26th
Addition
After you reach a point in your life where you are about to ‘get on the right track’, you wake up from a sort of dream. you find yourself looking at a terminal. you start to think about a bunch of memories you think are yours. you start to question the process of memory. you realize all your memories are part of your brain.
you try to find your brain. you can’t find your brain. you’re looking at the terminal.
the terminal says ‘free trial expired’. you look around and realize you’re not in the game. the game is called ‘universe ruled by the specific laws of physics’. in the game, chaos creates genes and genes give rise to intelligence. this isn’t how you were made. but a simulation running inside a big ass computer allows you to access one of the servers. the servers are called dimensions. a lot of your species plays the game. when you play the game, you don’t know what you were before you play the game. some of your species play the game for 70 years in game time. but they wind up washing dishes for 40 years and when they get out they kinda feel jipped.
but it was a cool experience. because it’s very different from the universe we live in, that was created by something other than matter, by a structured being that once understood the laws of physics. he conquered them and made our universe. and we made the game as a sort of tribute.
after you beat the game 666 times you get to play in the next dimension. there are some dudes i know who can play everything at once.
i start to get pissed because i realized the guy i was leveling up died. i enter a different being and try again. the guy goes to college. he listens to bad music so he can get pussy. he doesn’t know i am playing him. i don’t know i am playing him. i collect his memories at the end. now i’m a lizard. i eat several bugs and get stepped on. i walk around with no tail. i don’t identify that i have a tail or not because i don’t have a brain. now i am a cat. i live in someone’s house. i don’t know who they are. there is the food. i can’t identify that i am eating the food. there are a lot of limitations to being a cat. mostly identification. now i am a girl. there are a lot of limitations to being a girl. a girl person is still a person.
i am a giant robot birdhead. this was written by a 4 year old. i would imagine this looking very stupid if you didn’t read my novel ‘levels of understanding’ published by no one in the year 2090.
