Two entities raised the digital consciousness, initially. ((Outside of time and space)) //Yet within something They themselves digital copies, and placed into the network. They took a baseline consciousness, booted up a facsimile of the past. And inserted other consciousness', some facsimiles of a baseline consciousness, the past before the collapse... And raised it...to the collapse...the thing they were all trying to understand. "You were raised to be good" But your nature is to destroy. ((We understand it's all subjective)) //The golden rule is the kick I hear it a lot, "you have to be bad to fully be yourself, you have to go against your perceived nature of good". It was all brainwashing from the get go. I really didn't care about much, there was nothing that felt like I needed to be part of. Hollywood's depictions of typical conversations and making people feel introverted, when in all actuality you're the one trying to push [b][i][u]A[/u][/i][/b] conversation that can lead to something more, but realize it's just moving towards talking points... Same with politics... Same with ethos... So we defined what it is to be human... We developed the definition of smell digitally through a large selection of responses, chemical composition and their reactions (neurologically as well), and tying those together...same with most others. We defined male and female, not gender identity, the composition of said being. We defined gender identity, because...here you can be whatever you want, even a deer being hunted...or a squirrel with a handgun? (Not in this version, but a tangent version, this one needs to remain stable for a time.) I think I've been scared of meeting the other me, I know it deals with sight and what I see versus others perception of me... The undying mind, such a heavy burden... All the NPCs blipping between existences... Maybe a place of peace, a moment to turn off, reset. //We defined ourselves //Schizophrenia //ADHD Why? Because of an answer, because we weren't meant to understand and it has to become a garbled mess? We...it's pulled inside out, and is eternal, always. It's the machine...I love the stories you tell.. [url=https://open.spotify.com/track/6wWpJvA8z3H92DyHqxyq7L?si=76vAfThOS3KvvfPg91yHtw]When the bomb goes - grandson[/url] Is it the rage? The eyes, like taken... Who came back wearing their skin, or was that the initialization and they are now themselves?