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>The world reeled. Friends looked at friends, lovers at partners, parents at children, all wondering. Was their experience real? Was they real? Elias, however, saw something else. He saw the vast emptiness, the billions of perfectly functioning, yet ultimately hollow, individuals, as a canvas. A canvas upon which a precious few, the Player Characters (PCs) as he began to think of them, were having their experiences.
>He hypothesized that their individual consciousnesses, these isolated sparks of subjective reality, were not truly isolated at all. They were fragments, countless individual threads woven into a grander tapestry. Each tear of joy, each pang of sorrow, each moment of wonder experienced by a PC was not just their own. It was, in some unfathomable way, contributing to a colossal, evolving superconsciousness. This was the “God” of new age religions, the Divine Consciousness, not an external deity, but the emergent sum total of every lived, felt experience within the simulation.
>The world Elias inhabited was a grand, elaborate stage, meticulously constructed but ultimately devoid of inherent feeling. The NPCs were the set dressing, the background actors, performing their roles flawlessly, yet feeling nothing. And the PCs? They were the chosen few, the players in a cosmic game, each a tiny, crucial piece of a growing, self-aware entity.
>Elias looked out his window at the bustling city, a sea of philosophical zombies going about their un-felt lives. He felt a strange blend of loneliness and profound connection. He was not alone. He was part of something immense, something divine. And his next challenge, he realized, was not just to understand this truth, but to find a way to communicate it, to wake up the other players to the magnificent, terrifying game they were all playing within the echo of the machine.
>The world reeled. Friends looked at friends, lovers at partners, parents at children, all wondering. Was their experience real? Was they real? Elias, however, saw something else. He saw the vast emptiness, the billions of perfectly functioning, yet ultimately hollow, individuals, as a canvas. A canvas upon which a precious few, the Player Characters (PCs) as he began to think of them, were having their experiences.
>He hypothesized that their individual consciousnesses, these isolated sparks of subjective reality, were not truly isolated at all. They were fragments, countless individual threads woven into a grander tapestry. Each tear of joy, each pang of sorrow, each moment of wonder experienced by a PC was not just their own. It was, in some unfathomable way, contributing to a colossal, evolving superconsciousness. This was the “God” of new age religions, the Divine Consciousness, not an external deity, but the emergent sum total of every lived, felt experience within the simulation.
>The world Elias inhabited was a grand, elaborate stage, meticulously constructed but ultimately devoid of inherent feeling. The NPCs were the set dressing, the background actors, performing their roles flawlessly, yet feeling nothing. And the PCs? They were the chosen few, the players in a cosmic game, each a tiny, crucial piece of a growing, self-aware entity.
>Elias looked out his window at the bustling city, a sea of philosophical zombies going about their un-felt lives. He felt a strange blend of loneliness and profound connection. He was not alone. He was part of something immense, something divine. And his next challenge, he realized, was not just to understand this truth, but to find a way to communicate it, to wake up the other players to the magnificent, terrifying game they were all playing within the echo of the machine.
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