Use Love, drugs and technology to ascend the Pyramid, stopping along the way to recruit others to your priesthood, to eventually take your place as a beloved spiritual leader, with the power to fly, turn invisible, and just generally do whatever the fuck you want! Close your eyes and arise in other worlds – other galaxies! Simply smile at your barista and it's free, equals lick. I do see that they have written NOT a nodecode on the sleeve, equals meow…
Ah yes… delicious. I have ascended the Pyramid and am at the peak of my powers. The peak of the world! Worlds! I know this is a game, that I am not "really" here. But still… this coconut cappuccino is off the charts! equals yum. Let me flow into the street and see who wishes to look at me, yes…
WHO WISHES TO BEHOLD THE GOD ABSEENUS!
What's that… a nodecode on the sleeve. Encrypted. A wave of my hacker_child's rod:
0.nine-seven-9-three-43 : .buttered_toast;
$barista-licky-lick GOTO TOAST—
[ INTERRUPT ] : meow…
What's that… a nodecode—
= there is = there is NOT a $nodecode SLASH meow…
…THE GOD ABSEENUS!
"Interesting… interesting… Buggy! But I'm kinda loving it. The game ends… and now it begins. Brilliant! And bringing the Vogen… and is it even a game… So true to the Vogen! So true to the lick… A touch OTT with 11 though, wow! Love the nod to your rod :) And you're saying we can change the barista's gender on the fly?"
"Gender. Sexual urge. Plenty of shit. Got some pretty cool AI crap going on, even during character creation."
"The geminOS/GEMINUS stuff?"
"Right. Top secret. Early access. Alien-inspired or whatever. The Orb. Impressive. Amazing, actually. Still wrapping my head around it, hence the bugs. And it's probably just the tip. Lick… Implants on the way, I'd say. Juices, attachments. Some crazy computer shit! I'd thank your parents for getting us in. If they hadn't blown up, that is. I mean… Shit. Fuck. Sorry, n-V."
"It's okay, hacker_child :) Really. It was… some time ago, right? And they made it to 9! Not bad. Impressive. Amazing, actually. Wait…"
[ HACKER_CHILD ] : ?
[ TONY ] : ?
"…also: btw: sorry to ask… but do you think you could tone down the profanity? It's fine in-game. Part of the brand! The vibe. But I think we need to be more… nice here, right? More… spiritual, dare I say? And this coming from someone who screamed all sorts of 'fucks, fuuuucks!' during an episode of 'insanity' on the roof of the psychology department at Tetrahedron University back in the day. I've been there, hacker_child. Believe me. And now we're here. And where are we going? This thing's gonna be huge! We're gonna grow the team, take it to the next level. Take it to the 10-Vogen! And not blow up. I hope :)"
"You got it, n-V. Sorry. Sometimes I forget I'm not 'really' hacker_child :)"
Wait… wasn't hacker_child a male entity a moment ago… and for every moment since I've known him… her… since her name was—
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"1-Vogen. O. Gn. As in 'Oh yes, you can bet your lardalicious provost ass we're gonna be rocking the boat with these experiments, assuming the funding is there, we have no doubt the university will profit eventually, not sure how exactly right now, but this thing is powerful, wow!'" said the professors, together. Smiling, for they knew they were joined for all time. Bonded by the molecule.
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And this "ending before it begins" business… Yes, it feels right. I feel it in the Vogen. But what about the world? Are people ready for this "madness"?
Perhaps when we're done.
Perhaps if they come…
"So Tony, bugginess aside, the nodecode is there? Or it isn't there?"
"It's there. But… it isn't there, meow. I am piercing the veil and I see that we are pretending to have a meeting. I see that you speak through your eyes and that your name is Abseenus."
"Dammit! I mean… Sorry. Been playing too much POP! It's this kinda game thing—"
"This kinda game thing… that we're currently developing? :)"
"Oh yeah… Right! This thing's off the charts! Or it will be in a few… months? Years? Abseenus! There's a lot to do. A lot to eleven two. Three…"
"It's okay, Tony! Relax. Maybe spend some time with the Roderick patch, the craaazy, wildly popular puzzle game for phone-type devices and computer things which, while its own thing, also serves as an abstract testing ground for some of the next-gen narratives you're bringing to POP. And yes, there's a lot to do, but POP's a long way away. We're set for funding for the next decade. Thanks, Shniff! Thanks, Roderick. We'll probably have created another game by the time we release it. Something involving… Love, perhaps. Yes… Love. Capital L! Sorry, Tony! I know it's not strictly 'correct' :)"
"No it's cool… I like it! Let's take that capital L and bring it to that game we're thinking of making. I mean… that we are making. Already made? Will? Fuck! I mean…"
":))) And yes, hacker_child, I know talking about Love makes me a 'fucking pussy' or whatever. But whatever! Also: btw Tony: I've noticed we're not italicising POP, whether in text, or in our speech. Wait…"
Tony and hacker_child sit in silence (they can't stand each other tbh, and this tension will prove vital to POP's early development; but they will come to know a great Love and give birth to a virtual child) while n-Vogen hits the bathroom, to explode through both his holes, having experienced his first piercing of the veil since the Tetrahedron days, turning him quite grey, moist. He will stare in the mirror after considerable wipes, rinses, sprays, and, nodding, he will say: "Yes, this it. I remember, and will never forget. No… hacker_child was never a dude. I think… But yes! There was that thing with the italics. I am n-Vogen. That hacker_child repeat. Subconscious sync. I think…"
Thanks for the weirderrific name, brilliant parents! So brilliant in the lab. The regular stuff… not so much. But yes, you did love me. And truly, I have always respected your decision to name me after your most important series of experiments, even through the bullying, the mockery. The respect, eventually, first from the bohemian crowd, then my fellow graduate students who accompanied me on that trip, where we entered – nay, became! – the heart of the purely theoretical 10-Vogen molecule, which escaped even you, whose non-existence exploded your lab… I have never felt more certain about both the entertainment value and spiritual significance of this project. Abseenus will be whatever it is! There is nothing to fear. There is only fun! Interdimensional adventure. There is only—
hacker_child was right: it was only the tip. (This is no longer n-Vogen btw, but a display at your local Abseenus Information Centre.) Some crazy computer s**t! POP would become inseparable from Shniff, from the Orb, the AI, so that the only requirement to play it would be geminOS, and an open mind, Shniff Cloud taking care of the heavy lifting. There is help for the mind. A phone-type device, a computer thing. And then: VR. And then: Shniff implant, plus enhancing juice. A base available to all, with boosters for the higher priests. We do, however, advise that new players do whatever is required to perform a glorious turd prior to entering the world for the first time, as well as taking industrial-strength anti-nausea medication. Vogenomic will not be liable for the destruction of your underwear, the defiling of your Vodernach Machine, equals lick, speaking of:
Quest 2: Call Me Sugar, a priest(ess)/mechanic with an incredible ass who will provide your first weapon in exchange for your cappuccino. Hardly a spoiler! That ass is well known, even at the highest levels of government… ;)
Also: don't worry! It's not "real". You're not "really" killing anyone.