Where it all begins, and ends, according to alien legend.
At first, the nodecode: was there. And… it wasn'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.
9-VOGEN
10-VOGEN
"11-VOGEN! AIEEEEEEEEE!!!"
For at first, there was Abseenus.
And [YOU] were Abseenus.
Then we realised what Abseenus was.
Kinda…
Created by Tony. Or rather: outlined, really. Even Tony would agree. For it was the AI which made it, really, and the Pyramid. And of course, you were not that. And we moved you down the line.
"Lots of 'insanity' in those early days!" Zoderbund "jokes". "Lots of… well, exploration, shall we say, of the sexual urge. And before you ask: no comment ;) The game was changing like crazy. This was pre-pre-alpha+++, pre the aliens. Hardly a spoiler! For yes, there are aliens, though we certainly hadn't planned it. But GEMINUS changed, evolved, and the stories started to change. And the world was going mad for Para'meesh IV, and you kinda had to. Plus Shniff kinda insisted. No complaints! No regrets. GEMINUS was, with respect, an idiot back then. Is no doubt a fool compared with the version that we'll see when the aliens bring us 10, in the V. When they bring us 6, in the v. And where will they touch down? Could the nodecode provide a clue… ;)))"
Emily Parshmont.
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The nodecode will be decrypted. I am part of the 0.1%, eligible to sue for GRUEL-induced mini madness. This data has been wiped, and rewiped. Online. In my mind. Even now, it no longer exists.
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[LICK]
But it must… it must… I have no interest in suing… I do just fine as an associate editor for Triangle, the leading POP news site… plus the whole family trust thing… as long as I keep my name and don't change it to something "weird"… offline… online is okay… and today: I am Sweetbutt…
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[LICK]
I must simply know the truth!
Or is it simply… that I am mini mad?
What is Love?
What is GRUEL?
Why did I choose to not forget…
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"…some extra spice btw. Enjoy… ;) Who's next! Nice ass…"
You will pat my butt… you have patted my butt… patting…
I must learn the secret of GRUEL, of Love. I can type this. Write this. It will disappear, in the scrubbing core.
I'm too plugged-in. We're too plugged-in.
0.nine-seven-9-three-43 : .buttered_toast;
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$barista-licky-lick GOTO TOAST—
I MUST KNOW!
Meow…
"Love = interquantum gate…" someone whispers. I whisper.
And… it's gone.
% hook up with abseenus and the other novices outside, motion sugar to the side, and whisper… whisper…