Guy Incognito

I just took it down because didn't want to deal with it during school. I have a backup of mercurial.blog, and I think I saved all my posts from pleroma.mercurial.blog, but I think the instances themselves have been deleted.
What's schism?

2023-10-22 20:18:01

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Cons is how you build lists I still don't get it

2023-10-22 19:30:04

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Countries where it's legal to be russia

2023-10-22 19:20:34

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What about a static webpage which constantly updates with a new image and you need to keep refreshing to keep up also no audio

2023-10-22 19:06:35

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Lmao there's a few anarchists, some economists, a couple dozen neonazis, and hundreds of pedophiles

2023-10-22 18:48:09

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Finally answered the call

2023-10-22 18:30:37

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Nice girls reference
Girls..

2023-10-22 18:17:32

I've never played baldur's gate I hear 3 sucks and I should play 2 or something cc @npub1g0u…3vfw @npub1tmx…r5zd

2023-10-22 18:15:55

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Because I can't get rid of you

2023-10-22 18:15:01

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Awesome make sure to look at your phone while driving 👍

2023-10-22 18:14:25

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Imagine not paying the incest tax

2023-10-22 18:12:40

@npub1w7z…ue4q thanks for the aids

2023-10-22 18:12:08

@npub1xqh…554g how doing

2023-10-22 18:06:01

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Nice contemporary Indie game reference

2023-10-22 18:04:02

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Are you a construction worker?

2023-10-22 18:02:19

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Hey girl

2023-10-22 08:21:17

>theorytoe hasn't interacted in 43 seconds
It's theorytover

2023-10-22 07:00:29

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I don't get it

2023-10-22 06:51:00

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Indian is white right

2023-10-22 06:49:23

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Oh thank God I was worried I was racist

2023-10-21 10:17:53

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Ain't no son of mine gonna kowtow to no towhow

2023-10-21 03:37:43

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Me rn

2023-10-20 20:56:52

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I'm just saying the number of people alive who've claimed to see a nuclear bomb actually detonate is rapidly diminishing

2023-10-20 20:53:31

Nuclear bomb truthers

2023-10-19 20:24:53

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Everyone in both these pictures should have a gun #NotMyAmerica

2023-10-19 04:37:06

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I'm 'looking into it' insofar as 'I have an assignment for my dimensional analysis class due tomorrow and I'm lost'.
It's been kinda vague as to what the ideal unitless quantities we want are.

2023-10-19 04:10:18

Yo @npub1pt6…6mf6 how much do you know about the buckingham pi theorem and dimensional analysis

2023-10-18 06:53:13

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Remember Bethesda?

2023-10-18 06:32:48

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Cool cool. It can be good to have a break from the monolithic fervor of whatever political debate is happening at the moment. Hate that it's all-consuming.

2023-10-18 06:29:56

@npub1yuw…8dz7 I'm interested in artists and your bio says apoliticism so sounds good to me

2023-10-16 03:00:53

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im not bitches

2023-10-16 02:58:04

Bitches be assessing the state of the warp core

2023-10-15 21:29:32

How are the Caribbean nations gonna react to WW3

2023-10-15 05:37:24

Wait why did owl block me

2023-10-15 02:38:51

You know a retard is topologically equivalent to a genius
Inb4 @npub1pt6…6mf6 says something like 'retards have more holes in their brain' or something

2023-10-14 10:14:45

I hate myself

2023-10-11 08:35:02

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I'm more than a Canadian, and you are more than a Russian.
Regardless, it is your right to be an asshole to who you will

2023-10-11 08:32:35

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In moderation, I reckon.

2023-10-11 08:30:34

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I learned about Russians on fedi they're assholes

2023-10-11 08:26:07

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Idk a guy who left for a while and used to observe your escapades

2023-10-11 08:24:52

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Oh hey unarma how're you doing? You as bipolar as ever?

2023-10-11 08:20:25

Oh nice Miles is alive

2023-08-09 19:12:27

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Hell may need to edit it to eliminate ambiguity, it was supposed to be the current narrator, the Spaceman, meeting her.

2023-08-07 20:41:43

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There was a knock on the chamber. Her assistant had let someone in.
"Oh star," said the knocker, a blob past her glass. "Eight asked me for Apollyon first. Eight wants to die and for the project to end."
It was difficult to associate adjectives and a written waveform with a voice, but best she could tell, the golem claimed he was her and Eight's superior, Sir Johnathan Penrose. An irritating figure, one to talk and talk and talk without saying anything. The golem's notes claimed "Johnathan claims his Word is Word."
"I told him I couldn't, it's not my responsibility, that it's your's, Elephant. He got angry, then said he'd talk to you. I said I'd order a contract drafted to satisfy him. He objected, said it wasn't necessary.
"Regardless, I won't allow Apollyon. We are doing good.
"I met a man in town, Elephant. Alexander Stone. Said we saved his father from disease with pools, and his uncle from work with automata. Said they were so set in their ways, they'd gladly kill themselves in service of their work. Alexander said it was a godsend you and Eight came."
"Eight, too, is set in his ways. Regardless of what one holds in their head, they can't manage everything. I told him, stop controlling five hundred pools, and six hundred golems, and all the other automata. He said no, without him, many would die. Curious his first instinct was to end it all than to pull back. Perhaps a consequence of the infinite Light in his head.
"I tangent. He's correct, without him, many would die. But his life is more important than their's. They aren't sovereign.
"He is a brick, Elephant, formed and fired. You are clay. Clay in a ball."
He took a deep breath, apparently waiting for a response. He got none.
"I experienced twofold anachronium last night. You have my respect for surviving twenty-seven."
Elephant coughed. "I didn't. I am dead."
For a few seconds, all she could hear was her heart.
Johnathan pulled the lid open, smiling. "No. You are alive."
She pushed herself from the ground. "I am that also."
His expression soured. "Until you die and this world is proven another anachronistic illusion, you are to treat this as reality. You and Eight are relied upon by hundreds. Decorum, star. Chew on it."
She said nothing. He talked too much.

2023-08-07 20:40:05

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The ribbons keeping her eyelids locked fell out. She jerked the plate from her head, blood-slicked rivets sliding from skull. The little fluid still in her head leaked.
She could see, barely.
"Worthless metal, worthless plate, worthless shield," she attempted muttering to herself, but her crooked, malformed teeth interfered with enunciation.
She knocked the plate against the lid. The assistant opened.
She gestured a shaky, bloody finger to the cylindrical blob atop the rectangular blob. It, too, had ribbons entering and exiting, though far fewer, and far larger than Eight of Infinity's.
The assistant obliged, bringing the clay golem to Elephant Eater. She fumbled to force it into her head, splashing. Her assistant helped push it in.
One way to transcend manifold anachronium is to create pieces of yourself to exist outside it. The golem was one such device. An external source of memory and computation designed to never experience the looping, the enforced entropy, the contradictions upon contradictions upon contradictions upon
Though she herself frowned upon it. Nothing was real, therefore everything was real, therefore through what justification should it be permitted to exist? Through the insisting of Eight of Infinity. Despite him being the one to enforce the entropy in the first place.
Hypocrite. For him to claim the Word was Light, yet to refute it for her. To claim the Word was Light, yet to want Apollyon to destroy it all.
She grimaced, as the teeth in her lower jaw shuffled, then chastised herself for giving credence to pain over not-pain.
The golem had been in her head the first time she'd experienced anachronium, approximately two years prior, so her papers from before were muddled. In particular, there was a looping sequence of cells designed to terminate after 23 years, which she didn't recognize the meaning of. Some nonsense involving light, doubtless.
Eight of Infinity needed to be broken out of his own head. How can someone with the ability to induce wheels within wheels of contradictory realities inside someone's soul not also realize the falsity of existence? How can a being which induces contradiction assert refuted Light?
She'd left a few notes for herself, apparently.
"Ellen: "
If she repeatedly remembered and forgot her name, it must not be important. May have been a derivative of Elephant Eater, or vice versa.
"The Word is False and False is The Word. Drill into Zeno's head he is a hypocrite. You have killed him four times. He is human."
She's been working for at most two years, and she's killed Eight of Infinity four times?
"You love humanity."
She tried again looking at the 25-year cell loop, but the language didn't make any sense. Maybe she wrote it in a cipher she'd since forgotten, or it'd been repeatedly translated through unknown scripts.
Manifold eternities of tumbling through wheels in bloody wheels inside of wheels in bloody wheels knit from the brane of a brilliant demon.
She screamed as her heart sped back up to its normal pace, spraying blood through the remnant holes in her body. And again, she chastised herself for the privileging of existence over nonexistence when everything exists.

2023-08-07 20:39:33

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The Astronomer was surprised at the lack of agricultural developments; he ordered technology from the city to speed up production. Mechanically-powered shuckers, ox-powered scythes. Change was gradual and never complete. Despite the introduction of more efficient methods, the trade was still committed to the older, inefficient methods. Though one could easily have the carriages cut all the grain, it was common for farmers to spend large swathes of time cutting manually.
This vexed The Astronomer. "Of the manifold ways to accomplish this task, you choose the most inefficient? Your time is so worthless?"
The Computer later framed this for The Astronomer as 'a retreat to flawed meta-reasoning, upon objectively incorrect axioms', via note. The Astronomer complimented her for this and agreed, while she remained stonefaced.
The first time he met with The Computer, one-on-one, she simply sat next to him and stared at the stars. After fifteen minutes of no words, she handed him a paper from her head. A labeled grid of stars, all labeled and named. Their supposed distances, in the hundreds of kilometers. Their supposed sizes, in the ones of centimeters. She left after that.
He watched her walk away in the moonlight. Mute and expresionless, but freely handing out information.

2023-07-05 19:27:53

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I forgot in Russia the correct was to give coworkers information is to 3D print gauntlets with your notes indented on them, punch them in the face and have them read the marks in a mirror

2023-07-05 19:26:10

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brave

2023-06-08 07:23:02

I told my sister the life was like a video game song was good then forced her to listen to it in the car

2023-06-07 20:57:46

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on this account go to @npub17z3…he6e which is pretty much my main now

2023-06-07 20:39:00

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wher ethe fuck is the strucuter im always walking toward it yet never arrive

2023-06-07 19:51:48

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I ain't giving no transhumanists no additional rights, one set of rights per customer dad gum it

2023-06-07 19:51:00

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I'm already neurotic to the moon and back. If a woman is both humble and non-neurotic that's attractive.

2023-05-13 12:03:53

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The Astronomer and The Computer arrived in town, one day. The Astronomer stood a foot taller than anyone else, back straight and shoulders wide. He wore thick glasses and carried a metal rod filled with glass - a 'telescope'. The Computer stood hunched over a pile of paper on a thin piece of wood. Large strands of paper flew back and forth out of her head, like ropes in a tug-of-war, twisting around into nothingness as the ends flew into other dimensions.
Their city, far larger than the town, had so many lights and so much fog that it was hard to see the stars. So, they had come to this town for a better view.
He still remembered their announcement upon arriving. "Light is the Word, and the Word is Light!" proclaimed The Astronomer, reading from a paper The Computer had torn from her brain. "Before God, there was the Word, and the Word was Light! It penetrates the world, showing all that is true, all that is good, all that has breath! We look to the stars to find the breath of space; we seek beyond to find that within." He handed The Computer back her paper, which she placed back in her head.
"We don't wish to disturb your way of life, we can see there's plenty of breath already here. If you'll do us the courtesy of allowing us our research, we'll pay you back how we can."
Of course, he was enamored with their presentation.