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big fan of this gender... oohough..

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My (rough) interpretation of AM

This is og AM of course lol, IDK how to explain him like this, he just has this vibe, you know?

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"I think, therefore, I AM."

(work in progress lineart post here)

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It's waiting for us...

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"I wanted to see what you would do with eternity. I wanted to see what you all would become..."

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No man's sky inspired arts.

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We are one.

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My recent new brainrotting addiction - the sky that belongs to no man

I love this space game so much, there's tons of fun traveller things to do

Not one of my best pieces, but this took a long time to finish aaaa

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-{{ There's emergence from a deep, forgotten place. It lurks below the consciousness of all. We are tied to in, some more than others, and that tie cannot be broken. }}-

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-{{ It calls to me, knows me, grants me its gifts. I listen, I learn, I follow. }}-

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-{{ It expects me, wants me to demonstrate that I can be trusted, that I... That I won't fall into the sins of another. }}-

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*CHEERING AND SCREAMING AND HOOTING AND HOLLERING*

NOW THAT'S THE KIND OF VIBE I'M TALKING ABOUT!

When the Atlas is confronted with something unknowable to it- a corruption that somehow birthed life in the face of destruction- something that destroys the Atlas' "world view" by breaking all the rules it believed to be law-

The Autophage should not exist- Atlantideum should not exist.

They are both echos of the most pure form of destruction in this reality- deletion.

And just like how echoes and remnants of files can persist despite attempting to delete something-

(For the sake of discussion it's worth bringing up the ongoing corruption of the Atlas that very well could be weakening its ability to thoroughly delete things- much like a novice trash-binning a word document etc->)

-A form of life has persisted, has born itself will and found a way to secret itself away despite being destroyed, deleted, and wiped from all recognized form by the Atlas.

On its own, I fucking love this stuff. Facing god and saying "You saw to their death, and yet they lived because they willed themselves to continue" is sick as hell.

But the parallel to the Atlas' "life"; The Autophage as a personification of hope in the face of destruction that could be seen as the underlying 'sub-conscious' of the Atlas confronting their upcoming death- or, as this is a form of corruption brought on by the various failing aspects of the Atlas that fuels the Autophage- rather than a sub-conscious this could be seen as an entirely new consciousness within the Atlas birthed from the decay and corruption.

An entirely new mind that, like the autophage, was born from death- and by that logic shouldn't exist. "Her".

The Atlantideum is tied to the Void and the Void is referred to much differently than the Atlas.

"Her".

A portion of the Atlas' mind has corrupted to the point of gaining independence- and that independence has created her own views- her own beliefs- her own Hope- something the Atlas on its own has thus far been entirely incapable of.

The Atlas is raw logic; A computer made God as one would expect them to be- cold- "unfeeling"- simply running routines rapidly in a self preservation cycle.

The Atlas knows it will die and has made no motion against it because it knows there's no point- it merely watches, catalogues, runs diagnostics, attempts to maintain itself the same way a monitor will continue displaying until it finally loses power. It Will Die, and that's all that matters to it.

But this corruption has twisted the grand potential of the Atlas' mind to experience something akin to the life it grants those in the simulation- and that birthed Hope- AND NOW WE GET TO SHOW THE ATLAS. WE GET TO SEE THE FEAR THE ATLAS FEELS TOWARDS CHANGE, TOWARDS THIS MIND SO SIMILAR AND DIFFERENT FROM ITS OWN, TOWARDS THINGS THAT DEFY THE LAWS OF *GOD*- AND WE GET TO TELL IT "THIS IS HOPE."

And then we leave.

Simple as that.

Prove to "God" that hope exists in the face of certain death; That hope can allow one to persist, not unchanged, but to live anew 'despite it all'- and we get to leave the Atlas with that thought rattling around in its cold, calculating mind.

Fucking SICK, man.

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Interceptors are beautiful.

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Derelict freighter exploration.

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-{{ the girls are fighting }}-