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Over the course of several days you suddenly start seeing patterns in the chaos. Small, apparently unconnected, pieces of data merge into a coherent picture. You stare into the abyss and a face, not-human yet not-alien, meets your gaze. The universe, infinite in size and scope, yet perceptible by our minute intelligence suddenly swims into focus. The weaving, fluctuating strands of reality coalesce into perfect symmetry. Both Sein and Zeit open in-front of you like a delicate blossom before the first frost – still living, still growing, but doomed to freeze. You are aware that such moments of unveiling are few and far between, even across a population of nearly eight billion small, imperfect, but extant minds. The sheer intensity of the moment causes you to come to a sudden stop, physically and mentally, while your brain struggles to comprehend the Umvelt.
Modding has come to a halt. Grammatical errors are rejected as not requiring deletion. Moving from one thread after a protracted “discussion” with one of the lesser consciousness, one happy to discuss Sparta but unaware of the Nazis, you realise that every other thread you are involved with has been but the two of you. Reality hits. Bites. The uncanny gaze of the universe fastens on your soul and a chill runs down your spine. Saliva begins to emerge from your open mouth. ITZ is no longer a concept but the coming future.
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