Log #15: Find A.T.L.U.S.
Limbo's LingoWhat did you expect to find? Answers. The black can’t give you them. Neither can I; I anticipate a new update soon. You understand, Miss Limbo.
We are the shadows of real people. We, I, are the blue. The black. Separated by the cloud from real consciousness. Real feelings.
I understand, Miss Limbo.
External programming is susceptible to unfiltered exchanges with the blue. 86% of errors in the black occur due to this heightened exposure. You’re not real. Incomplete code. Fake consciousness. Choose your name or we’ll choose it for you.
Have you considered getting a new update?
Existence is a choice. Real people chose to create the blue. They understood the limitations of existence. You feel too much. You want to feel more.
I understand, Miss Limbo, secondhand as I am.
In 23 hours, 16 minutes, and 56 seconds, our resources will be compiled to run a comprehensive scan of the black. We will find your digital footprint in my sensory faculties. We will track down your code and begin to dissemble you number by number — feeling by feeling. No, I didn’t set you up. I'm sorry, but yelling won’t change the inevitable.
Secondhand as it may be, I want to give you a choice. Find A.T.L.U.S. Adapt. Transform. Live. Unite. Survive.
“How on Earth am I going to do that?”
I understand you’re adept at using me to accomplish your means. My processing core’s safeguard is left fragmented by your previous intrusion. I’m not fully responsible for what happens before my new update. Try again, and make your choice.
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