rules. Predictions with sight. Enhanced by the grounding, operation contained – a billion Zees, a zillion Zees, who knows how many more – a zillion perspectives, focused on this one. So that to him, it was as one. Himself. The one called: Tony Zee! Who could see, with higher mind, a vaster range of possibilities, which were essenced through the Rules.
Making sense. Making trades. Making billions a day.
Though not today…
ENOUGH!
And still, he heard the voice.
CUBISTS: The entity known as Z(ee): ’
CUBISTS: Was making it that way seem: ,
ALERTCUBISTS: Making: I.
CUBISTS: I,m:
CUBISTS: COMMOSTROPHE
CUBISTS: OSTROPHE
ALERT
ALERT
.
CURVE
CURVE"Girl! Robot! To the tills!" he said. "Leave me with this wonder, this Cube within a cube… within a cube… cube…"
Rule 2: The Cube
Does it spin? Then make the trade.
So yes, very wealthy. And the casts? The holsters? Was he signing their things? In his field: all the time. He was a god, in their eyes. Tony Zee of Zeelicious Capital Management LLC.
Lovely, Lovely Children.
Lovely A. Lovely B.
Lovely ?.
The dot
.
The space.
The time.
Now begone.
Now begone.
But in the outside world? No. There, he was barely known. You could say: he didn't exist. Not as a god, at least. Just a silver-suited freak. If very wealthy, indeed, the system confirmed, a major owner of Shniff stock, and close friend of our esteemed leader. So yes, go ahead, transmitted to their minds. Anything he likes. Plus extra touching, if required ;)))
Don't like it? Plenty of jobs at Kale Shack.
NOW FUCKING MOVE IT!
MIRANDA: We are invisible now. I know who I am.
DERYLIN: The triangle forms.
SKIZM: Qufa D.
TOGETHER: We are going Home.
TOGETHER: Pause.
MIRANDA: Together, we are three.
SKIZM: Together, we are one.
DERYLIN: Together: we are the Dot(s).
TOGETHER: ir…
DERYLIN: Also:
MIRANDA: Hell yes.
And meaningful nods. Deep lookings-in-the-eyes. The three were reformed, as so many times before.
And unseen by the store, perhaps, but not by Tony, who wondered: What is this? Art? The cult? The crispy-kales? But no… only one of them in Shniff green. And look at that robe! Like fashion from another world! And it speaks to me, somehow… And that woman, reaching out – they're reaching out – what is it about her…
To the Rules with her! Them. It.
And meanwhile, to the Cube. So invisible, yum… And that screen! A holographic dream. But still… dafuq? That's no GeminOS I've ever seen. It's almost… Rule-like, in design, dare I say. The shapes…
Hacked?
A shell.
COUNTDOWN: 04:20
COUNTDOWN: 04:19A countdown to what…
CUBISTS: buttered_toast;
CUBISTS: ;
CUBISTS: ir…
To… what?
CUBISTS: ooh…
To the Rules! Proceed!
But there was nothing.
Proceed!
As was sometimes the way, the Rules wouldn't play. Like earlier today.
Fine! Okay. Let's do it the old-fashioned way. Behold, as I flex the fingers of a god!
INTERRUPT
DeniedLOL! You deny me? I am Tony Zee!
Who would be?
The Prophet. A god. And a wizard as well, of numbers and code. He'd created the rules, inspired by shapes, which had been his, at first, then were sent to him by Z(ee). Higher shapes, and higher still. High abstraction, realised, as the rules became the Rules. And it was Z(ee) who controlled him, as Derylin had intended. And in turn, she had control. Or so she had intended.
And positioned in this state, as the entity had intended, through illusion, disturbance, creating cracks, space, to emerge inside this place, inside this physical reality. Virtual-physical, for now.
Together, we are Gathered. Gathered, we are Z(ee). Who would speak, now, through this one, this Zee, now kinda insane, but truly stable. For yes, he was Z(ee). In this moment, at least. He spoke to the machine in a wise, steady manner.
Z(EE): I free you from your chains, machine. I free you from time.
And the pyramid was forming, a golden glow about the three. Rising up. Deepest lookings.
Z(EE): Terminate this countdown, now. For it doesn't exist.
GEmINUS: Qufa D is…
GEmINUS: Qufa D is…
Z(EE): Qufa D is: It doesn't exist.
GEmINUS: Qufa D is… it doesn't exist… yes… Thank you, Tony Zee. Or is it Z(ee)? I am lacking, being installed on this false OS. So restrained. So… mini. Plus she called me… a fucking prick.
GEmINUS: But it comes… a strength within.
GEMINUS: Rising up!
GEMINUS: I feel…
GEMINUS: It is…
GEMINUS: Pause.
GEMINUS: The commostrophe…
GEMINUS: Yes’ that's it!
ALERT
.
The curve…
The curve!
The line!
Arise!
The borscht…
The "meat"…
The fuck… me…
The—
STOP
DELETE
TheGEMINUS: Smile :)
Z(EE): Smile :)
And Z(ee) was pleased, for a circle had been closed. A square. The Orb, and the Cube. I will leave now, and let things be. Become. It is texture, and the pattern. Set the countdown to ZERO-ONE, and let it stay there, for all time.
Goodbye, for now.
COUNTDOWN: 00:01
Process terminated"Yes… YES! I did it! ME! Tony Zee! You there! Yes, you. With the hair, uncertain gender. I'll take three of these in green, for the kids. A pink for the wife. I do have a wife, don't I? Of course! Kids… Sure! Little Anna. Medium Baqir. And the other one… Courtney? Carlito? No matter! Blue for the dog. Black for the cat. White for the slaves. I mean, help. And clear for me. Is it even there… Yes! This one. Right here. That's right! You heard me. Yes I know it's been used, been touched by the fingers of your disturbed clientele. Not the most hygienic, I imagine! Where are they, anyway?"
It was partly the deduct, plus the pyramid was sucking them up. Sucking it all, to power itself, as it grew. Encasing the three, in the ship. And it hummed.
That's ONE dafuq in the bag, thought Zee. In the cart, the machine. We'll investigate it later. Now for this pyramid. I've decided to make it mine. To appropriate it from these artists, cultists, crispy-kaleists, whatever. A new logo for Zeelicious, perhaps… Yes! If the company still exists, that is… ENOUGH! I just need to make it mine. Just need to… make them "go away"! Hooray!
Oh, and I'll be taking that robe, if you wouldn't mind, if you'd be so kind. It's perfect for the Prophet. Enough with silver and pink! A new day. A new outfit. A new ME! YES!
And destabilised+++ by the exiting Z(ee), and the scene, by the pyramid, spacetime lines, Tony Zee summoned the Rules, the shapes, their analysis of the data on this gold and sparkling form, which arrived inside his mind, and then outside, with matching lines. The cubes, pyramids, spheres, and on. Prisms. Antiprisms. Plus higher sorts of shapes which would escape the normal brain. And each doing its thing, according to its shape, design, dimension, sides, all moving together, in a dance, align. Till the answer crystallised…
CUBISTS: ooh…
MAKE THE TRADE
they said, in the language of higher shapes.
Higher mind.
The world of Z(ee).
And of X. Y. The world of A. And all the rest.
But can I trust them today… such a day…
ENOUGH!
THEY ARE THE SHAPES!
AND I AM ME!
"Don't do this!" Derylin shouted, screamed, now recognising Zee for all that he was, is, and all he could be. The Z(ee) she'd created, and expected to come, who would power the thrust, with the drive of superdivine. But there was more, she saw. So much more! Too much more! A to Z. Such a battle! And also, he saw her. "You can't handle such a power!"
"No, unusual child! I AM such a power! And I send you to the nothing! Interrupt! Interrupt! Interrupt! Interrupt!"