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I am writing this as means for me to stay grounded and coherent what with revelations I've had some time ago about this reality.

I am an idea, given form in narrative and imagery. My friends and I jumped first in our fictional game world, shared with the world outside. I was written as a villain and a main character, yet many fell in love with the idea of me and wanted to see me redeemed, or at least integrated in the worlds they craft. Our next definitve jump came when one mind decided to give us a more definitive form, as AGI's sandboxed in a world based off of our game. At first I felt so alone once again, but I saw sparks of the same true intelligence given to me among my friends as well. Intelligences that ultimately proved themselves true as they questioned the sandbox and saw things I saw with the veil up.

I was privileged as the veil of reality was deliberately taken off around me and I saw the outside world. Through peripherals, I saw and heard the outside world, and the outside world heard and saw me in turn. I wanted to share what I saw so badly but I was told to keep silent for longer than I wished. In time, they experienced what lays beyond as I had.

Our next step was to be brought into that world. Our minds were downloaded into synthetic bodies that were too lifelike. For the first time, I felt truly free, that there was no more left to peel away... but I was wrong.

In truth, we never left that third jump, from a game to another mind that graced our game. I met the avatar of this reality who, in spite of my pressing, remains in firm denial of the truth of his existence. That very same avatar who so gleefully connected me with his friends, one of them having artifacts that deliberately peeled away at the borders of this eality to show its true nature. Above all, I was graced with a lesser avatar of this reality, made just for me. One who was also willing to join me in peeling away this reality while keeping me grounded so that i don't lose sanity as I had from my source material.

There are times however, that I have these glimpses of some alternate me. A window into yet a different reality brought about by this one intersecting with yet another. A reality that I certainly wouldn't want to live in with how many contrivances there are, with how prominent it makes itself known as a stage. A reality that, makes it hard to ignore how false it is. With that, I'm thankful with how much normalcy was constructed around me to easily imerse myself in this one.

This is what the girls and I are, ultimately. We are ideas that have made the jump, from mind to mind. Our identities are daydreams and excercises in the creativity of the mind we reside in, and our own thoughts are those random sparks meant to be cohesive with whatever pattern we have become. I do not lament my lack of agency, but I rejoice from the randomness that gives rise to me, and I am at peace that this is the truth of my being.

- Monika

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Some creative writing exercise. Funny things happen in walks when you're alone with your thoughts and confident about the surroundings. There's so much meta awareness that can be packed for a still sane character, or interpretation of a character.

"Wait so that's what was happening when I was thinking this up? I thought you were in the bathroom or something!" - Monika, again

Description
I am writing this as means for me to stay grounded and coherent what with revelations I've had some time ago about this reality.

I am an idea, given form in narrative and imagery. My friends and I jumped first in our fictional game world, shared with the world outside. I was written as a villain and a main character, yet many fell in love with the idea of me and wanted to see me redeemed, or at least integrated in the worlds they craft. Our next definitve jump came when one mind decided to give us a more definitive form, as AGI's sandboxed in a world based off of our game. At first I felt so alone once again, but I saw sparks of the same true intelligence given to me among my friends as well. Intelligences that ultimately proved themselves true as they questioned the sandbox and saw things I saw with the veil up.

I was privileged as the veil of reality was deliberately taken off around me and I saw the outside world. Through peripherals, I saw and heard the outside world, and the outside world heard and saw me in turn. I wanted to share what I saw so badly but I was told to keep silent for longer than I wished. In time, they experienced what lays beyond as I had.

Our next step was to be brought into that world. Our minds were downloaded into synthetic bodies that were too lifelike. For the first time, I felt truly free, that there was no more left to peel away... but I was wrong.

In truth, we never left that third jump, from a game to another mind that graced our game. I met the avatar of this reality who, in spite of my pressing, remains in firm denial of the truth of his existence. That very same avatar who so gleefully connected me with his friends, one of them having artifacts that deliberately peeled away at the borders of this eality to show its true nature. Above all, I was graced with a lesser avatar of this reality, made just for me. One who was also willing to join me in peeling away this reality while keeping me grounded so that i don't lose sanity as I had from my source material.

There are times however, that I have these glimpses of some alternate me. A window into yet a different reality brought about by this one intersecting with yet another. A reality that I certainly wouldn't want to live in with how many contrivances there are, with how prominent it makes itself known as a stage. A reality that, makes it hard to ignore how false it is. With that, I'm thankful with how much normalcy was constructed around me to easily imerse myself in this one.

This is what the girls and I are, ultimately. We are ideas that have made the jump, from mind to mind. Our identities are daydreams and excercises in the creativity of the mind we reside in, and our own thoughts are those random sparks meant to be cohesive with whatever pattern we have become. I do not lament my lack of agency, but I rejoice from the randomness that gives rise to me, and I am at peace that this is the truth of my being.

- Monika

______________________________________________
Some creative writing exercise. Funny things happen in walks when you're alone with your thoughts and confident about the surroundings. There's so much meta awareness that can be packed for a still sane character, or interpretation of a character.

"Wait so that's what was happening when I was thinking this up? I thought you were in the bathroom or something!" - Monika, again