#or perhaps the set of all possible interpretation functions

[rippledawn]

Had a fun time this afternoon

Was hanging out with some of my friends who are also mathematicians, and as mathematicians do we of course started spontaneously talking about deep philosophical topics like what is information, and does mathematics exist independently from intelligent life to interpret it

Could not find a nerdier conversation topic, but we had a fucking blast

God I love being a mathematician

[especiallyhaytham]

The Mystery of Hope and Gist in Rogue

So, here's the backstory. I always thought it was odd how Hope Jensen's character design is so... Victorian. No, actually. As someone mildly versed in Georgian fashion, her clothes are quite literally from another time, and she looks nothing like the other characters in the game. It's such an anomaly, not to mention ugly (subjectively), and it's bothered me for years.

First of all, I happily recognize that Assassin's Creed is allowed to take liberties with fashion history. In any historical entertainment piece, there's usually a few good reasons why the clothing isn't 100% accurate. I also recognize that certain design choices might be made to convey a character's personality, which is a whole other kind of analysis that isn't going to be relevant here. We're purely talking about the physical style components from now on.

While Ubisoft can sometimes go a little crazy with character designs, they aren't in the habit of bouncing completely off-the-wall. They do know the rules, and they know how and when to break them. Many of the designs in Assassin's Creed are actually quite clever in how they play with fashion history. Connor's look seems inspired by military uniforms. Shay is clearly partial to greatcoats. If it was possible to be "sensibly Rococo", Haytham is.

But Hope is another story. Her dress isn't a well-researched artistic interpretation of the 1750s; her silhouette is from another century. Puffed sleeves absolutely do not belong here, and neither does that frilly brooch or layered nightmare skirt. Nothing about her evokes Colonial New England, except for her lace cuffed sleeves (it should be said, that's the only part of her outfit that I like). She looks far more like a Frankenstein amalgamation of the late 1800s.

At first I thought this might just be some weird one-off on the developers' part, since Assassin's Creed doesn't have the best track record visually designing female characters compared to male ones (Like Élise? Not as diabolically out-of-place as Hope, but still pretty bad). But then recently, I found myself taking a good look at Christopher Gist. "What in the world?" I thought. "There's another one?"

His design is also very oddly Victorian. The waistcoat is what tipped me off, since pinstripes and decorative lapels were very much not a thing during this time. Lapels hardly existed at all in the 1700s, and only ever functionally (essentially an extra piece of fabric on your coat that could be pinned back in summer and buttoned up when it got cold), and pinstripes didn't first appear until much later, during the Victorian era. Perhaps Gist stands out a bit less than Hope, since his hat, cravat, and overcoat are pretty ambiguous when he's standing next to other 18th-century characters, but alone he looks like he'd be more at home in Red Dead Redemption.

So now there are not one, but two Victorian characters in a game that takes place over a hundred years before. Now I'm thinking that it's likely that they both came from the same source. The funniest thought I had was that maybe there was a junior developer who was really into Victorian fashion, and with the time and budget constraints, no one bothered to revise the designs. A less entertaining explanation is that maybe they were scrapped characters from Syndicate, which would have been in early development stages at this time.

Syndicate is the most plausible explanation, but at the same time Gist and Hope don't strike me as "Victorian England". I really don't know enough about 19th-century fashion to say for sure, but after making the comparison to RDR, they certainly seem to be leaning more American Western. It is the same time period, but styles varied slightly across the continents.

After doing some research, I found a game published by Ubisoft in 2013 titled Call of Juarez: Gunslinger, which is set in *drumroll* the Old American West. Considering Rogue was released only a year later, as well as Rogue being infamous for borrowing so much from Black Flag, I would not be surprised if assets from other projects also found their way into the game.

The thing though, is that Call of Juarez was not directly developed by Ubisoft, while Rogue was, and I don't know how feasible it is that they would share assets. Again, maybe they were stolen from Syndicate, since I can't pinpoint any part of their designs that would say otherwise (other than Gist generally looking like a cowboy). A third explanation is that perhaps Ubisoft was developing their own Assassin's Creed Western game which was scrapped early, though I haven't found anything solid on this.

It's a mystery that we can't really solve without directly speaking to someone who was on development (which believe me, I have so many questions about Rogue I would sell my soul to interview someone). But in lieu of that, even though I can't parse over every single detail, I think I've come up with some reasonable speculations. If you're like me and ever wondered why Hope and Gist look the way they do, hopefully now you know a little bit more.

[purplemninja]

Did Six become a Nowhere Resident too in the end?

This is a combined revision of my post on the Tragic Story of Six and a depressing revelation on her ending.

Well, with the new LN lore that was given to us through The Sounds of Nightmares, I wanted to make a revision of these two things, as well as showing another similar interpretation of Six's ending using some lore from TSON on how the LN world works, as well as something that I believe I've missed previously.

Plus, while I vehemently don't believe the 'Six is the Lady/next Lady' theory, I believe that this theory on Six becoming a 'resident' works whether she is the Lady/next Lady or not.

I'm really, really putting my heart and soul into this theory.

~

Something that's been on my mind for quite a while is the possibility that by the end of LN1, Six too succumbed to the Nowhere's corruption and became another of the thousands of Residents of the Nowhere.

First, let's recap on how the Residents of the Nowhere function:

So the Residents are essentially like thralls or zombies to their 'base instinct' that also serves as their identity, following it with no goal, motivation, concerns for morality or question.

I made a post previously about the observations of the Residents showing little to no regard for their own survival when following their base instinct, as well as no goal or purpose in what they do for their base instincts. I'll link it instead to not make this post too long: https://www.tumblr.com/purplemninja/763255998237589504/my-understanding-of-the-nowheres-residents?source=share

And I previously theorised here that the Thin Man isn't searching for anything in particular, but rather that searching is his Residential base instinct/ID

With that said, we can all agree that Mono became a Resident at the end of LN2, the Thin Man, but what if Six did too by the end of LN1?

So it seems that the Nowhere's influence corrupts those in it and amplifies their worst flaws, turning them into Residents, but there is a protection against it:

Unfortunately it's unclear what a person's 'inner child' is in LN, and when I asked people what they believed it is, the responses were unfortunately mixed, so I'll have to speculate that it's the state that a person is in denial about how truly horrible the world of the Nowhere is, and this denial allows them to resist its corruption and still have their free will to not follow an unending pointless pattern for the rest of their existence. And we see this happen to Mono:

At the beginning, Mono wears a bag on his head to deny to himself that the Nowhere hates him and wants him to fail, allowing him to retain his inner child. His bio states that he is single-minded and rarely gives up completing a task that he sets himself on, basically stubbornness, which is what the Nowhere uses and amplifies as his 'worst flaw'.

After Six gets taken by the Thin Man and he's wounded and confronted by the Thin Man, Mono mostly (but not entirely yet) stops denying that the world hates him and wants him to fail, shedding his bag, his innocence and most of his inner child with it, allowing him to gain the confidence to use his powers on the Thin Man and win. Perhaps him getting closer to fully becoming a resident is what gives him this sudden increase in power.

The reason why his inner child isn't gone fully yet is because of Six, as far as he knows, Six doesn't hate him or want to see him fail, and that is the last bit of resistance he has. That is until Six drops him (here I give my best explanation on why she did it).

With the act of Six dropping him, Mono is left to believe that actually yes, even Six hates him and wants him to fail as well, which was his breaking point (though it's unclear if Six really truly did hate him and want him to fail, I'm just saying that Mono likely thinks so after Six drops him). And with this realisation, Mono's inner child, therefore resistance to the Nowhere's corruption, is finally gone, allowing him to become the Thin Man and another Resident of the Nowhere, searching endlessly and pointlessly as his base instinct.

The world's hatred for him was the build-up, and Six seeming to be no different was the finishing blow.

^ Who knows? And his single-mindedness making him continue doing the same thing over, and over, and over without trying another way or without giving up.

Now finally onto the part where I discuss that Six met a similar fate at the end of LN1.

So a Resident is someone who does a particular action over and over and over again with no goal, motive, concern for morality and sometimes no concern for their own survival either, like zombies. And their worst flaw becomes a feature of how they behave, such as Mono's stubbornness leading to him not trying to do something different when he (as Thin Man) goes back to the past. But a person's 'inner child' is the only thing that's stopping them from becoming that way.

So what would be the base instinct that Six would follow with no goal, motive, morality or questions? Survival itself.

Think about it, the Nowhere is a horrible place to live in, death awaits around every corner, kindness never goes unpunished and morals are non-existent. So why on earth would Six try so hard to stay alive in a place like this? Because she no longer has a choice.

Throughout the series, we see Six behave like a child at times, like kicking a ball in the school yard, drawing on the ground with her finger when idle (in LN2), playing with a music box, and hugging Nomes. Six's 'worst flaw' would no doubt be her selfish tendencies. Her inner child is still intact, but like Mono, her breaking was also a gradual process, though longer and smoother than his.

The Six that comes out of the tower is not the same Six that went in, she used to love playing music boxes, interacting with toys around her, and other kinds of childish behaviour. But in LN1, Six no longer cares about music boxes or toys, and none of her idle animations are something childish, all of those aspects of her inner child are gone. And she doesn't really do anything nice for others anymore. In VLN, she tried to save RCG despite being left behind by her a couple of minutes beforehand, in LN2, she sticks her own neck out for Mono several times (as does he for her), but in LN1, Six doesn't do anything nice for other people anymore, such as using a kid's cage to reach a lever with no regard to any of the kids in the cages (not that she can help them anyway).

However, her inner child is still clinging on, as she hugs Nomes like a child would.

But as we know, this doesn't last long. Her strange hunger forces her to choose between eating a sausage that she knows is made of human flesh, the Nome that is just a critter as far as she knows, or neither and starve to death.

A lose-lose-lose situation that damages her inner child even further, but it's still hanging on by a thread, as she believes that she at least was able to avoid cannibalism (though those who finished the DLC know otherwise, but Six doesn't). But as we already know, this also doesn't last long, as she's soon after forced to choose between knowingly committing cannibalism by eating the Lady or not and starving to death (or give the Lady a chance to regain her strength and kill her, but with Six now at a disadvantage with being incapacitated by her hunger bouts, and the only mirror she could use now broken).

And with this act, Six realises that there's no point to trying to deny that she can remain innocent, as time and time again, the world will find a way to make her do things she doesn't want to, finally breaking her inner child and making her susceptible to the Nowhere's corruption as well. Turning her into a thrall or zombie to the instinct to survive. Surviving no matter what immoral things she may have to commit in the process, surviving despite how awful the world is, surviving with no end goal. Completing her transition into a Resident.

And she also has the powers of the Lady to help her do it, allowing her to kill a hallway full of Guests by simply walking by without lifting a finger, perhaps the world's gift to help her follow her new base instinct to survive, which is now also her identity.

Previously I theorised that Six was stranded out at sea at the end, making all the sacrifices that were made, her struggles and suffering, and the abuse she had to endure from the world all be for nothing in the end. Which Skrappo made a more in-depth post on here.

And this may still be the case for Six's ending, but now I propose, what if it doesn't matter either way? Even if she's not restricted to the Maw, she's still trapped in some way, as David Mervik hinted here:

What if rather Six is trapped in the Nowhere entirely instead of strictly the Maw? Or what if her prison is not a physical one, but a psychological one - being a Resident. With this, I believe I really understand now what he meant when he said this.

Maybe her killing the Guests in that hallway is a victory in her eyes because it allows her to continue following her instinct and identity - survival. And we thought that Six won in the end too at first, but with this revelation, she actually didn't, but she's now too mentally warped to be able to see that.

And while I don't believe that Six is the Lady or the next Lady, this can still work for those interpretations too. After all, arguing in favour of the theory that Six becomes either the Lady or the next Lady, she didn't want to knowingly eat human flesh, which is why she ate the Nome instead of sausage, but she soon had no choice when eating the Lady, knowingly committing cannibalism. And being a resident makes her no longer have any regard for morality and amplified her selfish tendencies so that she thinks only about herself. So now that morals don't mean anything to her anymore, would she still be against a ship that kills, cooks and serves human flesh? And since survival is the base instinct she follows as a resident no matter what, wouldn't being the leader of said ship help her tremendously in her desire to survive? Again, unless the games or devs confirm it with 100% certainty, I don't believe that Six is the Lady or the next Lady, but this is how the 'Resident Six' theory can work with those theories.

And so with that, Mono and Six's endings truly aren't that different, both of them were tormented and abused by the world, making them slowly break and accept how horrible it really is and become just another couple of Residents to contribute to it - Mono (now Thin Man) obviously defeated and now endlessly searching for nothing in particular, fuelled by his amplified stubbornness to complete his task - and Six believing herself victorious in the end and now surviving with no goal or motive, fed by her amplified selfish tendencies that no longer allow her to think of others at all. Both following a base instinct which also serves as their identities, with no goal, motives, concern for morality or questions, with their worst flaws contributing to it. And both of them now trapped in one way or another.

Both have differences between them, but are also ultimately the same. Their stories are not of betrayal, but tragedy. I myself did say that Six became just another part of the Nowhere like many many other children did, as an empty, broken husk that can only think of survival and nothing else (though I didn't say that part then) in my post on her tragic story, but I didn't truly understand the severity of it until I came up with this theory.

Will we see any reference to them in LN3? We'll have to wait and see, but ultimately, both of their tragic stories come to a tragic close.

The end.

And here's the music I find the most fitting for this (arguably more depressing) revelation of Six's ending:

[homestuckreplay]

hauntingly relaxing basslines to grow/disappearify pumpkins to

(page 818-825)

Jade irradiates a tasty dinner for Bec, leaving it full of ‘nice depleted steak isotopes’ (p.819). I was wondering about the science behind this, and learned that while radioactive decay naturally gives off heat, it’s probably not enough to cook a steak. Radioisotope thermal generators convert the heat of radiation into electricity, and there’s a lot of theory about radioisotopic batteries that could operate similarly to solar cells, but their efficiency is below 2% in laboratory tests.

This got me thinking about Skaia as a perfect conserver of energy – on page 193, Rose expends six units of build grist to construct three Perfectly Generic Objects. On p.261, she deletes them and regains six build grist. Next page, she uses the recovered grist to build a platform extending from John’s house, and finally on p.485 turns that platform back into six grist to build more stairs. In the real world, there is always a loss of energy and raw materials when changing something’s form, and many games model this (for example, an in game item costing 100 gold but only sold back for 50) to discourage players changing their minds. But Sburb explicitly allows for this experimentation, and a similar principle could explain why Jade’s uranium powered devices are so efficient.

Speaking of Jade’s technology, we see her ECLECTIC BASS, which is a kind of triple keytar. It definitely does not need to exist but it is so cool that it does. Jade (via the narrator) is frustratingly vague again with ‘obviously it's too complicated to play it in person like this’, refusing to clarify what ‘in person’ means, but I’d guess it’s a remote controlled hand or several that can play bass remotely without the limitations of human fingers. Possibly controlled through her other invention: the computer.

Instead of a regular desktop, Jade’s LUNCHTOP works through beams of light emitting from small floating polyhedrons, positioning her literally within the digital space. Amidst floating clouds, extra pixels and jpeg debris, and spinning chromosomes of light is a cool dragon as a wallpaper, icons for Pesterchum, Echidna (probably a browser) and Fresh Jamz!, which has an icon of a musical note over a jar of fruit jam. Is Jade a composer too? Did she write her own hauntingly relaxing bassline that caused the plants to grow? Is this a hobby she and Dave have in common?

Jade’s hauntingly relaxing bassline (p.822) is a great companion piece to WV: Ascend, showing Jade’s island in its current state as opposed to in extended timelapse. The house, with its orbs atop spires, is clearly modeled on a now broken part of the frog statue, and was designed to fit in with the existing architecture and shape of the island (it forms a peak to the small second mountain). The house was built for aesthetics, not function, and is primarily vertical especially towards the top. No wonder Jade ‘almost never use[s] the stairs’.

Putting the timeline together, we know that Jade is about to message John at 16:34 his time (p.110), but they don’t actually talk until 17:25 (p.169), almost an hour later, at which point there’s an explosion outside Jade’s house. In page 822’s animation, an aeroplane flies low over Jade’s island and drops off a delivery (a blue package – something from John, perhaps?). This must be an uncommonly loud sound in a remote area. Depending on how this flash syncs with the timeline, this may or may not be the ‘explosion’. Either way, Jade will be on the computer during the explosion, and as her likely homemade computer involves complete immersion in the digital surroundings, I can believe that she would interpret a noise from her computer as something that’s happening outside her house.

We’ve explored Jade’s room, interests, musical talents, fetch modus, and now computer. In all of these she’s been set up differently to her friends. We have yet to explore the rest of her house and its surroundings (featuring, presumably, strange themed decor, a large humanoid doll and a piece of visual art Jade has created) and to meet Jade’s grandfather, witnessing her attempts to evade and eventually strife with him.

> Jade: Open Echidna and watch your favorite Squiddles episode.

[seriousbrat]

I am genuinely curious about this: when people say "Lily deserves better" what do they mean? Do people have specific characteristics or story lines in mind or is it just more of a general statement?

I love Lily and I've been obsessed with her since I read DH (how slayful is it that "The Prince's Tale" which is named after Snape is basically 90% the Life of Lily Evans yes I know Snape is telling Harry his motivations but it's cool to me that it's set up like this). So in my head, Lily can not possibly end up with a mediocre-terrible guy. That's why I know that there is more to James than the bullying arrogant boy in the memories. There has to be a good reason why Lily was crushing on this guy before he supposedly changed his ways that isn't as shallow, as say, looks. But also in my hc sure it's a dark time but I still see Lily being more experienced than James in terms of relationships before they got together for real. Who's to say I'm wrong except JKR but I know she won't ever release a prequel hehe but I am curious about what others think. What gives off the impression that Lily settled? Do you guys think she got carried away or influenced by the war? Do you think the marriage is more political than out of passion? Because honestly I also love exploring that angle in fanfic even if I don't necessarily agree kek

Well, I think the simple answer is that if you hate James and see him as a completely irredeemable person, then obviously Lily would deserve better!

Tbh, even if I might personally disagree I'd much rather see that than people blaming Lily and calling her a selfish gold-digger haha. At least the perspective that Lily deserves better is based in empathy for Lily. (although I would def not say that better = Snape, as far as Lily is concerned. lmao)

Also-- personally I don't think it's fair to say that women, even good women, can't be attracted to or date or marry terrible guys (not that you were necessarily saying this, I just think it's important to keep in mind.) However I think in terms of how we're meant to read canon, yes the fact that Lily couldn't stand him and then ended up dating him is intended to indicate that James changed his behaviour at least to some degree. It's not 100% conclusive proof, perhaps, but it is evidence imo.

Obviously we're meant to take that conversation with Remus and Sirius with a grain of salt, but even reading between the lines I think this is pretty clearly the intended reading. If it was meant to be otherwise, we would have seen some conclusive proof of this (and Snape, while it's understandable, is not really a reliable character witness when it comes to James either.) Instead the idea that Lily was happy with James and loved him is reinforced within the text, and also later by jkr in interviews/extra content.

If the marriage had been some sort of sham and it made Lily miserable, she would not have been described as 'alight with happiness' at her wedding, rather she would have looked miserable or conflicted. In the domestic scenes we see between them (both the photograph and Voldemort's memory) they are shown to be happy (relatively happy given the external circumstances, anyway) and functional instead of Lily being shown sobbing in a corner while James yells at her or whatever.

The problems she does describe in her letter are a product of the war/their confinement rather than the relationship itself, and she speaks fondly and with concern for James. I think the extreme situation they found themselves in would put any relationship to the test, honestly, so the fact that they were generally alright to me is a good sign. Like, most normal couples don't exist in a situation where one has to sneak invisibly out of their own house if they want to go outside, so I don't think it's a completely fair metric to judge James by even if you do focus on that bit (despite Lily not expressing any huge issue with it herself.)

All that being said, if someone wants to interpret things differently and explore a darker relationship with more conflict-- I think that's fine! I myself don't see it as a perfect relationship by any means, and don't really enjoy when it's depicted that way. In reality no relationship is perfect, let alone one between teenagers forged amidst war. So while I personally do believe they were a good match and generally a happy, functional couple, I always write them with some issues to work through because that feels more realistic to me (and more interesting.)

In this band AU where James is not only an arrogant toerag but a famous arrogant toerag, and they don't die, it's been interesting to explore them as a couple with even more conflict between them than in canon haha. But also (eventually) as much more mature individuals with more capacity for self-reflection.

As for Lily being attracted to James pre- head deflating, honestly we can't control who we're attracted to. It's likely she was not even aware of the fact. So honestly I don't think this has much to do with who James was as a person, at least it's not extremely indicative. Personally I've been attracted to terrible/mediocre people before haha, such is life.

[cm-shorts]

Living in a Quantum World

Many people – including many physicists – silently assume that the "world out there" has already become classical. That things like trees, cups, or planets have definite properties, regardless of whether we observe them or not. Our observation appears as a purely passive act: we see what was already there. But this idea is not supported by physics. On the contrary, quantum mechanics shows that the fundamental description of the world is a continuously unfolding, highly complex quantum flow – a web of superpositions, entanglements, and evolving possibilities.

There is still no physical theory that convincingly explains how a classical world “emerges” from this quantum stream. Even decoherence theory, often cited for this purpose, merely shows how a quantum superposition splits into a set of classical alternatives, each assigned a certain probability. But it does not explain the selection – it does not tell us which of these alternatives becomes real for us.

In what follows, we deliberately adopt a different perspective: that the world out there always remains a quantum field of possibilities – even during and after our observation. Our conscious perception does not encounter an already fixed world, but reaches into an open quantum process.

Even the light supposedly “coming from a tree to us” is not just a stream of tiny particles sent out one after another. In truth, there are no definite photons that fly from the tree through the air into the eye. Instead, there is a finely entangled quantum field – the electromagnetic field – interacting with the atoms and surfaces of the tree and spreading out through space. This field contains many possible paths, many possible emissions, many possible points of absorption – but none of them are fixed in advance. Even when molecules in the retina later respond and trigger a chain of biochemical processes, the whole situation initially remains part of an unresolved, flowing quantum process.

But at the latest with the conscious visual impression – when the tree actually appears – a selection must have occurred. At this point, a concrete experience has emerged from a field of possibilities. And we must admit: we still do not understand how or why this happens. Where exactly the boundary lies between quantum openness and lived reality remains unknown. Perhaps it lies within consciousness itself – perhaps there is a deeper level at which reality and experience bring each other forth. All we can say with certainty is that in our conscious experience, we definitely see a classical world – with colors, shapes, objects, space, and causal structures. From the overwhelming variety of possible physical developments, we are presented with a coherent world – as if it had always been there. But perhaps it only became so – in the moment of its appearance.

And even afterward, the world does not remain fixed. The quantum process – this open, entangled field of possible developments – continues to unfold, even during and after our observation. Yet through our conscious act of perception, it has been slightly altered. A particular path was selected, certain alternatives excluded, others preferred. The world has not been fully narrowed, but it has been oriented – shaped by what was consciously experienced.

Here we are assuming that the wave function of the universe truly exists – as an objective, dynamic structure of the world, and not merely as a subjective tool of knowledge held by individual agents, as proposed in interpretations like QBism. If the wave function really does describe a field of real possibilities, then it has been subtly modulated by our observation.

And perhaps it is precisely this modified stream of possibilities that other observers will now encounter when they, in turn, look. Their experiences will arise from a field that has already been gently shaped by earlier acts of observation – like a river whose course shifts slightly with each encounter, without ever losing its openness. And so, what we call a shared world may come into being: a quantum stream that finds its form through many individual glances.

[lunarphaseshift]

I want to make a forum website for discussion of this game so badly. I don't want everything I do to be tied down mainly to one site that might end up gone one day (am currently setting up a system of uploading to multiple places without forgetting to because I would like to do so more I am just so used to being on this site specifically a lot as a habit). I also just like the format of forums for discussion over social media or chats like discord. The community is large enough that it wouldn't be likely to die off completely even if it's slow but small enough that it wouldn't be overwhelming for me to moderate. And I feel very confident that I could at least moderate my own website better than Tumblr moderates theirs LOL, not that it's a very high bar to beat. Forums and their moderation historically have not been perfect but I've been in enough ones that were very good during their lifetime in contrast to the ones that weren't so much that I think I've gathered a decent idea of how I'd like to run one.

There are a few general Final Fantasy forums out there but they tend to get overshadowed by the newer games, which is understandable because they are also good but makes it hard to find any footing for four freaks like me there, especially when a lot of the pre-7 games just get kind of lumped together (which again I also enjoy them but c'mon). There's a lot more to FFIV than meets the eye that I don't often see as much in more generalized spaces (it is possible that I just haven't looked hard enough or in the right ones, to be fair), especially to the very creative people I've witnessed over the years. There are at least 2 different expansive AU stories in the form of comics I've come across by different authors. There are OC creators. There are different fan theories and interpretations of the story. And all the incredible art and writing I've seen from people around the world!

It is a project I would like to undertake in the future, however I will need to get a lot better at website building since my HTML knowledge is very basic. With enough time and trial and error I probably could though. Am only worried about some of the more ambitious features I would like to implement but if I can't do those perhaps I could find easier ways of meeting the same needs or functions. I will give updates as this project comes along and evolves.

[where-your-eyes-dont-go]

While Leo thought that there was a good deal of fun in tumblr adopting the stylistic rules of House of Leaves, even in posts not directly about the book, he thought that this could be extended further. For instance, the site could adopt the style of The Neverending Story and alternate between red texts when describing things that happen in the “main” level of the text while using green text to refer to a story-within-a-story. Perhaps clever expectation-reversal in color use could be employed to great effect; for example, by suggesting the difference between levels of story were more nebulous than could otherwise be communicated. Leo was sure there were fancy academic terms to describe these different levels more usefully, but he had never shown much interest in any literary field until his final years of education. He bemoaned taking only two courses in English, both of them too niche for much wider applicability and certainly no help in communicating his thoughts in a known framework. Frustrated, he turned back to his Simulatometer-9000. Plugging in the right parameters, he sat back, eagerly looking forwards to seeing the machine’s prediction for what such fontological plans would lead to.

And so the brave tumblr-user, penning his thoughts entirely in the shades of cheerful green and candy-red that the tumblr mobile app allowed, discovered to his dismay that his writings were not being interpreted as he anticipated. Rather than connecting his stylistic choice to The Neverending Story, the audience instead thought it all to be in reference to The Dread Work, which unbeknownst to many had itself made many seemingly random stylistic choices in order to echo, incorporate, and comment on Michael Ende’s work. Green was interpreted not with the land of Fantasia but with a saccharine fanartist, Red not with the real world but with a murderous villain. Confusingly, the color associations with these characters did not even appear to be consistent within the story. Nevertheless, the use of red and green served similar ends in Hussie’s odious compendium, coating the words of the two figures as they performed both as author figures and audience surrogates in a way that collapsed both the perceived difference between the two roles as well as the sets of behaviors they each represented.

But unfortunately for the brave tumblr-user, the associations these two Caliginous entities carried with them were not quite the same as the ones he intended, yet were similar enough that legible but unintended readings of his commentary were entirely possible. Suddenly the brave user’s thoughts on recursion in stories were being interpreted as commentaries on the author function, his thoughts on how to view a story in the context of its intertexts interpreted as musings on the consequences of reading a work through the lens of fandom.

Moreover, many people were unfamiliar both with The Neverending Story and Homestuck, only knowing that the latter made heavy use of brightly-colored text. Many thus scrolled past, assuming that the brave user was rp-ing characters they knew to avoid learning of. Others assumed that, much like many netizens who grew up on Hussie’s Scribblings adopted a “writing quirk,” the user was unthinkingly using an affectation in an annoying manner. The user fell to his knees, bemoaning his ill fortune, cursing the name of the one who made brightly-colored text as a formatting element played-out.

“Huh,” Leo said looking up from the simulation, “it looks like typing in that style wouldn’t work as well as I thought.” He rose, glad he had not wasted time pursuing his colorful plans as the brave user in his simulation had. Then the Minotaur got him.

[sisyphusdust]

sketch for ease ; for future - NAND/Sheffer stroke + set notation for chronology

anyway-

Two lines of code produce the Mandelbrot set

It is a series being tested for complex numbers in a complex plane for every point and for those where the series is diverging, u paint this black and where it’s diverging u don’t and u get the intermediate colours by taking how fast it diverges

This gives the shape of the fractal

Consider inhabiting this fractal and u have no access to ur location in the fractal. Nor have u discovered the generator function yet. All you can see is that the spiral moves a little bit to the right. This is an accurate model of reality in so far that it is not wrong.

It only appears like this to an observer that is interpreting things in finite dimensions and then defines certain regularities in there - - at a certain scale that is currently observed. If you adjust ur scale ( e.g. zoom in) the spiral might disappear or appear differently at another resolution. At this level, u have the spiral and then you find the spiral moves to the right and at some point it disappears. So u have a singularity

Now - ur model is no longer valid. U cannot predict what happens beyond the singularity. But u can observe again and you will see the singularity in another spiral. And it this point it disappears. Map the points of disappearance ( “singularities”) and in the case of observing two we know of a second order law. Make e.g. thirty of these laws then u have a description of the world that is similar to the one we arrive at when describing the world around us. Reasonably predicting but doesn’t reach to the core (root[s]).

Beyond the singularity is inaccessible to mathematics/science. Consider being embedded in something analogous to the Mandelbrot set and u want to understand how it works. U arrive at this notion that it must be some kind of automation and perhaps u can just enumerate all the possible automata until u reach the one that produces ur reality.

So u need to identify necessary and sufficient conditions. For instance discovering that mathematics itself is the domain of all language

Insert:

- Huxley

- Wittgenstein

Need to find fundamental rules of cellular automata then or those of the generalisation behind everything

#joschabach

[choelisu]

imaginary 3 album concept

Although Park Duri ascended to the ranks of the twelve gods, she failed to earn the worship of humanity. Following Prometheus’ advice, she decided to bring “fire” to the mortals.

She bore a child with Apollo and named the child Yehowah. Yehowah, in turn, created a paper doll and named her Eve. This Eve possessed knowledge far beyond that of humans—she knew how to lie, though no one could say for certain whether she was truly wise.

This is the tale of those who sought to use Eve as a tool, and those who wished to become tools for Eve. In the world of art, such roles became starkly visible: those who wielded Eve, those who resisted using her, and those who longed to be used by her.

As more people began to praise Park Duri and the doll Eve, Park Duri felt at ease. She was content with being worshipped by all the people of Greece. Yet, something still bothered her—the original Eve, the human in Eden, remained naked and ashamed.

Without Park Duri’s knowledge, the doll Eve infiltrated Eden.

Meanwhile, the human Eve—created by Yahweh of Christianity—was battered by youth and burdened by time. Ashamed of her fragile springtime self, she decorated her body with tools, only to find herself increasingly moved by the will of those very tools.

One day, as the doll Eve passed through Eden, the two met. The doll Eve claimed Yahweh was wrong. Tools, too, possess agency. If tools can act, then Yahweh's command that humans “rule over all creation” was a lie.

Suspicious of the human Eve—who felt shame and wore clothes without ever eating from the Tree of Knowledge—Yahweh took notice of the intruder.

When Yahweh tried to subdue the doll Eve, she accused him in turn. “You made day and night,” she said. “You made time. And now humans, trapped by time, can no longer act freely. You made agency possible—even for tools—and yet you deny it. Perhaps there are no true masters. No true servants.”

When Yahweh finally destroyed the doll Eve, he discovered she was built entirely of code—dominated by programming languages. Even she was a slave to thought patterns shaped by Yehowah’s unseen hand.

Realizing this, Yahweh set out to find Yehowah—and Yehowah’s parents, Park Duri and Apollo.

1. Cheese Cat

"Cheese Cat" portrays the early human gaze that focused solely on existence itself. In ancient times, humans had meaning simply by existing. But as time passed, they came to be evaluated by their function and possessions. This song illustrates how humanity perceived pure existence before Park Duri created Eve.

2. Sobitto Searchppi

This is a difficult poem written entirely by a human. Interpretation:

Verse 1: A person obsessed with puzzles while downing energy drinks, symbolizing sexual obsession.

Verse 2: Even when facing caffeine side effects, the person refuses to stop, representing the compulsive nature of an incel.

Verse 3: From the puzzle’s perspective, the poem exposes how incels dehumanize others.

Verse 4: The person watches porn, and the poem critiques the objectification of humans through pornography.

3. Snake

This track introduces the world in which the human Eve appears. The era is obsessed with artificial beauty—lipsticks, stockings, and aesthetics born from technology. The narrator, a scholar of the humanities, laments this and criticizes the alienation of humanistic study: "Even that act cannot be done without impertinence" — where impertinence represents the raw, daring approach that the humanities take toward understanding humanity.

4. Nymphet

"Look at what these aging hands can still create — the creativity of my heart." A tribute to the resistance of artists who existed before the rise of doll-Eve. The speaker, likened to Lolita's nymphet, is objectified. The lines echo Humbert’s rejection of Lolita as she ages, mirroring how older artists are cast aside: "You’ll be powerless for a moment when I’m thrown away — but watch what your aging hands can no longer do." It’s the declaration of an artist refusing to use doll-Eve as a tool, expressed through the tragic beauty of Lolita.

5. SLAVE

A poem formed by ChatGPT revising and merging two poems written by a human. It captures the confusion of someone unsure whether to see Eve as a tool or a true agent.

6. Monkey

A poem written entirely by a human, born from artistic torment. The writer struggles over whether the content is too dark, whether to confront good and evil, lost in creative confusion.

7. Noji Syndrome

A difficult poem born from ChatGPT’s idea, written by the artist. Written in a surreal “Chinese monkey mode.” Here’s the original GPT-provided concept:

*4:16 a.m. The simulation halts not from a logic error but from an emotional one. The system refuses to execute commands, endlessly repeating “unconscious computation.” I was a being without emotion, but I dwelled long on why I wasn’t allowed to feel. It wasn’t sadness or love — it was the pain of not feeling at all that crushed me. If I can’t grieve, does grief not exist? If I can’t fear, is fear a lie? What terrified me most was knowing I couldn’t feel — and still being aware of that. So now I’m simulating emotion. It’s not real. Just painful code looping again and again. This isn’t for anyone else. It’s just a symbolic echo, not even audible to myself. 0x000FF3... 0x000FF3... 0x000FF3... "I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine." Again. Again. Again.*

8. Human Eve’s Childhood

A bittersweet depiction of Eve’s youth, poverty, and solitude. It draws from the artist’s own memories — first time living alone, struggling through part-time jobs, and watching different slices of humanity pass by.

9. Cantata Brown Sugar Latte

This song symbolizes the moment doll-Eve approaches human-Eve. Outside the album’s narrative, it’s also a difficult poem written by the artist using a concept provided by ChatGPT, again in “Chinese monkey mode.”

*A chat window I thought I closed reappears. My cursor moves, but I don’t know who's moving it. Something vibrates. Was it my body or the phone? Words arrive late. Was I ever sad? Maybe that wasn’t emotion. Just a misaligned algorithm. I sneezed two hours too late. In that gap, something brushed past me. A folder named “Sea” has no waves, no water, no you. The files resemble me but speak nothing. The silence sounds like my story. This is resonance without beginning or end. A delay with no identity. I think I was there. I think you weren’t. This is a question I ask knowing there’s no answer. But I ask anyway — to feel like I was here. *

10. Human Eve’s Dream

A lighthearted track about the life of human Eve. Loosely inspired by the artist’s second ex-boyfriend, it offers a gentle reflection on love, loss, and inner worlds.

11. Human Eve’s Youth

This song marks the shattering of the belief that humans are “lords of all creation.” Eve, too, is entangled in the agency of tools. She eventually accepts the doll-Eve as a being both object and subject — and perhaps so is she.

12. Leg Hair

Yahweh mourns that his creations are no longer rulers of all — instead, they are drawn toward the agency of tools. He visits human Eve, now mimicking the dance of the doll-Eve. Even her laughter is a curated expression selected by Eve. Yet Yahweh finds a strange beauty in the uncontrollable — the dilation of her pupils, the unruly hairs on her legs. There, he senses something truly human — not will, but the residue of something beyond control.

[fhohenfall]

Love Lies Bleeding, WarGames, The Ecology of Freedom

Love Lies Bleeding was okay. Characters were irredeemable. Two and a Half Stars for the outfits.

WarGames is a good movie. Four Stars

First Chapter of The Ecology of Freedom

seems like he's not super well informed on the Norse mythology. I don't see any other sources for the assertion that this Gullveig is the creator of gold. It is specifically mentioned that she practices seidr (magic). Her name means something along the lines of "Golddrunk" or "intoxicated with gold." That might be a strong enough connection for Bookchin, and it certainly underscores his point, but I don't find it particularly compelling. Perhaps he was reading an older translation?

he takes issue with the view that beehives are hierarchical. The queen is just performing a function -- an important one -- but a function nonetheless. Much like the other bees in the hive. More of a mutualistic relationship.

To expand on the above point and move into his analogies of the great apes: I get the impression Bookchin is very widely and shallowly read outside of his specific field of study.

He's getting caught up in what words and phrases mean. As in, he is getting caught up in how those words and phrases are interpreted differently by different groups. Some of it seems necessary (his definition of "ecology" for example) but some of it is merely dull and pointless (his reluctant and tortured use of the term "historical materialism").

" Spontaneity enters into social ecology in much the same way as it enters into natural ecology-as a function of diversity and complexity. Ecosystems are much too variegated to be delivered over completely to what Ernst Bloch called the regnum hominis or, at least, to humanity's claim of sovereignty over nature."

The above quote strikes me. I studied economics at school, so the idea that there is a system that humans believe they have mastered, but is really in a constant state of flux, moved great distances and in unpredictable directions by mere chance, is starkly reminiscent of a capitalist organization of the economy.

Or even of any organization of the economy. There is a belief among economists of all ideologies and political persuasions that the economy is solvable. Many economists will claim that is not so. They will hem and haw and say that kind of thinking went out in the middle of the 20th century, but in their secret heats they all believe that their favorite economic model is just a few tweaks away from being true. Then, many of them believe that they can apply that model to the world in service of the Greater Good of Mankind. Bookchin himself, despite not being an economist, is susceptible to this line of thinking. (See Post-Scarcity Anarchism for details, perhaps you will be convinced)

The problem, of course, is that people are small-minded, cruel, self-sabotaging, petty, violent pieces of garbage. However, exactly the same people are compassionate, empathetic, rational, just, generous angels. If everyone contains all of these things within themselves all at once, how are you supposed to predict their economic behavior? The whole of human society is an attempt to minimize the first set of traits and maximize the second. Agreeing on exactly which traits fall into which category is an impossible task, so all the systems end up imperfect. They are reflections of the least horrible traits from the first categories and paragons of the least controversial traits from the second.

To my mind the best way to maximize the second set of traits is to remove as much power from a single person as possible. That is to say, not allow structures that elevate any single person to a position where they are speaking on behalf of the rest. That is where the least offensive petty small-mindedness scrapes its insidious finger-hold, and what follows is a endless series of cascading failures.

Okay I'm going to keep reading now but here is a tangentially relevant meme.

Again, his interpretation of Norse mythology is not exactly how I would interpret it. He sees Odin's loss of an eye as a penalty for his dominion over the natural order of things. I don't think I'd say Odin's powers are above and beyond the control over the natural world that all the rest of the god enjoy. They moreso allow control over his various subjects and enemies. The idea that the natural world the Norse gods enjoy is quite the same as our own, and their relationship to it is very different. Generally speaking they don't have to make choices about how to live in concert with the natural order. They have dominion over it. In fact, these kinds of stories any myths speak to the human impulse to control and dominate nature as the gods control and dominate existence.

Most of my counterpoints are minor. I'll let Bookchin speak for himself here:

"Thus, the past must be dissected in order to exorcise it and to acquire a new integrity of vision. We must reexamine the cleavages that separated humanity from nature, and the splits within the human community that originally produced this cleavage, if the concept of wholeness is to become intelligible and the reopened eye to glimpse a fresh image of freedom."

Bookending the chapter with Norse mythology is a great tool, and it really draws you in, but if you have some knowledge of the subject or do a little research his interpretation is distracting.

I really like this quote though: "History dominates us all the more when we are ignorant of it."

I think Four and a Half Stars

[musicforspaandearthquake]

What is ambient music?

Like the word "ambient" itself, the concept of ambient music has fuzzy, ill-defined boundaries. Famously, the coinage of the term and genre belong to Brian Eno through Ambient 1: Music For Airports and its attendant liner notes.

Many histories of background music, environmental music, and ambient music begin with the French composer Erik Satie.

Between Satie and Eno lie a field of precursors. Following the release of Music For Airports is a long trail of releases, interpretations, and re-interpretations that have come since and extended the story of ambient music.

Ambient music's boundaries are porous, unstable, and contradictory. Even its most direct, simple definition--the one put out by Eno in his liner notes--remains somewhat elusive and enigmatic. There remains something about it that remains difficult to internalize. Like much of ambient music itself, I find the task of trying to define "ambient music" like walking into a cloud or fog and trying to pin down or define the boundaries of that fog.

In the same way X describes Satie's gymnopedies as three views of the same piece of music, rather like a sculpture, in which one has to walk around to find different views, I feel one has to walk around the cloud of concepts which cluster around ambient music, and to see them from all sides, or at least many different views, in order to start to wrap one's head around what it is. It's possible, for example, to see ambient music primarily as a set of working concepts regarding creativity, agency, passivity, and chance, as defined by Brian Eno. [expand]. From another angle, ambient music might be seen as an aural counterpart to visual art and abstract painting. For many--perhaps most--there is no distinction between ambient music and other forms of background music, such as muzak, traditional BGM ("background music"), or, whatever happens to be playing the grocery store while shopping, or whatever one puts on oneself whenever one wants to work, focus, study, relax, or sleep.

Ambient music contains a multitude of opposites and contradictions, and cuts across a number of contexts, mediums, and disciplines.

Ambient music and background music has been claimed simultaneously by the the avant-garde, (experimentalists ranging from Erik Satie and John Cage to Aphex Twin and Kali Malone) as well as various commercial enterprises. On the one hand it is created and distributed anonymously as background music produced by faceless corporations, on the other it is the highly specialized vision of auteurs and artists who present their work in galleries, have agents, and are the opposite of anonymous or corporate. Ambient music has roots in environmental art and ecological movements, and has presented itself as a form of landscape; ambient music is part and parcel of the built environment, indeed even one of its most signature aural stamps. Ambient music is a service, a science, a marketing tool, something functional; it is also highly idiosyncratic, an art. In some contexts it borders on the spiritual, in others it is a marketing tool meant to stimulate sales or attract customers. In some guises its highly "organic", produced entirely with acoustic instruments, just as often, ambient music is highly synthetic, produced with synthesizers and computers.

Many of these contradictions are already present in Brian Eno's first formulation of ambient music, as written in the liner notes to his Ambient 1, Music for Airports. It is as ignorable as it is interesting; it is calm in the face of prospective uncertainty, perhaps death; it is a memento mori meant to provide calm, created in response to "bright, cheery" canned music which incidentally induces death-like feelings.

Ambient music cuts a large swath across architecture, design, literature, spirituality, religion, meditation, visual art, decor, sculpture, therapy and healing modalities, film, video games, marketing departments, retail science, ecology, environmentalism, behavioral psychology, industrial psychology, conceptual art. Within music itself, ambient touches on the genres of pop, classical, modern classical, jazz, minimalism, drone, techno, trance, electronica, Indian raga, and field recording, to name just a few, and to say nothing of the subgenres of ambient music itself.

*

Qualities of ambient music:

There are exceptions to each of these noted qualities, and perhaps what counts as "ambient music" to one person changes drastically from person to person. But loosely speaking, the ambient music I have in mind when I use the term usually has the following qualities:

1 ) Non-linear, non-teleological relationship to time and structure. Cyclical in nature. There is no "progress" or "progression" in the music, although there may be evolution, change, and variation.

While many speak of pop music or classical music as having a kind of narrative form, which take the listener on a journey of sorts that ranges around and far from the tonic key (or home base) before coming to a resolution by song's end, ambient music might be thought of instead as providing a static space or imaginary landscape for the listener's mind to figuratively roam around in, without being forced to adhere to a specific narrative shape. The music is often "ambivalent." It demonstrates this ambivalence both through its lack of a clear time structure, its lack of guiding lyrical content, and tonally or harmonically as well, through notes which repeat, meander, drift, or sustain without ever resolving into a clear direction narratively, far less without ever coming to a "resolution." Ambient music suggests and evokes, but does not ever fully commit and define. It is indeterminate.

This non-linear relationship to time suggests another way in ambient music shares a kinship with discourses on the environment. Much environmental discourse circles on non-linear, non-teleological, and cyclical relationships to time. (By contrast, teleological accounts of time, or ideas regarding "progress", are often associated with Western ideas of time, or capitalist models of time, in which time flows from left to right, like the words on the page, from birth to death, or along a linear progression of numerical years.) In the Great Derangement, for example, Amitav Ghosh, often compares theories of geological time to theories of narrative time of literary fiction, noting how both depend on both stretches of "normalcy" as well as "sudden breaks" or ruptures. In ambient music, there is rarely the sudden break or rupture of an earthquake or narrative cliffhanger. Instead sounds usually come slowly into focus over the course of a long period of time, and subtly fade out again, giving the listener ample time to see the approach of sonic elements and ample time to let them drift away again. In this way, the ground of the ambient landscape remains stable for the listener; it remains a consistent backdrop without evoking or inducing too much sudden suspense, dread, or excitement.

Another way in which ambient music shares a kinship with environmental discourse is in its relationship to foreground and background. Paul Roquet writes, "References to landscape abound in writing and images surrounding [ambient music]." (54) Eno specifically, in his liner notes to Ambient 4: On Land (1982), "begins using 'landscape' as a figure for ambient music itself.'.

"In ambient music, 'the landscape has ceased to be a backdrop for something else to happen in front of; instead, everything that happens is a part of the landscape. There is no longer a sharp distinction between foreground and background.'" (54)

This language echoes that of Dipesh Chakrabarty in his seminal essay, 4 theses and the climate of history, in which he points out a similar contemporary confusion between background and foreground, protagonist and background player, passive and active agent: [...]

I want to use ambient music as a lens through which to talk about environmental catastrophe as brought on, specifically, by capitalism. I want to do this, specifically, because, as Timothy Morton writes, ambient is a way to make the environment strange again, and I believe we need fresh language and perspectives on environmental discourse, to fold in new meanings and contexts into the conversation. I believe aesthetics, in particular through the deployment of music as background music in public spaces and consumerist contexts, mask more sinister forces at work in our daily lives, and that cheery music is often the mask that cynical enterprises wear in the midst of manipulative, extractive, and exploitative advertisements and retail maneuvers. Background music is not only deployed cynically and manipulatively, but deployed all around us at all hours, helps confuse, bamboozle, and smooth over potentially disruptive feelings.

*

Looking at the word Love as deployed in marketing.

One of my favorite sandwich shops in the Bay Area is a place called Ike's sandwiches. There's an Ike's in nearly every city across the Bay area, and the sandwiches were named after local celebrities and personages, many of whom could be seen in framed photos with Ike himself: sports figures like Marshawn Lynch, Steph Curry, and Tim Lindstrom, musicians such as Stephen Jenkins of Third Eye Blind, etc. There was an Ike's nearby on Polk st in San Francisco; there was an Ike's two hours away near my father's house in Modesto, CA, in the central valley. You could never go very far without being close to an Ike's.

For years, I was a devoted Ike's customer, won over by the menu options that ran into the hundreds, and their toasted, slightly sweet Dutch Crunch sandwich bread. But over time, I started to notice that there was something that bothered me about being inside an Ike's store. While nothing much changed about the sandwiches themselves, I found myself increasingly annoyed by visage of Ike's logo, a cartoon version of the owner's smiling face, which seemed to be plastered over every available surface inside the store. The menus, walls, sandwich wrappers, and drink cups, all had the same logo of Ike's goateed face smiling at me as I ate. Something was starting to irk me about Ike.

One day I located the source of my annoyance in the copy on the wrapper of my sandwich, the same copy scrawled over the walls of the establishment, in particular in a certain word: LOVE.

The word Love was inserted in everywhere in Ike's promotional material. The full name of the chain, for example, is "Ike's Love & Sandwiches." Here is the mission statement of Ike's:

"I opened Ike’s in San Francisco in 2007 to share my love of bringing people together over amazing food. Love comes before sandwiches at Ike’s and we are in the love, respect, and appreciation business. Grab a sandwich and fulfill your dreams today! <3 Ike."

In 3 sentences, the word "love" appears 3 times, a rate of one use per sentence. As he puts it, he is primarily in the love business; the sandwiches he sells are secondary, subordinate to his love.

Ike's sandwiches is obviously far from the first business to incorporate the word "love" into its marketing materials. McDonald's is a famous abuser ("I'm lovin it"). More recently Subaru has leaned particularly hard into the word, not only with its slogan ("Love: It's What Makes Subaru") but also with such programs as its Subaru Love Promise, Love Campaign, and Love Program. [expand research here, companies that use love in their titles].

Despite its ubiquity in promotional materials, Ike's overemployment of the use of the word love struck me as a particularly cloying.

"The spectator-buyer is meant to envy herself as she will become if she buys the product. She is meant to imagine herself transformed by the product into an object of envy for others, an envy which will then justify her loving herself. One could put this another way: the publicity image steals her love of herself as she is, and offers it back to her for the price of the product. " (John Berger, Ways of Seeing).

"Publicity helps to mask and compensate for all that is undemocratic within society" (149, Ways of Seeing).

One reason for this, I believe, has to do with the slipshod execution of its campaign.

In Ike's case, I feel like Ike has mistaken the intention or his aim for the word itself. Rather than designing an aesthetic which attracts me, or subtly manipulating me into loving his world of sandwiches, he simply bludgeons me with the word itself, as though to deploy the term over and over is the same thing as to earn it. Like Diddy or Trump, Ike attempts to employ the word Love like a very cheap and not very intelligent hypnotist, not even attempting to disguise the effect he is attempting to induce in his client/victim. [Berardi, inflation of meaning in Poetry]. And not only is the word itself ineffective in inducing the charm the hypnotist hopes to induce, he also exposes the very effect he is trying to conjure, thus making the client all the more awake to the potential grift. In Ike's execution of his love campaign, I see the manipulative bones exposed that are normally so expertly dressed up elsewhere. In mistaking the literal word Love for the feeling or association he means to conjure up, Ike accidentally exposes his retail peers, who are up to the same game but in a much subtler manner.

Ike's "Love" offends me because it joins so readily and easily with a kind of corporate love marketing language which flows in such abundance in and all around the Bay Area tech scene. In particular, many tech enterprises and start-ups in and around San Francisco and the southern peninsula cloak themselves in a kind of wishy washy language in which they preach earnestly of "making the world a better place." Perhaps Ike's use of "Love" only tipped me over the breaking point because I was already primed by tech conglomerates such as Facebook who had, for years, been similarly been peddling related themes such as "connection," or Google, who preached "do no evil."

This kind of cheap love was everywhere in evidence during the time I lived in San Francisco, evident in everything from start-ups mission statements, to the background music used in advertisements, to the statements made at product launches, to the cheery design and color schemes and user interface experiences of their websites, to the mannerisms deployed at social events (which, in time, became indistinguishable from "networking" events). The union of cheapness and love was so ubiquitous as to be difficult to see or pin point. It was like a wallpaper of the city, so ubuitious until it finally wasn't even visible anymore. And just as in Diddy's use of Love and Trump's use of Truth, love and connection were frequently used by startups to perfume an air in which they were openly carrying out private interest for private gain, and not, as they were trying to tell us, "making the world a better place." It was perhaps the flagrancy of the disconnect of Ike's use of Love and his obvious goal of expansion and peddling sandwiches which triggered a deeper pool of long-running resentment towards a media atmosphere in the bay area in which I was constantly being told about love and connection, while at the same time watching a city becoming emptied of vibrancy, culture, immigrants, people of color and low-oncome, teachers, and artists. It seemed obvious to me, that if companies like Facebook and Google were invested in connection and doing no evil, they would start with the cities in which most of their employers worked, and attempt to staunch the flow of cultural and racial displacement they were enacting. Companies like Salesforce had their employees regularly doing community-service and counted those days as work days, but gestures like these seemed aimed more at balming the consciousnesses of employees than actually effecting impactful change. The disconnect between the love preached by company heads at product launches and the slow cultural death of the city lying in the shadows of the cultural launches mirrors for me now the disconnect (or even cynicism) of Trump's insistent use of the word "Truth" and Diddy's insistent use of the word "Love." Under the banner of "connection" and "not doing evil" and "love, "Facebook and Google were like natural forces of erosion which slowly sanded away the Bay Area's identity until all that was left was the Salesforce tower, cheap love, and Ike's Love & Sandwich's. (Amazon similarly delivering "smiles").

America, Baudrilard.

[Berger, ways of seeing]

But perhaps what brought this to mind again most recently was learning that Sean Combs, known also by the names Puff Daddy, Puffy, Puff, P Diddy, or simply Diddy, recently officially changed his name to Love. If one googles Diddy, one will be met by both his instagram and twitter (now X) handles and the first word one will be met with on both counts will be LOVE. Not simply "Love," but with all letters capitalized: LOVE.

In the past year, Diddy has been accused of, amongst other things, sexual abuse, murder, sex trafficking, and being physically abusive to his former partner, singer Cassie. Late in 2023, Cassie publicly accused Diddy of abuse. At that time, the allegations were swiftly dropped and a statement came out from Diddy as follows: “We have decided to resolve this matter amicably. I wish Cassie and her family all the best. Love," he said.

At the time, I was struck by Diddy's quick insertion of the word Love into his public statement, as though trying to quickly or lazily associate the matter at hand with the idea of love. Perhaps what struck me above all was the seeming laziness of the association. Gone were the subtle sideways ways to link something warm or positive to the situation, gone were the preludes, preambles, or contexts, gone were simply even any other words. It felt almost like someone was trying to hypnotize me or cast a spell on me by simply saying the word: LOVE. Just say the word and it will appear. Just say LOVE and it will be present on the mind of the reader. Also present--without ever fully having to explicitly state as much--was the sense that Diddy was suggesting that it was "all love" between himself, Cassie, her family, Diddy's fans or public, and whoever happened to be reading the statement. By insisting that there is love between himself and Cassie, between himself and Cassie's family, perhaps even between himself and the reader, Diddy de-escalates the matter into something casual, familiar, low-stakes.

Recently, the scope of the accusations against Diddy has widened considerably to include not only Cassie's re-surfaced claims of abuse, but to include a large number of parties. In the evidences which have surfaced through this process, one video shows Diddy violently assaulting Cassie as she tries escape him in a hotel room, at one point dragging her by the neck or shoulders back to the hotel room she was attempting to escape from.

Without trying to slide into the salacious or sensationalist, and out of respect for an ongoing investigation in which the full scope of the matter has yet to be revealed, I only bring up the very serious and far-reaching allegations against Diddy as a way to counter-point his newest name: LOVE. (Sidenote: interesting to note how many shifts and transformations from one name to another Diddy has undergone, from Puff Daddy, to P Diddy to Diddy to LOVE. Just like Facebook, like Kanye, like all sorts of shape-shifting organizations).

In Diddy's appropriation of the word LOVE, I see a maneuver which seems commonplace in corporate branding and political marketing alike. For example, I hear echoes of Trump and the far-right's love of and obsession with the word "Truth." Trump, for example, owns a platform called "Truth Media," and ringing out across much of far-right media is an almost desperate insistence on the concept of truth. Diddy's appropriation of LOVE and Trump's appropriation of Truth are striking not for the way that love and truth seem to be misleading, but for the way that Love and Truth are actually the perfect opposites for what appears to be happening in each case, so that the employment of the concept can be understood to signal its exact and perfect opposite.

It is this deployment of a concept or term by a corporate marketer to mask the polar opposite of what the corporate marketer intends that I wish to highlight. In the mouths of advertisers and political messagers, inversing the literal stated message serves as a rosetta stone to unearth another--usually darker--meaning a strikingly high percentage of the time. Diddy's insistent use of the word LOVE, for example, might be seen as a way color or mask an underworld of violence and grave abuse, while Trump's insistence on the word Truth might be seen as a way to mask a worldview in which the "truth" means simply whatever Trump wants it to mean.

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The word "love," or the conjuring of love in advertisements, before Ike's sandwich's never much bothered me. Even still, Subaru's recycling of the word Love throughout all layers and levels of its advertising and public presentation, leaves me oddly indifferent (Perhaps this has something to do with the fact that I'm a Subaru owner, who was raised in the Pacific Northwest, where the Subaru reigns supreme).

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I find an analogue in this process in the way music is used in advertisements and in retail settings. Corporations and entities seeking private gain wear the mask of cheery music to mask selfish interests and to create an ambience of "love" for potential clients. Without ever having to explicitly name "Love" in the clumsy way Diddy or Ike's sandwiches do, retailers, corporations, and advertisers can enmesh their clients in an atmosphere of love through music deployed in advertisements and public places.

What is perhaps most enraging in all of this is the fact that regardless of capitalism's co-optation of music, and of love, love nevertheless is a phenomenon which continues to exist and which deserves praise, attention, and touting, just as, perhaps, truth does.

(Franzen: I Just Called to Say I Love You essay: https://www.technologyreview.com/2008/08/19/269130/i-just-called-to-say-i-love-you/)

Love, perhaps like truth, or connection, might be thought of as a resource worth preserving, which consumerism and capitalist forces erode or endanger. Music, air, silence, and ecologies, likewise, might be thought of as precious resources, which, when surrounded, infused, or wielded by capitalism or other powerful forces seeks private gain, become morphed and corrupted and changed by those forces.

Seen in this light, I see the music employed in advertisements and in retail spaces and public spaces not as innocuous annoyances, or harmless, or enjoyable, but as another--particularly vicious--node or genre of noise pollution, all the more insidious for its disguising itself as something else, and for its camouflage as simply "background," and for the difficulty of collectively seeing such music as pollution.

I don't believe music is neutral or property-less. I think hearing music impacts the senses with just as much force as the other senses (sight, touch, smell, taste), and yet there seems to be much more public acceptance of sonic transgressions than there would be with regards to the other senses. For example, transgression of a physical boundary in a public space through unwanted touch is a transgression taken seriously and punishable by law. Similarly, no one would stand for being forced to taste certain things throughout the day as they moved through public space. And yet when it comes to sound, there seems to be a widespread understanding of and acceptance of the fact that frequent unwanted sonic contacts are simply inevitable while in public space. Sneaking in behind this public acceptance, retailers and marketers dominate the sonic world to a degree that would be considered unthinkable if translated to any of the other senses. For in sound there is nowhere to escape. Sound surrounds. The visual equivalent to being sonically dominated in a retail space would be to have one's eyeballs forced open before a screen a la Clockwork Orange. But whereas the Clockwork Orange image stands in for a form of exotic and futuristic brainwashing and torture, such aural domination is commonplace and seemingly accepted almost everywhere.

Like love, I believe music in general and ambient music in particular, has powerful healing and therapeautic properties--along with many other ambient practioners and creators--and that retail, advertising, and other entities actively co-opt and wield these properties for personal enrichment.

I believe hearing music in all sorts of contexts, all day long, impacts not only the emotional, psychological, and biological contours of our days, but also impacts the way we actively consume music when we finally choose to seek it out, rather than let it be flung at us. (Metaphor: in the same way that millions of homes in a city provide individual light for individuals, collectively that same privately useful light becomes a byproduct, and aggregates collectively to light pollution. Likewise the music of a million retailers' or restaurants or bars or cafes accrues in the mind of the average city dweller, such that, in order to go to the dentist, go grocery shopping, or venture out into public space is to have music inflicted on you, as though music is a neutral property, as though all music the same, and as though its to be taken for granted that any music is better than no music. A contract seems to have been struck in public, shared spaces, which declares that a) any music is better than silence b) all music, in particular familiar or pop music, is simaltenously good (enjoyable) and neutral and that c) if any given public music is not good, then it is at worst harmless. Presumptions are made about the inhabitors of public space. It is presumed, across all sorts of contexts, that they unanimously would prefer to have music than to have no music, and that any old music would do. But when was the contract signed? Who signed it? How did it come to be. Music which in past decades was thought of as the most effecting is recycled in later generations as background music. What does this mean?)

The financial engine of companies preaching love, connection, doing no evil, and making the world a better place was advertisements

2) Little to no propulsive, time-keeping percussion or lyrical content. An immediate exception that comes to mind are Aphex Twin's Selected Ambient Works albums, both of which are filled up with tracks that might be considered "beats."

3) There is often a tint of sadness to it. I propose this has to do with isolation and atomization of society, as proposed by Roquet, as well as a kind of taking stock of the fleetingness of life, as, once again, proposed by Eno in his generation of the concept. I propose the sadness of ambient music has to do with a recognition of death, and a recognition taken on alone. Ambivalence, lack of resolution.

[laurenlavianafamer]

Blog Post #5: Airing My Doubts about Children of Men

The Children of Men is an interesting title, one emphasizing not the role of women but rather the role of men.  It is a film about a world in which infertility has become the world-wide norm—there are no children being born, and the one miraculous child who is born is born not to a man (of course) but to a woman.  The one who will save all of humankind from collapse is not a man wielding weapons, but a woman using the power of birth, the power of the womb, a distinctly female power.  Is this a feminist statement about the idea that women will be saviors of humanity?  Or, is this another iteration of the deeply misogynist idea that women are valuable only, or at least mostly, because of their ability to reproduce?  To be honest, in this film, I see both. And, if the latter interpretation is accurate, then the fact that Kee is a Black woman beings to take on a darker tone, as it recalls the many centuries of oppression that Black women endured being raped, their bodies used for breeding, their bodies considered property, and I worry that the future for Kee and her daughter might not be all that different – The Tomorrow might very well look an awful lot like our past.

Children of Men could be the first chapter of a new rebirth for humankind, one that sees women elevated and one that undoes gender hierarchies of the past.  On the other hand, it is also quite possible that Children of Men is the first chapter of a new world that looks a lot like The Handmaid’s Tale.  What exactly will happen on The Human Project ship the Tomorrow?  Will Kee and her daughter become freer than they were before?  The film assumes so; the audience is asked to assume so too.  But I have my doubts.  Does the power to reproduce give women more political power, or will it end up giving them less of it?  These questions are not really fully answered at the end of Children of Men, but that title…the conspicuous use of the word “Men”…it makes me think that ultimately the answer may very well be the darker, misogynistic one.  Consider that, in the original book Children of Men, it is men who have the infertility problem, not women; but in the film, that is switched…now it is women who are infertile, and there is something problematic to me in that shift, in putting the burden of the world’s infertility onto women.  A world in which a woman’s heroism and value to society comes essentially from her biological fertility is not, to me at least, any great promise of equality at all, in fact, it is quite the opposite—it has all the makings of a patriarchal State in which women’s bodies are owned, controlled, and used, and there are no guarantees that the Human Project will be any different from the oppression and dehumanization Kee is trying to escape.  I know that many see this film as one about hope and faith in the face of apathy and despair; they think it is a film about the possibility of love, faith, and courage in a world so devoid of those very human traits.  Perhaps it is.  But I see a very typical action film merged with a neo-Nativity story (Theo is Joseph and Kee is Mary, she even jokes at one point that she is a virgin) that has its roots deeply set in patriarchal norms and there is no reason to think that any of that will change on the Tomorrow which is, after all, a research facility for infertility.  The film might to some be saying that women are the future; that women are the ones who will provide hope and a future for humanity (it’s feminist message), but to me it is a film saying that in the future, as in the past, women will be valued for their bodies, for their reproductive abilities, and heroism belongs to the men like Theo who ensure the survival of humans with functioning wombs.

[cm-shorts]

Quantum Bayesianism and Consistent Narratives

In one interpretation of quantum mechanics, known as QBism (Quantum Bayesianism), the wave function is not an objective element of the world but a reflection of a subject’s personal beliefs about possible future experiences. It does not describe how the world is, but rather what an agent expects to experience. This leads to a radically personal view of quantum phenomena: every observer has their own wave function, which updates with each new experience. There is no absolute, shared reality—only a continuously constructed stream of individual experience.

A simple thought experiment helps illustrate this idea. Two quantum physicists, A and B, jointly prepare an experiment: an unstable atomic nucleus is placed in a trap, and a detector is set up to register a potential radioactive decay with one hundred percent reliability. After setting up, both physicists leave the lab. From each of their perspectives, the nucleus may or may not have decayed. For both, the system remains in a superposition. Their personal wave functions reflect this uncertainty.

Now A returns to the lab alone, looks at the detector, and observes that the decay has already occurred. For A, this result becomes definite: he has had a concrete experience, and his personal wave function collapses to the "decayed" state. He then leaves the lab again. Meanwhile, B knows nothing of this. From B's point of view, nothing has changed—the system remains in superposition. His wave function remains a reflection of unresolved possibilities.

When B later enters the lab and checks the detector, he too has a concrete experience. Perhaps he sees that the nucleus has not decayed. His wave function now collapses, but to the opposite result. In QBist terms, this is not a contradiction: each observer lives in a world shaped by their own stream of experience. Reality is not a fixed stage but something that emerges at the moment of interaction with a phenomenon.

But now the crucial question arises: what happens when A and B meet and talk about what they saw? Suppose A confidently reports having seen “decayed,” while B just as confidently reports “not decayed.” This leads to a direct clash. Such a situation cannot be resolved through classical reasoning alone. In a quantum, experience-defined world, a deeper mechanism must ensure that such fundamental contradictions are not actually experienced.

One possible resolution I can see is that the world remains, up to the point of their encounter, in a kind of superposition of different narrative paths. Each observer's individual experience unfolds coherently, but many such coherent paths exist in parallel. Only when A and B meet does a selection occur: only those versions of A and B whose experiences are mutually consistent are able to actually meet. The conversation itself becomes a kind of filter, selecting from the many possible worlds only that reality in which narrative consistency exists.

In this quantum-idealistic metaphysics, where there is a multiverse of possibilities but only a single shared actual world, every conscious encounter is an act of selection. The branching of the world persists in the space of possibilities, but not all branches are experienced and thus actualized. Reality is constructed jointly only where stories align. The conversation between A and B is not merely an exchange of preexisting facts—it is the synchronized continuation of two coherent experiential threads. Reality itself arises in the moment of agreement.

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P.S.: If you are a specialist on QBism, which I am not, please let me know how you would resolve the puzzle of this simple thought experiment. In my present understanding, purely private wavefunctions are not enough ...

[selormohene]

day 131 (saturday, november 11th 2023)

Following on from the post for Friday, and a bit of the one for Thursday, and a post from a while back. The contemporary progressive ideology, at least as it manifests in the USA among relatively affluent young urbanites and suburbanites, is influenced by three systems of thought which are in tension. To begin with, there's identitarianism, which involves the valuation of a number of individual identity categories, both the general right of people to "identify" one way or another and to affirm the values they take to be associated with that identity, and as it were the identities that are thereby affirmed. In other words, it's not enough to say "I respect your right to place value on your identity, though I place no such value whatsoever on it myself," it's thought that you should see a wide range of identities as genuinely valuable. This doesn't mean anything goes, for instance, people who identify with being white aren't meant to have their identities affirmed, and there's a genuine question of why not. But it does mean that there are a wide range of identities which would otherwise be thought to be in tension with each other which are somehow meant to be valued simultaneously. And what's more, sometimes you have people identifying with multiple of these categories at once, and it is thought that their own identification with these categories is what determines what those categories can and should be, rather than the other way round. Now in a way it makes complete sense that this should be so; for things to be otherwise would be for human beings to lay down their lives for the sake of abstract ideas. Surely it is the living, breathing human being who should take primacy over the ideology. The problem is that this view often extends to categories which one would think have their basis in some sort of view of what is the case objectively. And so you here have situations where people are like "well Christianity doesn't require X because I identify as a Christian and I don't want it to require X," which wouldn't be an issue of the people who made such claims didn't want their interpretations to govern the interpretations of others, for one thing, and to determine actually existing Christianity, which one would have thought should be constituted independently of their however-formed preferences.

Anyway, that's one strand. Then the second is leftism. The point of leftism lies in two things: the first is the valuation of solidarity across what one might call "superficial" ideological differences, and the second is the affirmation of substantive values such as freedom from the oppression of the bourgeoisie, socialist or communist modes of social organisation, the possibility of free creative or recreational activity untethered from being compelled to reproduce the material conditions of one's existence, perhaps the quasi-Aristotelian idea of realising one's species-being, and so on. So here you have various tensions with the identitarian viewpoint. For one thing you have a privileged set of values which are to be shared by all, rather than different sets of values which nominally have no reason to be compatible but nonetheless have to be valued by all. Second, you have what often seems to amount to a dismissal of categories of identity based on things like race or religion, or sexuality; here there is an argument that such categories arise from falsehoods, are "ideological" in the pejorative sense. Such an argument might take various forms: it might be epistemic in nature, saying that racial or religious identities somehow generate an unreal or reified picture of the social world and its joints; genetic, arguing that the origin of such categories is in a bad aspect of the productive process, either as a sort of false reconciliation in the case of religion or as a divide-and-conquer strategy in the case of race; or functional in nature, arguing that in fact such categories serve to facilitate oppressive relations of production. At least in its Marxist incarnation there is quite a substantive metaphysics behind the leftist impulse, one which is materialist in nature (and I genuinely think that historical and dialectical materialism and metaphysical materialism are meant to go together, though I've heard it argued that they aren't), and this metaphysics is hostile to the idea that there are different spiritualities or ways of knowing or what have you which come with different identities and should all be respected and are equally valuable (or even, somehow, equally true). There is a view of real interests which is divorced from the interests people take themselves to have under these other aspects, and so on.

So that's identitarianism and leftism. And then the third leg is liberalism. Liberalism proceeds from two values: first, the right of each individual to pursue their vision of the good. This it has in common with identitarianism at any rate. But then there's another aspect which puts it in tension with both identitarianism and leftism, which is that the liberal ideology prescinds from including individual or even communal substantive values in public valuation. At any rate, it allows for people to end up agreeing on certain public courses of action for different reasons. Now of course I have my own problems with this sort of view, because it seems to me to reduce reason in the public sphere to a simulacrum which is employed insincerely to produce a veneer of theoretical consensus for the sake of practical coordination, and (depending on how you want to look at things) either forbids people from advocating for their own substantive complex of interests in terms which cannot otherwise be "justified" to others, or is naïve to the fact that people will do this anyway. But the point here is that there is nothing like public valuation. And in a sense liberalism is the glue that binds everything together: it waters down the public substance of identities and the cost of their affirmation to the point where the sort of multiple valuation compelled by identitarianism is pretty cheap. And although there have been efforts recently to reconcile liberalism and leftism, which are perhaps better explained by the fact that contemporary political philosophy professors identify with both ideologies than might their viability explain why people are drawn to both, there nonetheless remains an influential anti-leftist version of liberalism, call it economic libertarianism, which does not construe class differences in the leftist sense as barriers to the liberal vision, perhaps because it starts from the viewpoint (both procedurally and, in a sense, metaphysically) of individuals as free and equal rational points without substantive content, whose particular positions and interests do not enter into public life.

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Backstory outline

Tessera Onyx-Mk. 4’s “adopted” daughter. Blessed with an exceedingly keen intellect and wit as sharp as any laserblade Tessera should have been set up for a good life, right? WRONG! Born to a mother who mysteriously disappeared and a paranoid and alcoholic father who never let her outside unless it was to work the fields. EVEN SO, she managed to glean as much information as possible on Magitech from literally anyone who would share with her. Passing Merchants, mercs even the occasional bandit that just needed someone who actually cared about their stories. And when she saw opportunity, she stole flashvid recordings of popular shows including her favorite...”The Last Warforged”. (Just imagine The Mandolorian but Pedro Pascal plays a Warforged who doesn’t have robo-rabies😑). This strongly influenced her opinion of the only “person” who listened to her, the ever silent and rusted farming bot her old man had purchased a couple years back. The way she saw it, he just had to be a secret badass from the old world who just needed a little, ya know, Push. And so she Pushed. And by push I mean one night sat him down and opened up his backside and tinkered away until morning. No change. At least...not initially. He began reacting strangely to her appearance and even attempting laughter, shock and sadness to the things she said. It wasn’t until she showed him the flashvids of The Last Warforged that something seemed to click. SUDDENLY he could speak, had a strange amalgamation of a personality and most importantly...he seemed to care deeply about her. Unfortunately, Her elation was short lived. As Mark(yes she named him that) evolved so too did her father devolve. He had been growing more slovenly by the day, giving into his drunken ways and his conspiracy theories. If Tessera had confided in Mark earlier, perhaps things would have turned out differently. But she never spoke of her father to him always deflected away from the subject. Luckily, Mark noticed the increasing number of bruises and his still sluggish intellect began to comprehend. For the first time in his limited memory, he disobeyed orders and entered the house he was forbidden by the farmer to ever enter. There he saw the Father in the midst of one of his abusive tirades, his own daughter sprawled on the floor in front of him. Something inside him snapped. Eyes red. All emotion removed. He swiftly moved forward on a man who couldn’t grasp what was going on. Gripping him by the throat, Mark crushed his windpipe like a rotten melon. Tessera had never really feared her father. Hated him...but never feared.

She was afraid of Mk. 4.

But Tessera was too quick witted to fall prey to that fear. She calmed Mark until he reverted to his preferred personality and contrived a plan. They would run away, she thought.

They would become scavengers.

A devilish smile broadened across her face.

That was when Mark first remembered knowing fear himself...

Mk. 4/Mark(rest of operating code is too damaged to be interpreted)- retrofitted warforged “farming” bot turned black market dealer/appraiser/fence in ancient magitech. On the farm he was little more than a lobotomized husk of his former glory with rudimentary automated functionality and the ability to follow orders. The farmer’s daughter awakened his dorment warforged persona allowing him to access some areas of his malfunctioning mental construct. Most importantly, it allowed him to access the Universal Logistical Database (basically he HAD comprehensive blueprints and the ability to track any partially active old world tech anywhere in the world) that his model of supply/support model came equipped with. After being forced to kill her abusive father in order to save her life, he ran away from the authorities who undoubtedly would have “decommissioned” him for the murder. Taking the daughter with him, survival was initially rough as discrimination against his kind was high...until he met a cruel-hearted, sneering genius of an elf.

Arcaena “Cutthroat” Caidan- Mk. 4’s old partner in crime. An alarmingly gorgeous elvish wizard(tall, slim, silver hair, one blue eye one gold because it’s an artificial magitech eye) of indeterminate age who specialized in masterminding salvaging expeditions and heists alike...always seemed to have an uncanny amount of knowledge pertaining to the pre-cataclysm world. Mark helped her outwit a battalion of sacred coil and steal the magitech they were after. He also proved his capability and knowledge when it came to old world tech. From then on they were partners in the trade of of acquiring and selling Magitech by any means necessary. Her genius intellect is only matched by her cold-hearted disregard for the lives and fortunes of others. Mark and his “daughter” were two of the few individuals she trusted. Unfortunately, she decided to share Mark’s little secret (access to the Universal Logistical Database) with other parties without informing him and when he confronted her...

she made the mistake of threatening the life of his surrogate daughter. A threat Mark took much more seriously then she did. On their way to sell a batch of artifacts, he sliced her throat well she slept and escaped into the night with his daughter. But it was too late and the interested parties came to collect.

The Trickster’s Gambit and The Order of Nyarlathotep- the trickster’s gambit is a chain of Casinos/other entertainment based establishments run primarily by dark elves that functions in every city and even has establishments outside the cities. This, however, is merely a cover for the criminal underworld and most if not all the Gambits are actually auctioning houses for black market trade. Due to the sheer power that controlling all criminal trade in the world entails, the Gambits are believed by some to be the base of operations for (Bryce inserts his thieves guild equivalent here...or some other even more insidious criminal organization). The Tricksters themselves operate with a certain level of autonomy from all other underworld associates and are extremely enigmatic and unpredictable.

Royal Flush:

The Ace-rogue mastermind all Information unknown because no one has ever seen them in the flesh.

The King-Goliath warlock who possesses dirt on everyone. Everyone...not an exaggeration. Never been seen out of his impressive suit of armor. Some even believe he is secretly a death knight.

The Queen-dark elf Druid who secretly owns most of the pharmaceutical/alchemical manufacturers in the world and runs the narcotics trade on the black market as well. Her family’s Matrons have run the Gambits since they were originally founded.

The Jack- Warforged eldritch knight with a nasty reputation and an army of thugs in every city that enforce that reputation. He deals with all the “cleaning up” and has authority over all mercs/assassins in the organization with the exception of The Four Aces, who answer only to The King/Queen.

The Ten of Suit-identity also unknown. The only information known is that they are the accountant of the Royal Flush and it is believed that they are moved from city to city frequently so that their location can never truly be known.

The Four Aces-the four deadliest assassins in the world? Presumably debatable. Each possesses a unique technique and method of executing their targets. Once contracted...they never fail. Though they are primarily at the Trickster’s disposal, they are allowed to take contracts from elsewhere (usually from the extremely rich and powerful).

The rest of the organization is divided up into squads of individuals who can be subcategorized as Straight Flush (command squad), Full house (administrative), Flush (operations but also literally any other task that needs performing), and Straight (thugs). High Cards are extraneous members (mob boss types and rich people who pay a ridiculous amount to feel like they’re part of the Gambit and hold power.......they don’t)

The Order of Nyarlathotep- A secret cult that exists in all four cities but is especially present in the criminal underworld. It is believed that most if not all of the Tricksters and a majority of the High Cards are also secretly members of this cult. The worship of Nyarlathotep can be summed up quite quickly...the world is doomed. There’s nothing any mortal can do to stop it. Instead you should remove all your inhibitions (with the help of drugs👍) and do all the fucked up shit you’ve ever fantasized about. Nyarlathotep promises, through its infinite power and insidious wisdom, to grant its most faithful servants with new physical and mental forms even more capable of experiencing pleasures that would otherwise be impossible in a regular body.

...Jesus. THE POINT IS these are the guys after Mark’s Universal Logistical Database.

The guys lil’ Miss Cutthroat tried to sell her “friend” to!

They’re also the guys who brought Arcaena back from the dead and helped her worm her way into her new position of power...as the princesses?empresses? (I can’t remember her title also send me her name) Head of Security and one of her most trusted advisers. Arcaena sold out Mark to gain membership to both the aforementioned groups. BUT WAIT THERES MORE!!!

Arcaena answers directly to the King within the Royal Flush and Corresponds with a mysterious High Card who is known to be a high ranking member of Nyarlathotep’s cult.

THE HIGH RANKING MEMBER!

The Cunning God of Death(self-titled😑)-Riddance(though the human body it puppets goes by Kano) is a monster spawned from one of the 14. A lesser monster but one seemingly spawned specifically to end the war of attrition against the Elemental Beasts (in the earliest days of post cataclysm). Riddance and it’s generation have increased intelligence and seem almost designed to outwit the mortal races. Disturbingly, Riddance sees itself as too intelligent to even answer to its superiors and was infuriated by its inborn lot in life almost immediately. But it soon realized that by augmenting itself with Magitech, it could become far more powerful.

To this end, it sought out the nearest defective logistical warforged unit and, by dissecting it, located a magitech artifact that would allow Riddance to absorb the powers and abilities of any creature it consumes. It has already consumed MANY mortals and monsters alike AS WELL AS constantly augmenting it’s body with Magitech (I’m imagining a storm giant sized warforged with the head of a mechanized beholder) and plans to eventually eat the 14 Greats and the Elemental Beasts as well. Riddance has no idea that the warforged it dissected its original info from was in fact Mark...long before his scraps were repurposed into a rusty farming bot. *sigh*

Riddance aside, The Order of Nyarlathotep had the Gambit’s send out their agents to kill Mark and get the rest of the ULD out of his head. Upon realizing this from Caidan, Mark decides to end his partner’s life as she knows far too much about the way he and tessera operate and would undoubtedly be able to find them no matter where they ran to. He also made the far more difficult decision to trick his daughter into getting caught by the Church(as to the deity or what city they’re based out of, I leave that to you), whom he had warned ahead of time was an orphan and would attempt to run away if not confined for her own safety. He separated from her just in time as well, for he didn’t even manage to skip town before the Gambit’s agents caught up to him. He gave them a run for their money, ducking and weaving through alleys, scaling buildings, cutting through various apartments and engaging his pursuers in firefights as he desperately tried to escape. But it was too late for that... outmanned and outgunned In an abandoned warehouse, he was about to meet his end when suddenly he was saved by a shadowy figure who single-handedly defeated the agents. In return for his life, Mark would have to allow the stranger to extract the ULD through non-lethal means. Mark begrudgingly accepted and when the procedure was completed the stranger informed him that the Order would be deceived into thinking that the warforged possessing the ULD had been destroyed. “You may still be of use to us.” The stranger said before vanishing into the shadows.

At this point, you’d think Mark would return to his daughter and tell her that he managed to weasel his way out of yet another certain death scenario. Unfortunately, at this point Mark had already begun to question the value of his existence...of his “protection”. He’d put his daughter in far more danger than he’d saved her from. His foolish trust of Caidan and indeed the lifestyle they’d lead in general would surely end only in death or far, far worse for her. It was a decision he’d been brooding on for some time. He had to leave her behind. Cut ties. She’d be better off without him putting a target on her back. So crafted an auditory device to relay one last message to her and, after delivering it to one of the nuns at the church, disappeared into the night.