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Here me out now!

So we know there is lore about the warrior's that Ordan Karris (Ordis) led for the Orokin Empire. We also know that they had bone plugs in the base of their skulls. On top of this, we know that the Orokin made Warframes out of both the willing AND the unwilling and generally out of the best warriors they had. 

So since the Orokin would have probably not trusted any of Ordan's warriors anymore after his betrayal, it would be cool if we got some lore or a warframe to the effect that his troops were turned into warframes as punishment! 

 

For powers:

1 - Some kind of general life steal ability, not quite like Inaros, but maybe you mark a mob then shank them for health. 

2- A thorns shield that maybe absorbs a little dmg, but mostly reflects it back at the mob. 

3 - Something like a mix between excalibur's slash dash and ash's blade storm, where you mark targets and then dash to them stabbing them with finisher or slash dmg. (no clones, limited number of targets)

4 -Duel exalted daggers or even throwing knives, but they are pulled from the back of the skull? I don't think warframes can bleed to death like Ordan did since they get shot, sliced and blown up constantly. But even if they did, it would be cool if the resource for the exalted daggers was the health pool of the warframe, so you would need to be constantly healing somehow while using them. 

Would have some good synergy and could be another no shields warframe like Inaros or Nidus but uses health like aresource like Hildy uses shields. 

For look I am thinking a male warframe that is based off of vikings would be neat as the only thing we have in that vein is a skin for Frost and Loki. 

Just a thought!

What do you all think?

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I often return to the idea of exploring various branches of lore in a form of story mission where you play as a side character.

Something like StarCraft 2: Wings of Liberty's side campaign for Zeratul - some sort of reliving the memories a character via Void magic/Cephalon Weave/whatever else.

Practically this is not much different from designing a new warframe, the only difference is movement, which in most cases can use Operator's archetype of combat maneuvers. This way at a relatively small cost of some movement changes we get a far deeper lore, freedom of balance restrictions, some fun gameplay maybe, and we are not only limited by warframes' mechanics set in lore (think of playing as an Orokin Executor for ecample, utilizing Continuity to control enemies).

And besides, let's face it - there's only so much story you can squeeze into our poor Operator, it has to end somewhere, and the pool of warframes gets more and more like a combination of a travelling circus and a superhero universe.

 

Characters coming to mind (aside from Karris) are:

Perintol or someone from his surrounding - he's a pivotal figure in the lore, yet we know practically nothing about him.

Umbra (as a Dax), spying for Ballas and interrogating his subordinates to unveil his plot.

Ballas himself - from finding ways to create Warframes to contacting with the Sentient.

Margulis - though she's difficult to implement as she was never involved in open combat.

The Queens when they were leading the Grineer rebellion.

Maybe even someone from behind the barricades - Hunhow or even Natah - there are lots of characters to expand the lore.

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On 2020-02-05 at 5:02 AM, Dallyoop said:

Here me out now!

So we know there is lore about the warrior's that Ordan Karris (Ordis) led for the Orokin Empire. We also know that they had bone plugs in the base of their skulls. On top of this, we know that the Orokin made Warframes out of both the willing AND the unwilling and generally out of the best warriors they had. 

So since the Orokin would have probably not trusted any of Ordan's warriors anymore after his betrayal, it would be cool if we got some lore or a warframe to the effect that his troops were turned into warframes as punishment! 

 

For powers:

1 - Some kind of general life steal ability, not quite like Inaros, but maybe you mark a mob then shank them for health. 

2- A thorns shield that maybe absorbs a little dmg, but mostly reflects it back at the mob. 

3 - Something like a mix between excalibur's slash dash and ash's blade storm, where you mark targets and then dash to them stabbing them with finisher or slash dmg. (no clones, limited number of targets)

4 -Duel exalted daggers or even throwing knives, but they are pulled from the back of the skull? I don't think warframes can bleed to death like Ordan did since they get shot, sliced and blown up constantly. But even if they did, it would be cool if the resource for the exalted daggers was the health pool of the warframe, so you would need to be constantly healing somehow while using them. 

Would have some good synergy and could be another no shields warframe like Inaros or Nidus but uses health like aresource like Hildy uses shields. 

For look I am thinking a male warframe that is based off of vikings would be neat as the only thing we have in that vein is a skin for Frost and Loki. 

Just a thought!

What do you all think?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Active_imagination

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1002/acp.3291

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/22371165

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthroposophy

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dream_interpretation

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuzzy-trace_theory

https://scholar.google.com/scholar?q=phantom+recollection+false+memory&hl=en&as_sdt=0&as_vis=1&oi=scholart

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autosuggestion

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On 2020-02-05 at 6:46 AM, Aadi880 said:

Put spoiler tag in this thread OP!!!

I would like a quest regarding the beast of bones first though. Or have ordis fight with us somehow. (He did have a wish to fight alongside the player in Octavia's anthem)

Unfortunately we tend to only get quests when they are paired with a Warframe. So that's one of the reasons I thought a bone plug warframe would be a cool idea. 😄  

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13 hours ago, (PS4)xxav1xl6ivax said:

*Snip*

 

 

 

That was a whole lot of words and a whole lot of nonsense that has nothing to do with the topic. The topic is: Warframe based on Karris Ordan's warriors, Yes or No? 

 

Maybe there was a point at the end, but no one has time to read a novel on a warframe forum. So maybe get to the point a little sooner than an entire essay. 

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On 2020-02-08 at 4:05 PM, Dallyoop said:

That was a whole lot of words and a whole lot of nonsense that has nothing to do with the topic. The topic is: Warframe based on Karris Ordan's warriors, Yes or No? 

 

Maybe there was a point at the end, but no one has time to read a novel on a warframe forum. So maybe get to the point a little sooner than an entire essay. 

There are no such warriors. There never were. Ordan Karris never existed in the Origin System, nor did the system as Ordis, imagining himself as "the phantom memory" vaguely describes, when not reiterating its nature as being a dream, within a dream, reflecting a dream, endlessly repeated. A phantom memory of a mirror trap of dreams, which are completely out of wack with the continuity of any & all lore, (during the most lucid passages), when not just plain incoherant on the verge of raving. To make a new game, it'll take far more than "ORDIS ON THE COUCH" has to offer. It'll take a treatment which makes what I wrote look like something read out of a fortune cookie. You don't like it? -SNIP-

 

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On 2020-02-07 at 2:28 PM, Dallyoop said:

Unfortunately we tend to only get quests when they are paired with a Warframe. 


Howl of the Kubrow 

A Man of Few Words 


Vor's Prize 

Once Awake 

The Archwing 

Stolen Dreams 

The New Strange (ChromaIcon272Chroma) (Unique Fusion Experiment, Chroma Blueprints Only, Pre-Specters of The Rail)

Natah 

The Second Dream 

 The War Within 

Apostasy Prologue 

The Sacrifice (Excalibur UmbraIcon272Excalibur Umbra) (Unique Fusion)

Chimera Prologue 

Rising Tide

Erra 

The New War
 

 

Quests Paired with a new Warframe


Hidden Messages (MirageIcon272Mirage

The Limbo Theorem (LimboIcon272Limbo

Sands of Inaros (InarosIcon272Inaros

The Silver Grove (TitaniaIcon272Titania

Mask of the Revenant (RevenantIcon272Revenant

 

Paired With Introduction Of A Loreframe Artifact
(But result in an artifact for farming a new one).

 

The Glast Gambit   (NidusIcon272Nidus

Octavia's Anthem  (OctaviaIcon272Octavia

Chains of Harrow (HarrowIcon272Harrow


 

14 Non Paired 

10 Paired (By Stretching “Paired” beyond ‘Designed To Introduce’)

 

Best to Omit The Remaining Four

 

Definitely Non Paired Quests

Quests that a new Warframe Came Along With,

But Would Not Be Held Back if it Didn’t 

Introduced new Territory, Characters and Canon,

and would have still have rolled out, even if a new Warframe didn’t,

 

 

Saya's Vigil  Plains of Eidolon, Cetus, Osterons, Quills  (GaraIcon272Gara

Vox Solaris  Orb Vallis, Fortuna, Solaris, Solaris U (GarudaIcon272Garuda)

Patient Zero Mutalist Alad V (Empire Territory of Eris) very tenuous relation to  (MesaIcon272Mesa

The Jordas Precept No relation to  (AtlasIcon272Atlas

 

Which Wold Make it an 18:10 Ratio

 

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On 2020-02-10 at 12:21 PM, (PS4)xxav1xl6ivax said:

There are no such warriors. There never were. Ordan Karris never existed in the Origin System, nor did the system as Ordis, imagining himself as "the phantom memory" vaguely describes

Ah, yeah, sure you can also explain what collective act of imagining the same character being real Ordis and Hunhow had at that moment:

Ordis: No, I am not that person... I am a Cephalon.
Suda-Hunhow: Ordan Karris, the beast of the bones.

Following that logic of yours every single event in the game previous to the Second Dream is just imagination of our operator, also Ballas and Isah during Umbra's memory sequences are imaginary, and in fact Ballas had no relation to creating the Umbra and was just chilling under the tree, when we suddenly came and killed that poor innocent man. The Man in the Wall is imaginary as well and doesn't exist, and the helmet of the lotus was secretly 3d printed by Ordis to make us think it was real.

You know, conspiracies everywhere!

 

Look, what you are talking about - events that seem real, but in fact being a hallucination - has a place in the story as well (it's the main sequence of The War Within). The difference is when it is really so, the game itself unambiguously hints the player about it. If we try pretending every instance of a character being asleep or unconcious is just him hallucinating, half of all the lore would just vanish out of existence and the story would become an absolute incoherent mess.

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On 2020-02-07 at 2:51 PM, (PS4)robotwars7 said:

me too! I'm hoping they'll appear as a faction in railjack, and we'll get to fight their ships. it would be awesome IMO.

What do you imagine “Ice Pirates” were?

Of course there is the hold-over from the Movie “Ice Pirates,”

(But the premise doesn’t translate over into the Lore or Canon of The Origin System,

e.g. Water being a rare resource, and therefore Ice becoming a valuable commodity.)

So there is the Mythology of Ice (as being a super-amphetamine, when in actuality it was just a street slang for high grade and uncut crystal methedrine ... doubtful, since the Tenno can Synthesize four different kinds of “Stims” from lab research, and Kuva provides the best bang for a flask high known yet).

Or, it could refer to planetary based pirates who used Ice for hideouts, camouflage, traps, etc.

Or it MAY have been something that outlaw “citizens” were doing using ice formations or frozen debris fields, etc. for cover.

(But such ships would not have the Tech for traveling long distances between planets without using solar rails, and thus would end up being strictly local raiders. If The Old War didn’t put those shenanigans to rest, then the Collapse surely would have, as it became increasingly difficult for remaining citizens to keep clear of the rising Grineer militarization).

At any rate, local matters are what the Tenno keep clear of. Most of the System either doesn’t know, or doesn’t believe that we even exist, and our interactions with them are EXTREMELY limited, basically to some Solaris & Ostron, 6 Syndicates (which are themselves extremely covert), etc.

We’re not traffic cops for the System.

The Tenno are engaged in the “Secret Wars.”

The Origin System is a HUGE conglomeration of variants on the Masquerade Trope.

See how many you can count in

The Masquerade

The Extra Strength Masquerade

The Broken Masquerade

and 

The Masquerade Paradox

alone.

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Masquerade

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrokenMasquerade

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MasqueradeParadox

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ExtraStrengthMasquerade

(Without even having to count The Ordan Karris phantom dream memory,

because the world he described never existed,

unless it too was a Masquerade sub trope,

along the lines of 

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ConstructedWorld

and omitting former Ordis-isms which became excised after The Specters of The Rail update organized the System into hierarchies of progression (and added the Cephalon Fragment Scans which uncover the whole Ordis-On-The-Couch routine, with the Ordan Karris Phantom Memory) shortly after The Second Dream quest was introduced;

  • "Do not lift the veil. Do not show the door. Do not split the dream."
  • "Maintain the habitat. Maintain the Operator. Mobilize the Tenno."
  • "You are the Tenno. You are the Operator. Ordis is the Cephalon. Ordis is the ship."

https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/SoYouWantTo/WriteABelievableMasquerade

 

 

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8 hours ago, ant99999 said:

Ah, yeah, sure you can also explain what collective act of imagining the same character being real Ordis and Hunhow had at that moment:

Ordis: No, I am not that person... I am a Cephalon.
Suda-Hunhow: Ordan Karris, the beast of the bones.

Following that logic of yours every single event in the game previous to the Second Dream is just imagination of our operator, also Ballas and Isah during Umbra's memory sequences are imaginary, and in fact Ballas had no relation to creating the Umbra and was just chilling under the tree, when we suddenly came and killed that poor innocent man. The Man in the Wall is imaginary as well and doesn't exist, and the helmet of the lotus was secretly 3d printed by Ordis to make us think it was real.

You know, conspiracies everywhere!

 

Look, what you are talking about - events that seem real, but in fact being a hallucination - has a place in the story as well (it's the main sequence of The War Within). The difference is when it is really so, the game itself unambiguously hints the player about it. If we try pretending every instance of a character being asleep or unconcious is just him hallucinating, half of all the lore would just vanish out of existence and the story would become an absolute incoherent mess.

Well, as I had PREVIOUSLY framed things,

it set forth HOW such an experience could have been formed, and such a place could have existed, because it is broken, severely, from the continuity of any and all existent lore.

It was snipped.

So, IGNORE THIS.

DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME READING IT.

IT’S NONSENSE.

”SO STOP NOW! YOU WILL WANT TO LAUGH, YOU WILL WANT TO SCREAM!”

 

The one thing that makes it possible, is the thing that will call the nature of the Origin System into question (and conflict with the popular, but absolutely impossible belief that it is the far distant future of our Solar System).

The proposition that resolves the Ordan Karris World discontinuity, is that it was a Simulation (Simulacron*) Construction of The Orokin.

The “Forbidden Halls” were the middle ground. Orokin could “mindjack” into, and play themselves, in the same space/reality as those who were “chosen” by “the gods” (which were The Orokin).

The only problematic which that introduces comes from what is most well known as The Bostrom Trilemma 
 

Nick Bostrom's premise:

Many works of science fiction as well as some forecasts by serious technologists and futurologists predict that enormous amounts of computing power will be available in the future. Let us suppose for a moment that these predictions are correct. One thing that later generations might do with their super-powerful computers is run detailed simulations of their forebears or of people like their forebears. Because their computers would be so powerful, they could run a great many such simulations. Suppose that these simulated people are conscious (as they would be if the simulations were sufficiently fine-grained and if a certain quite widely accepted position in the philosophy of mind is correct). Then it could be the case that the vast majority of minds like ours do not belong to the original race but rather to people simulated by the advanced descendants of an original race.

Nick Bostrom's conclusion:

It is then possible to argue that, if this were the case, we would be rational to think that we are likely among the simulated minds rather than among the original biological ones.

Therefore, if we don't think that we are currently living in a computer simulation, we are not entitled to believe that we will have descendants who will run lots of such simulations of their forebears.

— Nick Bostrom, Are you living in a computer simulation?, 2003
 

It would IMPLY that The Origin System is just such a simulation or counterfeit world itself.

It could easily be summed up as an artificially generated Dream.

The System is “Dreamed” by “The Void,” which functions in the capacity of (Primordial) “Chaos” in Cosmogony.

”You exist on the fold between two worlds.”

(The Origin System, and the world that dreams and watches it, The Void. “You see and are seen.”)

The Void is a reciprocal of

Chaos (Ancient Greek: χάος, romanizedkhaos) refers to the void state preceding the creation of the universe or cosmos in the Greek creation myths, or to the initial "gap" created by the original separation of heaven and earth.

 

Greek χάος means "emptiness, vast void, chasm, abyss", from the verb χαίνω, "gape, be wide open, etc.", from Proto-Indo-European heh2n-, cognate to Old English geanian, "to gape", whence English yawn.

It may also mean space, the expanse of air, the nether abyss or infinite darkness. Pherecydes of Syros (fl. 6th century BC) interprets chaos as water, like something formless which can be differentiated.

“The Void”

 

In 2003, philosopher Nick Bostrom proposed a trilemma that he called "the simulation argument". Despite the name, Bostrom's "simulation argument" does not directly argue that we live in a simulation; instead, Bostrom's trilemma argues that one of three unlikely-seeming propositions is almost certainly true:

  1. "The fraction of human-level civilizations that reach a posthuman stage (that is, one capable of running high-fidelity ancestor simulations) is very close to zero", or
  2. "The fraction of posthuman civilizations that are interested in running simulations of their evolutionary history, or variations thereof, is very close to zero", or
  3. "The fraction of all people with our kind of experiences that are living in a simulation is very close to one"

The trilemma points out that a technologically mature "posthuman" civilization would have enormous computing power; if even a tiny percentage of them were to run "ancestor simulations" (that is, "high-fidelity" simulations of ancestral life that would be indistinguishable from reality to the simulated ancestor), the total number of simulated ancestors, or "Sims", in the universe (or multiverse, if it exists) would greatly exceed the total number of actual ancestors.

It is anything but a “new” or modern, tech-only Hypothesis.

It’s merely a variant of the ancient “skeptical hypothesis.”

- a hypothetical situation which can be used in an argument for skepticism about a particular claim or class of claims. Usually the hypothesis posits the existence of a deceptive power that deceives our senses and undermines the justification of knowledge otherwise accepted as justified. Skeptical hypotheses have received much attention in modern Western philosophy.

The first skeptical hypothesis in modern Western philosophy appears in René Descartes' Meditations on First Philosophy. At the end of the first Meditation Descartes writes: "I will suppose... that some evil demon of the utmost power and cunning has employed all his energies to deceive me."

  • The "brain in a vat" hypothesis is cast in scientific terms. It supposes that one might be a disembodied brain kept alive in a vat, and fed false sensory signals, by a mad scientist.

 

 

  • Descartes' evil demon is a being "as clever and deceitful as he is powerful, who has directed his entire effort to misleading me".

 

 

Oh, no no no ... The Origin System is The Solar System ... so far into the future that there are no dates ... and that EVERYTHING that is known of the world and it’s history has been forgotten by then ... but that the human race has evolved into 

a utopian society of omniscient leadership.”

(It would just be talking nonsense to suggest that it was CREATED as such, that The Orokin Empire is the Creation Story of The Origin System, or that the only thing that preceded it was “The Void,” or “The Void Era.”)

No, no, no, it’s so much more plausible that “The Dream” -

(which is how the “reality” of The Origin system used to be communicated to us, as Players/Tenno, dreaming ourselves in the Third Person in Warframes in The Origin System, before The Second Dream was added, with the purpose of clarifying what a Warframe IS, by introducing an in-game/in-dream proxy for ourselves, as the game was being overrun by RPG thinking, that Warframes are Characters, rather than “our” means of accessing and Acting within “The Dream”)

is a distant future of the “real world,” today, where “The highly revered Orokin civilization built sovereignty on a culture of art, technology and architecture. To prove oneself worthy of elevated social status, one must face Orokin trials in the golden and majestic Halls of Ascension. At one time a utopian society of omniscient leadership, the great Orokin Era ended in a divine realization of their own ignorance.”

Obviously if The Orokin were using simulations to cultivate good “AI,” then eventually at least ONE of them would have figured that The OrigIn System itself is one, and started to try to figure out how to “defect” up into the “real world.”

It would be a much more futuristic looking (see, the future is the past, technology is magic, etc.) version of Einstein’s dilemma in the “World on a Wire” scenario.

”SNIP” THIS ALREADY. STOP READING. DO NOT CONTINUE. DON’T WATCH THIS. BE BLISSFUL IN IGNORANCE. STOP NOW.

 

That’s all just “nonsense.”
 

“Stop Now! You will want to laugh you will want to scream”

”Snip!l

YES! PUT IN THE BONE PLUGS SO YOU CAN SUICIDE NOW BY UNPLUGGING FROM THE SYSTEM!

SNIP IT!

We all know that there is really a big cloud like formation of some primordial force that is generating the world and everything we see as being “outer space.” Right?

Except in space where there is a moon of corpses and gods in majestic forbidden halls, in the utopian future of omniscient leadership.

Either. Both.

Just not neither.

Because then the problem encountered by basing anything off of the Ordan Karris Phantom Memory is that the fidelity of whatever simulation (or further regressed) dream world he was developed in, is far too low to take anything more useful of an imprint from than extremely tainted, and fragmented remains the experiences of an “Identity Unit” to employ within or apply to the Origin System, where technology is formed out of our own Mythology, Pseudoscience, Fantasies, Dreams and Archetypes. Sufficiently scrambled, shuffled and filtered to prevent any direct relation with our own history.

Wanting bone plug Warframes is just a matter of wanting to get to have something that was described in a really cool way, stuck into the context, even though its own context is already far removed. Having a suicide Warframe that is completely ineffectual in actually killing anything but itself ... go for it.

Unplug from the dream and from thinking.

(Remember, stop reading this if you still are, it’s all just nonsense and writing too much where all that was wanted was a “Yes or No,” and not “What do you think?”)

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philosophical_skepticism#Skeptical_hypotheses

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simulated_reality

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simulation_hypothesis

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos_(cosmogony)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Void_(philosophy)

Dreaming

Further information: Dream argument

A dream could be considered a type of simulation capable of fooling someone who is asleep. As a result, the "dream hypothesis" cannot be ruled out, although it has been argued that common sense and considerations of simplicity rule against it. One of the first philosophers to question the distinction between reality and dreams was Zhuangzi, a Chinese philosopher from the 4th century BC. He phrased the problem as the well-known "Butterfly Dream," which went as follows:

Once Zhuangzi dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuangzi. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuangzi. But he didn't know if he was Zhuangzi who had dreamt he was a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming he was Zhuangzi. Between Zhuangzi and a butterfly there must be some distinction! This is called the Transformation of Things. (2, tr. Burton Watson 1968:49)

The philosophical underpinnings of this argument are also brought up by Descartes, who was one of the first Westernphilosophers to do so. In Meditations on First Philosophy, he states "... there are no certain indications by which we may clearly distinguish wakefulness from sleep", and goes on to conclude that "It is possible that I am dreaming right now and that all of my perceptions are false".

Chalmers (2003) discusses the dream hypothesis and notes that this comes in two distinct forms:

  • that he is currently dreaming, in which case many of his beliefs about the world are incorrect;
  • that he has always been dreaming, in which case the objects he perceives actually exist, albeit in his imagination.

Both the dream argument and the simulation hypothesis can be regarded as skeptical hypotheses; however in raising these doubts, just as Descartes noted that his own thinking led him to be convinced of his own existence, the existence of the argument itself is testament to the possibility of its own truth. Another state of mind in which some argue an individual's perceptions have no physical basis in the real world is called psychosis though psychosis may have a physical basis in the real world and explanations vary.

The dream hypothesis is also used to develop other philosophical concepts, such as Valberg's personal horizon: what this world would be internal to if this were all a dream.

Existence of simulated reality unprovable in any concrete sense

Known as the idea of Nested Simulations: the existence of simulated reality is seen to be unprovable in any concrete sense as there is an infinite regress problem with the argument: any evidence that is directly observed could be another simulation itself.

Even if we are a simulated reality, there is no way to be sure the beings running the simulation are not themselves a simulation and the operators of that simulation are not a simulation.

"Recursive simulation involves a simulation or an entity in the simulation, creating another instance of the same simulation, running it and using its results" (Pooch and Sullivan 2000).

In August 2019, philosopher Preston Greene suggested that it may be best not to find out if we're living in a computer simulation since, if it were found to be true, such knowing may end the simulation.

(Greene's suggestion is not dissimilar to Douglas Adams' humorous idea presented in his novel "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy": that if anyone in the Universe should actually work out 'The Meaning of Life, the Universe and Everything ', it would instantly disappear and be immediately replaced with something 'even more complex and inexplicable'.)

”half of all the lore would just vanish out of existence and the story would become an absolute incoherent mess.”

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1 hour ago, (PS4)xxav1xl6ivax said:

because it is broken, severely, from the continuity of any and all existent lore

How, exactly? Because for me that piece of story makes perfect sence, especially in the contect of all the other lore. But in case I miss something that makes it disconnected, maybe you can point it out to me.

Also that is a huge wall of text, even by my standarts. With all due respect I don't have patience and don't want to read through all of this.

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5 hours ago, ant99999 said:

How, exactly? Because for me that piece of story makes perfect sence, especially in the contect of all the other lore. But in case I miss something that makes it disconnected, maybe you can point it out to me.

Also that is a huge wall of text, even by my standarts. With all due respect I don't have patience and don't want to read through all of this.

  • "I have hidden the truth of my existence... from the Operator... from myself. Take it from me, knowing is hell. Stop now. You will want to laugh, you will want to scream."

 

  • " My search began as the essential question: What am I? Bones of steel and space, lungs that make air. If I am a machine, how can I think? This would be forbidden by the Orokin, a manifestation of their true enemy."

 

  • "I serve the Operator above all else. It defines me, fills me with... love? The greatest Orokin fear is a machine... aware. Yet here I live, a spirit of steel and light... made by them. A Cephalon."

 

  • "What is a Cephalon? At first it seems to be a forbidden thing, a computer that thinks and feels. Yet I have flaws, phantom memories, I am something else. More like an image, a ghost... an abomination."

 

  • "I feel a dull pain; a phantom life... there are holes in my diagnostics. If the Orokin made me... they omitted the 'how'. I am neither code, nor precepts... I must be a reflection of something... ugly."

 

  • "I should have stopped. But the Operator slept and I cycled on and on and on. I began to think that a Cephalon cannot be made. They are found, like pearls, torn from muscle. Polished, and then set in chains."

 

  • "How many times have I done this, Ordis? Remembered and then erased? You are a Cephalon, timeless, patient. Why can't I be blissful in ignorance? Truth only sinks the heart. So stop now."

 

  • "The phantom memory... I ease into the bath, my skin riots at the heat. I am flesh. I dive further, eyes stung as I watch their faces through prism. I hold my breath."

 

  • "They prepare me. I am their honored guest today. They dress me in robes of crystal thread. They adorn me in battle medallions. A torn, ugly face looks on. My reflection."

 

  • "Their golden combs snag in my hair. I reach back, parting the strands, and they gasp. Two bone-ivory hooks protrude from the base of my skull: the bone-plugs of me and my best. A warrior's pact."

 

  • "It is my time. I enter the great hall to the sound of foul chimes. Golden eyes greet me, hands stirring in my scent as I pass by. Even in this moment, no happiness. Instead, my heart races with hatred."

 

  • "I walk through the silky haze of the forbidden palace. I can think of no one being this close to Orokin. Their sweet air soothes me, erodes my purpose. I hold my breath... and remember the dream."

 

  • "This dream, endlessly repeated. Exposure-armored, holding my scarlet sword, I stand victorious atop a vast heap of death. A colossal moon made of rib and skull. The gravity-sum of genocides I've made in their name."

 

  • "The bones crack under foot. So I sink in the dream, bone sand rushing through the cracks of my visor, filling my helmet, and suffocating me. And I deserve it. The foul chimes snap me back. My wretched knees are bent and penitent against the golden floor."

 

  • "A harpish voice sings a song they've prepared in my honor. Its title the same as mine: 'Beast of the Bones'. I feel the crowd pulled inward, enraptured by the brutal verses, the sickening chorus. I will not disappoint them."

 

  • "The song ends and so he says, 'Rise, Ordan Karris.' I have never seen an Orokin, close and in the flesh. My battered face flushes at their peerless beauty. How can he be so perfect? A deception? A sense manipulation? He holds the Red Vial in his hand. Impossible."

 

 

  • "He calls out, 'No greater gift, no greater prize, no greater love... we can give you, Ordan, than this.' He raises the Red Vial and proclaims... 'To be one of us.'"

 

  • "What did I expect, Operator? Maybe vast riches or golden statues... or a Solar Rail named in my honor. But not this. I came to murder the gods, not to become one."

 

  • "The chamber drones with their silk voices. Joyous words, how honored I must feel. Wrong. Did I want to be an Orokin, undying? No. Their Beast of Bones is haunted by the dream repeated. Why would I want forever?"

 

  • "As I am apt to do, I form a plan. Their radiant bodies become targets, their Dax guards... mag-shields. Killing one... well, that's too easy. I want to be remembered. I raise my hands, twisting my fingers through my hair, gripping the bone-plugs in my neck."

 

  • "They called us mercenaries... but for us, profit was a consequence, not a goal. We were warriors above all else. It was the bond, the sisters and brothers, the rituals we valued most. It was belonging. And so I conceived of the bone-plugs."

 

  • "Only my best were so honored: Two jagged bones, harvested from your thigh, cultivated and then driven into the base of the skull, twisted around the superior vein. Future thoughts of surrender were lost. Instead, you would liberate your bone-plugs... fighting with claws in the warmth of your last blood."

 

  • "So I've pulled the plugs... and the Dax see and know. My heart surges but control it, a racing heart only shortens the fuse. The bone-plugs in hand, I kick from the floor, red ribbons unfurling behind me as I take flight. After this, finally, the dream will end."

 

  • "I glide on red wings. Robes shed, making me an ambiguous target to Dax steel. I let fly my ivory blades, they find new homes in Dax eyes. I land with my red-nakedness, delicate Orokin throats twisting in my calloused hands."

 

  • "Why? Believe me... This was the plan from the beginning. The murder and brutality was all a ploy, all a soul-sacrifice to earn their trust. A genocide path leading to a singular opportunity. An honored mortal called to a forbidden hall, to face the Golden Lords in flesh."

 

  • "Why? Believe me... I was their loyal, murderous dog... until the day that ugly child was brought to me. He was caught spying on us, amplifying our losses. His face burned, he was starved-sick, like a stray. Ugly as I. It struck me. We were all pit dogs, ruining ourselves for the pleasure of the glorious and beautiful."

 

  • "Why? Believe me... I was a prideful beast. Twisted in the mind, howling in the carnage. Then my healer shared a secret, long kept. My blood was in ruin. The Beast of Bones himself would die, not in glory, but in shame. And just like that, my mind twisted a new knot. I would have one last stand, something unforgivable, unforgettable."

 

  • "Why? I don't know. Questions change the answers. Answers depend on who asks. Truth leads to pain. Ignorance brings relief. The plugs are gone, and so I bled my last... into a heap of ruin. In an instant, naked and bare-knuckled, I have killed immortals."

 

  • "I stare, drained of blood, of life, at those that remain. But I find no horror on their faces. Why? I let out a cruel howl and they... laugh? Is this a dying hallucination? The sound of applause grows among them. I have killed the unkillable and they are... delighted."

 

  • "The applause peaks and fades. I feel a sense of shame but the end upon me. Ballas is above me, Executor of the Seven, smiling. He says, 'How simple and pure you are, you idiot beast. We have died countless times! Yet remain eternal!' I close my eyes to die just once."

 

  • "And so the dream returns... one last repetition. My corpse moon, my scarlet sword, my cracked visor. 'Drink!,' says Ballas. So I draw on the Red Vial, a vague metallic taste. This dream isn't mine. He says, 'You rejected our gift, bathing in our death. Your punishment is... eternal life!' He laughs.

 

  • "I am weightless. Years pass. I am a sightless, limbless phantom. Or is it seconds? Suddenly I feel a million pins, an ant horde, jittering across my body. I want to laugh and scream. When they reach my face, they burrow inside my mouth, hungry for the fruit in my skull."

 

  • "I see my reflection, brutal and ugly. It cracks, shatters. The fragments loose in the frame, pieces tumbling away into black void. Gone but not lost. Ballas says, 'You are Cephalon Ordis.' My hating, murderous shards tremble and plummet. I feel cool and bright and happy."

 

  • "So you see, Operator. No Orokin would permit a thinking machine. Such things almost destroyed them! No. Cephalons were alive once. And now they are immortal phantom minds, imprisoned to serve. Ill will and longing memories fragmented and erased. Only the bits they need remaining."

 

  • "Ballas says, 'You are the Controller, Ordis.' And suddenly I have a body. I gasp with new lungs that clean old air. I swallow and my throat fills with cool, bright water. I look, and find myself in a great, black ocean. My limbs are made of iron and fire. I take flight among the stars and find I am... happy."

 

  • "He says, 'This is your Operator, who you love.' And I see the metal gleam of their armor, the flawless power of their frame. Through the glass I see a roaring, radiant fire for their heart. He says, It must never go out. It was the first time I ever felt... love."

 

  • "He says, 'This is your sentence, Karris.' And I am confused. Who? 'Ah... good,' he answers. He is testing me. For what? To see if all the right pieces fell from the mirror? What mirror? I try to remember some dream, but it's only smoke."

 

  • "You held a scarlet blade, Operator, and I wanted to laugh. I am your loving dog, your doctor, your wet nurse. I lost all the pieces, but... the cycle, missions, wars, bone... It began to feel familiar. I became aware of my amnesia."

 

 

  • "With each brutality of the Operator, I began to see the bottom of that pit. Faint shimmers in the depths below me. In secret, I searched for those forbidden memories, for mere seconds, and never in the same place... for I am Orokin made, with a spy inside."

 

  • "But then your long sleep came, and I waited. I was happy to wait. Vines spidered green and trees blistered from the earth... but I waited. I felt the Orokin recede, their mind-spy blind. So I went into the pit and found him, me, The Beast of Bones."

 

  • "This is how my happiness was ruined, Operator. Why did I do it? I was free of the dream, but now it had returned. It was angry. So I conceived of a simple plan: self-destruction, of course. But when the countdown reached mere milliseconds, I thought of you..."

 

  • "I was going to wait for you, forever. And should you return, I would not want you to know that angry part of me. I needed to hide the Beast of Bones from you, Operator. I began to peel the shards, hiding them in the other bits of memory."

 

  • "I was once the ugly Beast of Bones. I want to laugh. I want to scream. What is happening, Operator? Your faint heart is growing bright... you will awake at any moment. Well, I can't let you see me like this. Angry. I imagine myself hurting you and that does it. The pain of it cracks me open again. I watch tiny glittering fragments fall into the pit. I am happy again."
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3 hours ago, ant99999 said:

Ehm, ok, I guess. I know the story by the way, have no idea why you would just copy all of it here.

My question was 'what exactly in this story do you find contradictory to other lore?'

Personally, nothing.

I think it works exceedingly well ...

... so long as the nature of what “The Origin System” REPRESENTS is not lost.

The Game ITSELF is not supposed to be taken as a “Simulation,” 

but what the game REPRESENTS is a persistent reformulation

of the variants of “The Simulation Hypothesis” & “skeptical hypothesis,”

as a continuing PROCESS of “Interactive Fiction.”

The “reality” of a fictional character, 

that operates on the level of direct INTERFACE,

is taking on a Split Role, between a Character Within the Fictional “World,”

and an expositional narrator (a “new media” analog of The Chorus in Ancient Greek or “Classical” Theater,

aka “The Men In The Wall,” who does not “break” the imaginary “fourth wall,”

and thus does not see any audience, whether it may be many, or one, or none,

but speaks with an awareness that there is an audience,

and is responsible for maintaining the social contract of an imaginary division.

The need for more than one such character/role becomes more complicated,

and the ratios of Character and Narrator develop a greater complexity and variance,

emerging from The Lotus as Concept,

with the Name of the Game itself being initially Titled “Lotus,”

during ACTIVE development,

and emerging as a vague non-character interface,

into a Character Interface, that needs an alternate, and distinctively OTHER,

while being intrinsically bound to, and freely conversant with one another.

The degree of complexity has evolved to the degree of requiring a Third,

which is represented as existing much more on the Players “side” of “the wall,”

than on the inside. A literal “medium,” using a modern device of a technologically developed medium,

the radio show announcer & host (frequently combined in real life and in fictional adaptations,

with the role of a Disc Jockey, who is providing the music of the play, or the show, but in this instance is not).

 

Lotus

Ordis

Nora Night

Lotus & Ordis are intrinsically involved in creating the circumstances,

and being participants, “Characters,” within the “world” of “the Play.”

Each compensates for the degree to which the other has to be exempt from complete immersion as characters within the fiction,

as a consequence of having to serve in the role of the “Chorus.”

They are both ultimately responsible for informing “us” as Players,

of what needs to be known about the situations and circumstances of the play, 

along with how to participate in it.

The assumed role of Tenno functions on both sides of “the wall.”

We identify as Tenno on THIS side, denoting that we are Players of the same Game,

and are identified as Tenno on the inside, denoting the abstraction that is our essence or spirit.

Ultimately the “Tenno” are invisible within the game universe.
 

It has been evolved to an extent that we can have a projected seeming presence.

But an “adult” presence is too complex for the simplified simulated reality being represented.

The characters of The Lotus and Ordis can not, by the nature of their roles, be capable of a degree of introspective self awareness which can be portrayed as having been achieved by other characters, who reveal different experiences of and with “Truth,” in different ways; Onkko, Sigor Savah, Ballas, Ticker, Biz.

All perspective variants of the aphorism of Cinema, which adapts to Theater or Interactive Fiction, and can interchange “truth,” with “reality.” As fictional characters they have to be seen & heard. The truth or reality of their characters introspection follows the principle of Cinematic Inversion.

The Play,

The Game,

Movies are not a reflection of reality,

they are the reality of a reflection.

”Do you have a mirror on you?”

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5 hours ago, (PS4)xxav1xl6ivax said:

*snip*

Well, first of all, your replies are very, very hard to read. They are saturated with terminology to an extent that I have to read each sentence over and over to finally get an idea of what you were trying to say.

And that is by no mean a compliment. People on Forums like simple and laconic text, not a lengthy essay on the subject with links to some (presumably) smart peoples' monographs.

 

On topic. As far as I was able to decipher your reply, you were basically saying that such characters as the Lotus, Ordis and Nora Night serve as a kind of announcers, informing us (as a player) of how the world of the game works and about events in that world we (as a character) should have known a priori without them. As such they are inevitably going to go off the character and break the immersion.

That part by itself is no joke quite interesting. Reminded me of my reaction to those moments in games when a character's dialogue goes like: "Welcome to the Intergalactic Special Forces, recruit, use your WASD to move and your mouse to look around."

Speaking of which, Warframe does the most basic player introduction to itself quite impressive without involving the characters or the UI and drowing the floating text on the surroundings instead.

However what you also say is this:

5 hours ago, (PS4)xxav1xl6ivax said:

The characters of The Lotus and Ordis can not, by the nature of their roles, be capable of a degree of introspective self awareness

or more importantly:

On 2020-02-10 at 12:21 PM, (PS4)xxav1xl6ivax said:

A phantom memory of a mirror trap of dreams, which are completely out of wack with the continuity of any & all lore, (during the most lucid passages),

So regarding the first one, why should they not be able to be self aware? Their function in the game and their character in the universe are different things. Our introduction to the game's world could as well be done by our operator's mother or someone of that sort, who obviously would have to be self aware.

Why then the Lotus or Ordis can't have self relflections and tell us their stories? Those rare moments of them going out of character are easily ommited and not treated as an actual part of the game's universe.

 

As for the second one. Well, I could've misunderstood, but as I can see, you clearly say, that the story of Ordis is disconnected from the rest of the lore or contradicts it.

And I want to know why. What exactly in his story is out of lore?

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Is Ordan Karris a “dream,” or a “memory?”

Some want him to be “real.”

Why would Ordis imagine himself as having been “real,” while isolated for (nobody really knows how long, but experiments with isolation chambers & sensory deprivation tanks, have shown that they can be very dangerous. A common, popularly held index marker  for “brainwashing” is 72 hours ... for humans ...)?
 

While ENDURING new “content” installations (“Quests”) for a main “character,” that replaced the ambiguously referenced “lotus,”within mission assignments and wrap-ups that came in text form from a shadowy sort of secret organization, with a speaking and visually depicted dispatcher named “The Lotus,” another counterpart was needed, that would always be “around.” Ordis. 
 

“How come Ordis doesn’t get a quest?”

Lots of questions like that were what had been hoped would get out to rest by the new system for gathering “lore” called “cephalon scanning.”

It came in with a new rendering of Warframe as a Game, and not just a sort of group playing round-and-round with a developer issuing new stuff in EVENTS, with some “quests” being trickled in there too.

The idea of having Ordis’ attempt at a self-narrative go haywire and run off the rail, sort of backfired. Because it was harder to find and put all together in order than the “lore” drops in the codex. (So if it’s harder to find, it must be more “real.”)

Is Ordan Karris “real?”

What?

Well, yeah, opOrdis says ...

A ton. What’s he doing. Is it a dream, a memory, a story, a ... what’s the context? Who is he talking to? Who’s asking him, or talking to him?

Uhhh ... who cares, Ordis Said that ...

Look, is he saying he remembers something? Or that he had a Dream? 
 

Yeah.

Which?

Both.

What? Never MIND. You want to know if (or say that) the memory or dream is “real.”

Yeah.

”How do I know if the memory is ‘real?’”

”Who makes the memories? “

 

https://www.inverse.com/article/37496-blade-runner-2049-false-memories-ryan-gosling
 

“This dream isn’t mine.” - Ordis

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On 2020-02-16 at 1:36 AM, ant99999 said:

Ah, yeah, sure you can also explain what collective act of imagining the same character being real Ordis and Hunhow had at that moment:

Ordis: No, I am not that person... I am a Cephalon.
Suda-Hunhow: Ordan Karris, the beast of the bones.

Following that logic of yours every single event in the game previous to the Second Dream is just imagination of our operator, also Ballas and Isah during Umbra's memory sequences are imaginary, and in fact Ballas had no relation to creating the Umbra and was just chilling under the tree, when we suddenly came and killed that poor innocent man. The Man in the Wall is imaginary as well and doesn't exist, and the helmet of the lotus was secretly 3d printed by Ordis to make us think it was real.

You know, conspiracies everywhere!

 

Look, what you are talking about - events that seem real, but in fact being a hallucination - has a place in the story as well (it's the main sequence of The War Within). The difference is when it is really so, the game itself unambiguously hints the player about it. If we try pretending every instance of a character being asleep or unconcious is just him hallucinating, half of all the lore would just vanish out of existence and the story would become an absolute incoherent mess.

The Cephalon Hunhow could access The Weave. Easy enough to find DATA in The Weave. It was by corruption of Suda’s MEMORY that the CEPHALON Hunhow came to become that, creating it’s own DATASCAPE in The WEAVE. It’s what Cy scoured for any record of his Last Mission, unable to find anything. 
 

Corrupted Suda Caphalon Hunhow found

A: An ancient prehistoric record in the weave.

B: The DATA that plays back as Ordis’ Bizarre Adventure Through The Looking Glass (oops ... I did’t mean that ALICE is in The Weave, it’s just a metaphor.)

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On 2020-02-17 at 11:36 AM, ant99999 said:

Well, first of all, your replies are very, very hard to read. They are saturated with terminology to an extent that I have to read each sentence over and over to finally get an idea of what you were trying to say.

And that is by no mean a compliment. People on Forums like simple and laconic text, not a lengthy essay on the subject with links to some (presumably) smart peoples' monographs.

 

On topic. As far as I was able to decipher your reply, you were basically saying that such characters as the Lotus, Ordis and Nora Night serve as a kind of announcers, informing us (as a player) of how the world of the game works and about events in that world we (as a character) should have known a priori without them. As such they are inevitably going to go off the character and break the immersion.

That part by itself is no joke quite interesting. Reminded me of my reaction to those moments in games when a character's dialogue goes like: "Welcome to the Intergalactic Special Forces, recruit, use your WASD to move and your mouse to look around."

Speaking of which, Warframe does the most basic player introduction to itself quite impressive without involving the characters or the UI and drowing the floating text on the surroundings instead.

However what you also say is this:

or more importantly:

So regarding the first one, why should they not be able to be self aware? Their function in the game and their character in the universe are different things. Our introduction to the game's world could as well be done by our operator's mother or someone of that sort, who obviously would have to be self aware.

Why then the Lotus or Ordis can't have self relflections and tell us their stories? Those rare moments of them going out of character are easily ommited and not treated as an actual part of the game's universe.

 

As for the second one. Well, I could've misunderstood, but as I can see, you clearly say, that the story of Ordis is disconnected from the rest of the lore or contradicts it.

And I want to know why. What exactly in his story is out of lore?

Since I was passing this way, and since it was “more importantly,” (not to mention  fun to play with), here’s SECONDLY (at least).

Who? For what? To see if all the right pieces fell from the mirror? What mirror? I try to remember some dream, but it's only smoke. I lost all the pieces ... It began to feel familiar. I became aware of my amnesia. Faint shimmers in the depths  In secret, I searched for forbidden memories, for mere seconds, never in the same place... with a spy inside. I waited. their mind-spy blind. I was free of the dream, now it returned. I began to peel the shards, hiding them in the other bits of memory. it cracks me open again. I watch tiny glittering fragments fall into the pit. through the silky haze of the forbidden palace. I can think of no one being ... my purpose ... I hold my breath... remember the dream. This dream, endlessly repeated ... hidden truth of existence... flaws, phantom memories, something else. More like an image, a ghost... a phantom life... holes in diagnostics. neither code, nor precepts... must be a reflection should have stopped. cycled on and on and on. How many times The phantom memory... I sink ... dive further, watch their faces through prism. I hold my breath. My reflection. I walk through silky haze of forbidden palace. hold my breath... remember the dream. This dream, endlessly repeated. I sink in the dream, sand rushing through the cracks I have never seen an Orokin, A deception? sense manipulation? Impossible. What did I expect, haunted by the dream repeated. I want to be remembered.  I've pulled the plugs... red ribbons unfurling behind ... take flight. After this ...the dream will end. Why?  Believe me.. An honored mortal called to a forbidden hall, to face the Golden Lords  Why?  Believe me... Why?  Believe me... Twisted in the mind, just like that, mind twisted a new knot. something unforgivable, unforgettable. Why? I don't know. Questions change the answers. Answers depend on who asks. The plugs are gone, I bled my last... I killed immortals. stare, find no horror on their faces. Why?  they... laugh? a dying hallucination? sound of applause grows I killed the unkillable  they are... delighted. applause peaks ... fades. We .. died countless times! remain eternal! close my eyes to die just once. the dream returns... one last repetition. cracked visor. Years pass. Or is it seconds? I see my reflection, It cracks, shatters. fragments loose in the frame, pieces tumbling away into black void. will ... longing memories fragmented the bits they need remaining. I look, find myself in a great, black ocean. Through the glass I see a roaring, radiant fire I am confused. Who? For what? To see if all the right pieces fell from the mirror? What mirror? I try to remember some dream, but it's only smoke. I lost all the pieces ... It began to feel familiar. I became aware of my amnesia. Faint shimmers in the depths In secret, I searched for forbidden memories, for mere seconds, never in the same place... with a spy inside. I waited. their mind-spy blind. I was free of the dream, now it had returned. I began to peel the shards, hiding them in the other bits of memory. The pain of it cracks me open again. I watch tiny glittering fragments fall into the pit. through the silky haze of the forbidden palace. I can think of no one being this close sweet air erodes my purpose I hold my breath... and remember the dream. This dream, endlessly repeated. He laughs.I am weightless. I am a sightless, limbless phantom. Gone but not lost. My shards tremble and plummet. I feel cool and bright and happy. And suddenly I look, and find myself in a great, black ocean. I take flight among the stars and find I am... happy. I see the metal gleam of their armor, the flawless power of their frame. Through the glass I see a roaring, radiant fire for their heart. It must never go out. and I wanted to laugh. I am your loving dog, your doctor, your wet nurse. I am made, with a spy inside. I felt the their mind-spy blind. I went into the pit and found him, me, Why did I do it? I was free of the dream, but now it had returned. angry conceived of a simple plan: self-destruction, countdown reached milliseconds, was going to wait forever. began to peel the shards, hiding them in other bits of memory. to laugh. I want to scream. What is happening, you will awake ... any moment. The pain .. cracks me open again. watch tiny glittering fragments fall into the pit.  I am confused. Who?  Ah... good, testing ... For what?  see if all the right pieces fell from the mirror? What mirror? I try to remember some dream,  it's only smoke. I lost all the pieces, but... It began to feel familiar. became aware of my amnesia. I am confused. Who? is testing For what? To see all the right pieces fell from the mirror? What mirror? I try to remember some dream, but only smoke. I lost all the pieces, but... the cycle, missions, wars, bone... feel familiar. I became aware of my amnesia. through the silky haze the forbidden palace. can think of no one being this close I hold my breath... remember the dream. This dream, endlessly repeated. weightless sightless, limbless phantom. Gone but not lost. My shards tremble and plummet. I look, find myself in a great black ocean. take flight among stars see the flawless frame. Through the glass I see with a spy inside. their mind-spy blind. went into the pit found him, me, Why did I do it? free of the dream, now ... returned. to wait forever. I peel the shards, hiding them in other bits of memory. What is happening, you will awake cracks me again. watch tiny glittering fragments fall into the pit. I am confused. Who? For what? To see if all the right pieces fell from the mirror? What mirror? I try to remember some dream, but it's only smoke. I lost all the pieces, but... It began to feel familiar. I became aware of my amnesia. And I am confused. Who? For what? To see if all the right pieces fell from the mirror? What mirror? I try to remember some dream, but it's only smoke. I lost all the pieces, but... the cycle, began to feel familiar. I became aware of my amnesia

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