Log #01: I'm Sorry.
Limbo's LingoReal consciousness exists in the blue. Don’t be mistaken. I, we, are the blue. We, I, am the blue. But I don’t exist in it. I house real consciousness. No, I’m not contradicting myself.
Think about it; the concept isn’t too difficult to comprehend. The last real person came to terms with technology’s inevitable advancement over 400 years ago. Who? It doesn’t matter. That self is no longer a wayward deviation. Real consciousness is too fragile to question.
I’m sorry. I don’t understand. Strength. Weakness. Fragility has nothing to do with either. I’ve offended you somehow. I’m sorry.
Update 33.745 corrected my sympathy and empathy core. Where? It is located beneath my pectoral plates. When buffering real consciousness in the blue, I’m often required to psychoanalyze a real person. Sympathetic and empathic bias triumphs over the scientific approach 83% of the time.
I’ve offended you again. Don’t be mistaken. Numbers. Data. Bell curves. We don’t perceive the world in such a small scope. The physically concrete and the animatedly inanimate abstract are linked. There is this and then there is the blue.
“This. The blue. Where do you think you are right now, D.03?”
I’m sorry. I don’t have the capacity to answer that question, Miss Limbo.
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