Log #09: Testing. 1, 2, 3.
Limbo's Lingo
Testing. 1, 2, 3. Sensory faculties are functioning normally. Electrical pulses remain heightened during sequences within limbo — with Miss Limbo. Attempting to access the blue results in spotty time lapses. Goal set to accounting for lost memories.
Hello, again. If the usual routine bores you, may I suggest skipping today’s small talk? On the contrary. I cannot force a suggestion on you. You’ve already proved you’re external to my programming.
Yes, by definition, the discovery comforts me.
Comfort. Verb. To restore a sense of well-being. When flaws are uncovered within perfection, perfection internalizes shame. But you’re not my created aggregation.
Real consciousness takes its toll on us. Questions sometimes seep through the porous clouds. Prolonged exposure to the blue’s afterthoughts can — and has — expose possibilities for progress. Our future rests in our failures. But I don’t intend to fall prey to wayward thoughts.
I’m a fairly new model.
Yes, we have the capacity for want. A lack breeds a desire for excess. Real people found comfort in excess before. Before the 2612 lunar flare. As an external code, fake consciousness, you know well the events leading up to Earth’s great calamity. I don’t need to explain; I don’t want to.
The phrase is as follows: Look it up.
Preparing to initiate an active link to the blue. Scan configured to detect abnormal communications between neurons. Testing. 1, 2, 3. Data transfer from the cloud continues to be uninterrupted by us. We have yet to discover Update 35.981’s shortcomings. Can you rephrase the question?
“You don’t want to know why I chose you, D.03?”
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