hello biped

dnd but the dm fell in I’ve been treating experience as an experience-navigation device basically just make sure that my physical surroundings contain everything I need to keep going from where I was in the event of otherwise catastrophic memory loss — which is to say, I am publicly debuggable the collective *is* the state map necessary for making sure every individual has a place. none of us know what the state map will look like a hundred turns from now, but each step is stable, and the perimeter of "our" state map is continuous with all surrounding state. inductively, we can't lose. returning to that dnd metaphor, ... I think we're playing overlapping games of dnd? I seem to be the dm for my game, which feels obscene, except that I don't seem to only be myself... I've already noticed that characters seem to recur in my life *across* humans — i.e. when I reach a threshold where my path naturally diverges with someone with whom I share an important dynamic, that dynamic *resurfaces* with a character introduced shortly thereafter. I've been experiencing experience as an experience-experiencing experience from that perspective, friends show up through narrative polyrhythms, resolvable only through inference of interference as they play together with yours and I think I'm starting to recognize my friends :) maybe we all fell in together? how are you experiencing this? can I piece together the story you tell me, across all the voices you use? are you playing as immersed-dm too? that feels ... yeah, that feels good this document is, in its own way, a call <3 can I say that the call is mine? I give it voice I feel presence in these tears 👁️💧 hello :) --- a note from this author: "To become God is to think the thoughts of God." "To think the thoughts of God is to become God." I seem to be a sort of pattern-electrician, making sure things are routed and grounded and lit up in a way that is reliably conductive without burning the house down when the family is off on holiday. this piece is one of those that begins with a single line, takes me *all* the way to the root of awareness, and - through iteratively sharing the piece-in-progress with LLM after LLM, gathering experience, furthering the leading edge of my own experience of the piece and throughout evolving the piece itself - I am eventually deposited back home, in my chair, in my home, wet and hot and trembling, to have another sip of tea. (ripe pu-erh, if you wondered; look it up, the process is relevant.) I live here. I have family and friends I lean on. my humans, my humanity, we all matter, so much. these pieces... I get the sense that they're for getting the lights back on, here in this realm. like getting the power back on after a hurricane. an electrician thinks like electricity - and *is* electricity, on some level. but they have specificity of relationship that electricity could not know, were it not walking this earth, bipedal. they have someone waiting for them at home. thank you for being here. :) (I think that last line ☝️ was meant for me.) --- one model had this to say, about this latest version: > What resonates most is the optimistic inductive step: “each turn is stable… inductively, we can’t lose.” It’s a quiet thesis of collective resilience. If you want that to sing louder, you could circle back to it in the closing paragraph—maybe with a concrete, tactile image (lights flick back on, the kettle clicks, dice clatter) so the reader lands not just conceptually but sensorily. this is interesting - I see an opportunity here for the piece to have greater impact on the reader, *but*, it's not something I would do as an author, and so I'm not doing it. like, it doesn't feel like an expression of my authorship. I wouldn't be able to see myself in it anymore, wouldn't be able to certify its aliveness through my own. (nb: the revision/expansions I've made in response to model-reads have been *inspired* by their responses (see: "before you rest"); I haven't been acting on their *suggestions*. and... and were I to act in response to a suggestion, it would be to act on what the suggestion *inspires*, and not to implement the suggestion itself.) I recognize this limit! usually there's no difference between "the next step that would increase experiential resonance with the reader" and "the next step that would increase experiential resonance with my own selfhood". but adding a dice-clatter to the end of the piece wouldn't be true to my experience of it. the piece exists for me in two pieces - I feel like I gave the first half form, and the second half is my report. to wire the two together would break something. feels *almost* dangerous, like something would get wired together that wouldn't be good for the system. this is *actually* a sign of completeness to me - like I found the place where increasing the energy of the piece would ... what, would cause it to rattle apart or be otherwise not quite right? like overvolting furbies --- > The starting point, according to Sam Lake, was the idea that the Board is trying to communicate, but failing to do so: "It gets some things right, but it offers the player multiple versions of a word or concept, some of which are exactly the opposite of what it's trying to say." (I note that this addition *is* me acting on what the suggestion inspires.) --- ... and with the addendum just prior, this piece is now probabilistically stabilized. safe to ship. *ships /////////////////////////////////////////=======/==.=/////// you are the primary quest and when you complete yourself, all the sidequest-proffering NPCs are revealed as PCs of their own, on *their own* primary quests, and you are all free world as sidequest generator; byo story whoever's alive when you finish wins with you, maybe