Where’s red?
I questioned these Freya III guys and they don’t know; thought the query nonsensical even. Crustaceans, eh? Am I right? Am I RIGHT? (TBC?)
Category Archives: **VIRTUAL OT
00490104 (Schrodinger’s Man?)
No, not Gemilly Niceniece dominating the icy scene we’ve already seen walking across a different planet in post one of this here newest photo-novel, 49 in a series of infinity (infinity?). Instead: the background “figure”, peering over rocks it appears. A silhouette once more but small, more submissive and open to interpretation. Is it a man, a person? Or… something else. I’d personally give it about a 50-50 chance either way in the present.
I’m reminded somehow of this from photo-novel 36 — yet more Kentucky, hmm.
And I’ve seen the “illusion” before while walking around these number of planets through this particular BD, 7 hours and 7 minutes and 11 second long it is. And this coming exactly at the end of the 55 minutes and 14 second long Schrodinger III section of the video. We’ll see how it develops moving forward (and forward (and forward)).
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0104, Kentucky, Starfield
00490103
Per more cues in KY, she’d merrily adorned herself with ribbons and bows up and down, from the top of her new festive haired head to the bottom of her new festive shoed toe — toes. Bought for the season would be their reason, on the surface. Then she came back to the Rodentia Assembly Hall intending to give assumed ever-listening Rodentius the giant white rat with a bit of brown to keep him honest another show of information, holiday style. She even brought her Rudolph bulb along for good luck; it now lit the single room hall as much as the floor light that also tagged along with her.
“What Christmas means to me,” she started after taking the podium, trying not to glance into his corner too much. Nervous for some reason! It was only a big rodent, though. Nothing more. “AHEM… Christmas, to me, to myself, to… I…” Stumped, she looks down here, saw the color highlighted in so many ways on her arms, torso, legs, feet. “… means *red*; yes, red. And Santa,” she followed, thinking of another red dominated being. “But not *Satan*, not 666.”
“Good one, ha!” Rodentius enthusiastically encourages from his thought-to-be ever-corner in the hall, named for what he would call his better, female half which represents the whole virtual town surrounding them on all sides and then some. “Keep it coming!”
—–
But suddenly, just like that, there was no one in the assembly hall except Wheeler, who just stood there alone, awkwardly dressed for the occasion. Should have been a more somber attire, black instead of red, the other half of the equation as it turned out. Black for the empty chair revealed by the vanished big, non-anthropomorphized rodent, just an oversized but otherwise very ordinary animal with no human form to him atall. Black for absence itself. Loss of a friend.
Rodentius is *always* here, she panics. Why now, why just before Christmas of all times of the year? Why did he have to go… so SOON?!
She turns back to the chairs of the assembly hall after staring quite a while at the corner bereft of soul, of consciousness, trying to reorient herself after this shocking discovery. Then she imagines the red chairs being filled with not humans but aliens to balance things out, a show of planets to repopulate a darkened universe. Like here:
Planets you don’t even know the names of
Planets, you don’t even know their names
Yes, this helps, she thinks. Mars, the first red planet as it were, was just a beginning. Black and red together makes more sense on this special special day. Absence. And presents. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0103, Dokken Hollow, Jeogeot, Kentucky, Starfield
00490101
She didn’t necessarily want come back here but it all keeps circling around, all part of the master plan by the powers that be (me, baker b.). Jemison — oceanside this time. She didn’t arrive here in a ship or boat or anything like that but just strolled in from an entirely different planet altogether through a transition point of zero dimensions, no wasteful energy used. A black hole we could call it, one after another after another, actually, as the walking in essentially a straight line continued from world to world, biome to biome, to make a 7 hour and 7 minute and 11 second tour altogether. And now she had returned to where she started — finally — a type of home base as it were. 1:07:47 through 1:45:13 in the overall video. Would things be different now?
“Good to see you back here, Gemilly Niceniece,” said Clyde the Herding Cutterhead while passing by, who last saw her in a Jemison deciduous forest biome setting from photo-novel 48. Welcome to 49, Gemilly and Clyde! Welcome all. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0101, Starfield
00480606
“Gemilly!? But… we were suppose to be a *team*!”
“Gem-i-LEE!!! Yeah just *keep* on walking! WO-maan! Woe to me for ever getting *involved* with you!” he continued to sulk.
He followed her for a couple more football fields worth of terrain until he gave up as he watched her move past that rocky hill with the single tree on top. And he too was single now. A lone man in a heavily masculine oriented metaverse that didn’t care that much about the girl to begin with. Good for her that she ran away.
—–
Eventually she found her way to an even better role on an entirely different planet with a really proper script for her to act from, even donned his Atlantis style clothes to symbolically complete the exodus from the Gardenspot of the Universe that some call Jemison. The fools, she thought while continue to walk in a straight line away from it all, even at this great great distance. Who’s the fairer sex now, Rib Boy? TBC?
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0606, Starfield
00480605
Passing by this root system the other night I could have swore it spelled out “Howdy Stranger”. In fact, I *know* it did. But when I tried to recreate the spelling: nothing really that close. How could this be? Was it just some kind of sleepy time hallucination? Or was it someone… something communicating with me inside the game again, like had happened before with other ones. *Swore* it said, “Howdy Stranger”; even stopped the video at that point, thinking I’d come back to it to take a snapshot the next day and it would obviously — *obviously* — still be there. But, no.
Through the character of Albertville Mercury Spaghettiboro, now on Jemison in the Alpha Centari system in the metaverse of Starfield, I planned to talk about this “illusion” with on again off again girlfriend Gemilly Niceniece, a toolmaker from Kuum. I enter the underground section of New Atlanta called Brown Well either because of the color or the frequent brown outs it experiences — 50/50 split opinion on which it really is, or 48/52 as I better recall, although I don’t know which side has the slight advantage if that’s the case.
I spot her at the corner of Charlie and Hustle and throw her a, “You coming?”, which she replied, “In a minute, waiting on a part.” “Okay,” I said and thought about blowing her a kiss but then decided better as I headed over to Kay’s to save us a table.
Should be *any* moment, hmm. Food getting cold now, though. Better start without her, hmph. The revelation might have to wait until another day.
“*There* you are. Sorry I started without you. Did you (nom nom nom) get the part you needed?” She nodded… and then got up to leave. She just wanted to come over to say goodbye.
That part turned out to be an act. As in another play. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0605, Starfield
00480603 (escaping Miss Ouri)
“I’m telling you, Mike,” Pat relays telepathically. “If the next box is one specific color, one *specific* color… then we can’t kill her. We just can’t.
“We can’t kill her brother of mine (sigh).”
2 boxes later, past the demonstration of TILE that placated the onlooking, desirous ghouls, she finds the key, the center of it all.
Switching from colored to black and white, she can now unlock the door with the Newton-Jasper cube indicating scale.
Damn, thinks Mike. 2nd one today.
00480602 (Alabama Phoenix)
I am far away from you now.
But I will return.
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0048, 0602, Alabama, C2077, Small China, Starfield
Sunklands 