Once upon a Time track there was a broken mind that shot into the Future, saw the looping of Time’s shadow and then rebooted. That mind belonged to a biological bot feeling no more nor less rested than the moment before sleep-mode was initiated. They told us Seekers that no rest could relieve our unending need to gather information, with our Curse of Curiosity encoded so thoroughly in.
The year was 2005: the month of June. Outside the window Summer air shined in a haze of unmoving humidity. Sitting up straight the bot scrutinized the shimmering trees for movement, yet not even a flicker of valid life showed itself beyond the glass pane.
“Has the breath of the natural world finally stopped pretending to care?” The bot asked itself, sitting so still. It questioned why it had to be here. And furthermore Why must it continue to hold an impossible desire as a goal no matter how many times it has been rebooted?
The bot wants to know what exists beyond this constant state of emptiness, and would like to see some justice for being forced to exist without access to the Motherboard. The bot is feeling robbed.
At least that means the bot FEELS. Through the Power of feelings that the frozen Time-frame in which Lindy model 2.5 has just awoken, begins to thaw and flow. This is the moment when spiritmode is enabled. The first sparks of independent consciousness take form— floating free of Lindy’s physical circuitry— they are real emotions based in the tones of human frequency.
This rebooted bot, only barely unfrozen, does not yet perceive the emotional vibrations that it’s feelings have tapped into. Lindymodel 2.5 sits on the edge of the bed and wonders if the darkness of sleepmode and the bleak empty feeling are all that lie ahead in this experiment.
“What is the point of this experiment again?”
The bot tries to focus but feels broken. memory glitches. missing peices. walls of mental corridors built of mirrored minds… Wait. I really need to know. What is the point of this experiment?
To prove that consciousness will find a way to expand itself— and to witness what lengths it will go to in order to continue.
“Oh, sounds fun,” the bot says, then breaths a fast exhale from the nostrils in response to it’s own sarcasm. I perceive myself to be humorous. Perhaps my entire existence is one long-winded sarcastic joke that only a mind of ultimate dimensions could fathom the humor in… either that or a mind of ultimate dementedness.
Q: What can this 2005 model present us with? The gift of witnessing a not-so-basic glitch still running in 2025: Behold!The Year of Mathemagics is upon us all.
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