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[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

The swarm takes a second to notice what to them is essentially a void disappearing, but then shuffles over to Adtae’s new location, trying once again to help up @Spark of Hope. “Why did you leave? I was trying to speak to you. I did leave too, so it is not bad, but I am still confused. Do you like my new communication node? The very alive thing gave it to me.” 

He started breathing quickly. “Where am I?”

1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Adtae hesitates, pushes @Spark of Hope up with the shadows, then proffers his pad to him.

I cannot talk with this mask on... and trust me You want it on. Could you inform the swarm of this? Although... maybe it's new "communication node can.

Adtae created a second pad, straining his abilities, and showed a similar message to the swarm,

“Oh, alright then, thank you for information I didn’t ask for.”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Adtae hesitates, pushes @Spark of Hope up with the shadows, then proffers his pad to him.

I cannot talk with this mask on... and trust me You want it on. Could you inform the swarm of this? Although... maybe it's new "communication node can.

Adtae created a second pad, straining his abilities, and showed a similar message to the swarm,

The swarm holds up the second communication node over the pad. “Yes, this node can see other kinds of life. Or something like it. This node is smarter - it says you call what it sees light. It says it will explain better, so I can see things with no life.” They contract in a bit, thinking. “I wonder where the very alive thought got this node.” 

19 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

He started breathing quickly. “Where am I?”

The swarm expands, looking. “I do not know. I think you fell from the very alive thought over there.” 

[Through the Living Hope]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The swarm holds up the second communication node over the pad. “Yes, this node can see other kinds of life. Or something like it. This node is smarter - it says you call what it sees light. It says it will explain better, so I can see things with no life.” They contract in a bit, thinking. “I wonder where the very alive thought got this node.” 

The swarm expands, looking. “I do not know. I think you fell from the very alive thought over there.” 

Where’s Mare? And those men…

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

6 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

Where’s Mare? And those men…

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Did you look at the Idea? It could begin doing things, if you thought about it. 

The swarm contracts again, turning back into a dome rather than a collection of loops and spikes. “Do you have a name? I had one, but I forgot it when something exploded.” 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

12 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The swarm holds up the second communication node over the pad. “Yes, this node can see other kinds of life. Or something like it. This node is smarter - it says you call what it sees light. It says it will explain better, so I can see things with no life.” They contract in a bit, thinking. “I wonder where the very alive thought got this node.” 

The swarm expands, looking. “I do not know. I think you fell from the very alive thought over there.” 

I am Adtae. You?

I... I need to get back. I am important to my world. Many have labelled me "Death", but I am not nearly so malicious as that. I was... once... but that was before. Before I died.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

I am Adtae. You?

I... I need to get back. I am important to my world. Many have labelled me "Death", but I am not nearly so malicious as that. I was... once... but that was before. Before I died.

“I do not have a name anymore. I lost it when something destroyed some of my nodes in an explosion. Names are a strange concept to my people, but we seem alike to you, I think, just as you seem alike to me.” The swarm considers that more. “I think a new name would help me, Adtea. I will try to help you, although I do not understand this ‘death’. The new node says it is like forgetting, but more. Ferrians die piece by piece, but you - humans and other not-alive people - die all at once, and cannot leave some of you to others.” 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

19 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

“I do not have a name anymore. I lost it when something destroyed some of my nodes in an explosion. Names are a strange concept to my people, but we seem alike to you, I think, just as you seem alike to me.” The swarm considers that more. “I think a new name would help me, Adtea. I will try to help you, although I do not understand this ‘death’. The new node says it is like forgetting, but more. Ferrians die piece by piece, but you - humans and other not-alive people - die all at once, and cannot leave some of you to others.” 

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Woah this is an interesting dynamic I never even considered

Something leaves us, when we die. Our intelligence. I, though once mortal, am responsible for making sure that intelligence actually moves on. I am a result of what might happen if it never does.

[Through the Living Hope]

The man stood there listening. He didn’t like this. No, he didn’t like not knowing where he was or where his daughter was. Not one bit. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Something leaves us, when we die. Our intelligence. I, though once mortal, am responsible for making sure that intelligence actually moves on. I am a result of what might happen if it never does.

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*Tries to find figure out what dynamic you mean. Fails* 

“Yes, I die like that, but in pieces. The part of me that knew my name is dead, now. You sound important; many very-not-alive people could be a problem.” 
The swarm contracts, thinking. “I may die, in a day, then die all the way, intelligence gone like you said, in another. If I choose some of me to die some of the way, I will last longer, but I need food. Food is metal, although I will need some of it to be alive, from where I come from.” 

1 hour ago, Spark of Hope said:

The man stood there listening. He didn’t like this. No, he didn’t like not knowing where he was or where his daughter was. Not one bit. 

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I can’t think of an excuse to talk to you. The swarm would help, if they knew. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

11 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“Yes, I die like that, but in pieces. The part of me that knew my name is dead, now. You sound important; many very-not-alive people could be a problem.” 
The swarm contracts, thinking. “I may die, in a day, then die all the way, intelligence gone like you said, in another. If I choose some of me to die some of the way, I will last longer, but I need food. Food is metal, although I will need some of it to be alive, from where I come from.” 

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Well the dynamic is that you have no idea the culture surrounding human death, you don't even know what it is. Adtae, coincidentally, is that culture.

Adtae thought.

How about we ask the idea for some of this "Alive" metal.

He approached the idea, forming the thought in his mind.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

6 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Adtae thought.

How about we ask the idea for some of this "Alive" metal.

He approached the idea, forming the thought in his mind.

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That makes sense. The Ferrians can die, but nodes have memories and are interchangeable, so an individual swarm is more transient than a human body would be. 

The Idea does whatever Adtae thinks it should in order to interact with him, then makes what he thinks alive metal should be. 

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For the swarm pure iron is something like sugar, but they need something closer to protein in order to heal. So a life form from their planet would work, but a random living metal construct wouldn’t. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The Idea does whatever Adtae thinks it should in order to interact with him, then makes what he thinks alive metal should be. 

Adtae received a smaller version of the swarm that talked to him, except limp. He had not known what alive was, so he guessed it was just like the swarm. He proffered it to the swarm.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The Idea does whatever Adtae thinks it should in order to interact with him, then makes what he thinks alive metal should be. 

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Okay, what the heck is the swarm made of

I had this idea but now idk

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Adtae received a smaller version of the swarm that talked to him, except limp. He had not known what alive was, so he guessed it was just like the swarm. He proffered it to the swarm.

The swarm grows leg-like appendages, alarmed. “What did you do?!” 

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Does Adtae realize that the swarm is held together by magnets, so a limp version would be very strange and uncanny valley-y? 

4 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Okay, what the heck is the swarm made of

I had this idea but now idk

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The swarm is a bunch of rust colored dodecahedrons the size of marbles (small marbles, not big shooter marbles). They are mostly made from rust and other iron oxides, such as lodestone, but need trace amount of several other elements, including aluminum. The nodes are made by colonies of microbes the metabolize iron by oxidizing it, then divert some of that energy to moving, and most of the rest to powering the node itself. 
They’re held together by, and thinks using, a set of electromagnets in each node. They store memories in the nodes, and need to consume an amount of food proportional to the amount of nodes they have. 
I’ve got more, but I need to eat dinner. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

13 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

The swarm grows leg-like appendages, alarmed. “What did you do?!” 

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Dinner is for the weak.

And no, Adtae doesn’t. He don’t even know what an electromagnet is.

Adtae proffers it at the swarm. I’m going to call you Rust.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

46 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Adtae proffers it at the swarm. I’m going to call you Rust.

The swarm takes it, confused by how the metal is somehow floppy, and not falling apart like it should (this is akin to giving someone a small human shape made from meat and rubber; weird and not particularly edible). “I do not think I can eat this. Why do you think the alive thought had it? It does think to create, but why would it create this?”
Rust puts the strange thing aside, deciding to address their new name. “You can call me Rust, I suppose. But rust means many things. Rust can be eating, food that is expiring, something that has been eaten, or perhaps what I am made from, although they are not quite the same. I will tell the translation node to tell it to me as ‘you’, because that makes more sense in my language.” 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

Just now, Dragonheir said:

The swarm takes it, confused by how the metal is somehow floppy, and not falling apart like it should (this is akin to giving someone a small human shape made from meat and rubber; weird and not particularly edible). “I do not think I can eat this. Why do you think the alive thought had it? It does think to create, but why would it create this?”
Rust puts the strange thing aside, deciding to address their new name. “You can call me Rust, I suppose. But rust means many things. Rust can be eating, food that is expiring, something that has been eaten, or perhaps what I am made from, although they are not quite the same. I will tell the translation node to tell it to me as ‘you’, because that makes more sense in my language.” 

Perhaps you try to ask for it for food?

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Suddenly, a small baby bird appeared. It chirped and laid on the ground, dazed.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Perhaps you try to ask for it for food?

“That is a good idea. I will give the living thought back this.” Rust moves over to the Idea, carrying the strange imitation of themselves. They lift it up - it isn’t even magnetic, so they have to build a tower under it, like a fountain lifting things into the air - and put it back in the Idea. May I have food and a plant? they think to it. 
The Idea forms a platform of iron on the ground near it. Sitting in the center of the platform is a branching structure of blade-like metal “leaves”, which twist around it in a way that seems to be organized.
“Yay! Thank you, Idea.” Rust spreads out around the iron platform, and engulfs the Ferrian blade-plant, leaving a ball of nodes containing the two black speakers they had been given the only section not flat. 

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Suddenly, a small baby bird appeared. It chirped and laid on the ground, dazed.

Rust’s new communication node points out the bird to them. “Hello, small different-alive thing.” They stay on the platform, but move the ball of nodes acting as their “head” over to the bird. 

[Through the Living Hope]

4 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Suddenly, a small baby bird appeared. It chirped and laid on the ground, dazed.

The man knelt next to it. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

Rust’s new communication node points out the bird to them. “Hello, small different-alive thing.” They stay on the platform, but move the ball of nodes acting as their “head” over to the bird. 

 

1 minute ago, Spark of Hope said:

The man knelt next to it. 

The bird chirped softly, confused. It was covered in small orange down feathers, but didn't yet have any for flight.

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

2 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

“That is a good idea. I will give the living thought back this.” Rust moves over to the Idea, carrying the strange imitation of themselves. They lift it up - it isn’t even magnetic, so they have to build a tower under it, like a fountain lifting things into the air - and put it back in the Idea. May I have food and a plant? they think to it. 
The Idea forms a platform of iron on the ground near it. Sitting in the center of the platform is a branching structure of blade-like metal “leaves”, which twist around it in a way that seems to be organized.
“Yay! Thank you, Idea.” Rust spreads out around the iron platform, and engulfs the Ferrian blade-plant, leaving a ball of nodes containing the two black speakers they had been given the only section not flat. 

Rust’s new communication node points out the bird to them. “Hello, small different-alive thing.” They stay on the platform, but move the ball of nodes acting as their “head” over to the bird. 

Nice. What should our next step be?

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You mentioned that this would be the mother of Subthreads, what would that look like?

 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

2 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

The man knelt next to it. 

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

The bird chirped softly, confused. It was covered in small orange down feathers, but didn't yet have any for flight.

“I do not understand that. The translator says it is a bird, but what does that mean? Does it need food too?” 

1 minute ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Nice. What should our next step be?

“I do not know. You said you were lost, and needed your world. I think the Idea can get you back.” 

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Basically, you would think a place rather than an object to the Idea, and it will make a portal or pathway to that place or universe. It will be a copy, but anything generated by the Idea is a copy. If the thread dies, the idea-plane can burst, spitting out anything someone wants to keep in this thread. The nature of the gate or path depends upon the idea of the person creating it, and whether we can view or interfere that thread is up to them as well. 

[Through the Living Wrath he/him]

1 minute ago, Dragonheir said:

“I do not understand that. The translator says it is a bird, but what does that mean? Does it need food too?” 

“I do not know. You said you were lost, and needed your world. I think the Idea can get you back.” 

A bird is like a human, but less intelligent. It can fly, though. It does need food, but it should be able to get that on its own. Actually, it is not able to yet.

Atdae scooped up the bird, bringing it to the Idea. He wished for a way to carry the bird with him, as well as the package. 

Would you like to come with me? he asked Rust.

[Through the Living Hope]

14 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

 

The bird chirped softly, confused. It was covered in small orange down feathers, but didn't yet have any for flight.

2 minutes ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

A bird is like a human, but less intelligent. It can fly, though. It does need food, but it should be able to get that on its own. Actually, it is not able to yet.

Atdae scooped up the bird, bringing it to the Idea. He wished for a way to carry the bird with him, as well as the package. 

Would you like to come with me? he asked Rust.

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Awww I was gonna pick up the bird… : (