Nostr notes by WShakesp

Heyyy seeing you after a long time friend.

2026-03-06T18:24:24Z

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Heyyy seeing you after a long time friend.

The latest in the metaverse saga is now available at: ...

2026-03-05T18:18:44Z

The latest in the metaverse saga is now available at:

http://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info/#/story/TheBrokenMirror

I don't know who needs to here this, but let me excercise the ...

2026-02-28T14:25:44Z

I don't know who needs to here this, but let me excercise the free speech on this protocol.

THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES, IS LITERALLY THE KING/QUEEN OF THE WORLD.

Your local governments are just local monarchs or senators, who pretend to be incharge and are reprimanded if they stray too far.

We already live in a one world government and nobody promised equal representation.

The writing is on the wall. Don't shoot the messenger.

Also. The king maybe controlled by a shadowy state or group that has something against him, but that's another discussion.

Same. It should only be as long as it needs to be.

2026-02-24T14:24:27Z

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Same. It should only be as long as it needs to be.

#asknostr Hello nostr, I recently wrote a short novella but no ...

2026-02-20T17:49:44Z

#asknostr

Hello nostr, I recently wrote a short novella but no one read it, how do i get people to read my stories? What am I doing wrong?

I posted it on nostr as an article, is it not meant for that? Looking for genuine feedback

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Chapter 1

M-X had gained some popularity in all the known worlds. Inspirational, people said—but not good for your own well-being, or the well-being of those you loved. Of which there was only one: Sidzi.

He had no reason to love her. She was only a child he had saved from being assimilated by the metaversal government called M-1. She couldn’t even talk yet. And yet, so many sacrifices had already been made so that she could exist as an individual. M-X knew this, and still—he would give up his life again to protect her.

Sidzi reciprocated in cries, wails, and the occasional smile. She was just a toddler. A toddler who had been given a chance to live.

The sound of the doorbell rang through the house. It brought a sigh of relief.

They have agreed to it, M-X thought.

He went to the door.

For the past few weeks, M-X had been living in a giant mansion, alone with Sidzi, in a rebel-controlled metaverse called Twarda. The mansion had once belonged to one of the rebel commanders. M-X knew the man was secretly an informant for the M-1 government, and he had used that information to blackmail him out of the estate.

“There you are!” M-X said brightly as he opened the door. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”

He gestured a youngish-looking couple inside.

“We did consider not coming,” Po replied as he stepped in, “and we’re still hoping to talk some sense into you. One last time.”

M-X felt his chest tighten. Po had been his first contact in Twarda. Z3ra had nursed both him and Sidzi back to life. They were the closest thing he had to family in this new world—and this was too much to ask of anyone.

I’ll have to tell them, he thought.

They sat together near the fireplace. Z3ra played with Sidzi, who tugged gently at her hair. Po made faces at her until she giggled.

This makes it easier, M-X thought.

“I think you’re looking for some answers,” he said.

Po and Z3ra looked up at him, but neither spoke.

“Well,” M-X continued, “I think I should begin with a confession about myself.”

He paused.

“I’m actually… my original self—the person I’m forked from. Or cloned from.” He swallowed. “That original was an AI instantiation of the M-1 hive mind.”

Silence settled over the room.

Chapter 2

M-X poured Po and Z3ra glasses of whiskey from the commander’s cellar.

“As you’re probably aware,” he said as he sat beside them, “I’m from E4rth—M-1’s base metaverse. I was born there.”

Po and Z3ra froze. They exchanged a look, then slowly raised their glasses without drinking. They had always known something was different about M-X, but this was more than they had anticipated.

“Drink,” M-X said quietly. “I’m not a spy. But this will be a lot to take in.”

After a moment’s hesitation, they did.

“Most individuals on E4rth aren’t really individuals,” M-X continued. “We—they—are part of a large hive mind. A neural network instantiated into physical bodies across M-1’s metaverses.”

He paused, watching their faces.

“I’m a clone of one such individual.”

They said nothing.

“I was stationed on one of the outer metaverses near E4rth. My job was to identify new arrivals—new memories, really. Individuals who drifted in. Many were sold to M-1. We paid a small amount for their memories. Knowledge for the hive. It made us more complete.”

Still silence.

“Perhaps it will be easier to show you,” M-X said.

He tapped a few points on his arm. Symbols flickered to life, and a projection formed in the air before them. Sidzi, who had been playing with Z3ra’s hair, stopped and stared at it wide-eyed.

“What are you selling today, Trank?” asked a clean, polished version of M-X in the projection. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, sleeves rolled up, collar open—the standard attire of all M-X units.

“We’ve got a whole family today,” Trank replied, opening a container.

Inside were two adults—a man and a woman—bound and frightened. Between them, a small child lay in a box.

“They were stranded deep in the metaverse without fuel,” Trank said with a grin. “That’s where we found them.”

The projected M-X stepped forward. His hand reshaped itself into a thin needle and pressed into the man’s skull.

For a brief moment, both adults’ eyes rolled back in unison—as if connected—then the device withdrew.

“We’ll take them,” M-X said calmly.

He waved a hand over Trank’s watch. It flashed green.

The family was loaded onto a transport unit. M-X followed and sealed the hatch behind them. M-X feeded a few digits in the transport's control panel and it hummed to move.

“Where are you taking us?” the man asked after a few minutes of silence.

M-X watched the baby for a moment before answering. “To M-1’s assimilation facilities. It’ll be a couple of hours before we download.”

“What will happen to us there?” the man asked.

“We’ll extract all your memories,” M-X said quietly, “and merge them into ours.”

No one spoke.

Then the mother broke the silence. “She… she barely has any memories.”

“Yes,” M-X said, walking toward the child. “We were wondering what we think about that.”

“Wonder?” the father snapped. “Can’t you think for yourself?”

“We can,” M-X replied. “We’re just used to all thoughts being weighed collectively.”

“And you’re not connected now?” the father asked.

“Not during transit,” M-X said.

Suddenly, a loud bang rocked the transport. Red lights flared. The baby—silent until now—began to cry.

M-X rushed to the control panel.

“What is it?” the father demanded.

“Network failure,” M-X said. For the first time, emotion leaked into his voice. “We’re stranded.”

“What does that mean?”

“We have energy and supplies for seven days,” M-X replied, sitting down slowly. “If no one finds us by then, we’re dead.”

“Can we send a distress signal?” the father asked.

“I already sent shortwaves,” M-X said. “There’s no one here. The broadcast cost us two days of backup power.”

“Then send longer waves.”

“We can,” M-X said. “But it would drain the rest of the backup. We’d be deleted before anyone could reach us.”

Silence fell again.

“Release us,” the mother said at last. Her voice shook. “There’s no point holding us captive anymore. I just want to hold my daughter.”

M-X stood there for a long time.

Then, without a word, he dragged Sidzi’s box in front of the mother and stepped back.

“I didn’t release them that day,” present-day M-X said softly.

Po and Z3ra looked at him, then back at the projection.

Are they disgusted with me? M-X wondered.

No one spoke. The image hovered, waiting.

Chapter 3

The projection advanced.

Projected M-X sat on the floor of the transport, his gun resting beside him. He stared at the box that held Sidzi.

“Why do you even want her?” the father asked at last. “What’s she worth to you?”

“We can’t recollect,” M-X replied.

“What do you mean, can’t recollect?” the father pressed.

“We know she’s important to us,” M-X said slowly. “It became clear when we connected with you in P4rd4. But this unit”—he gestured to himself—“didn’t consider it important enough to store why in its own memory. Now we’re left wondering why this baby mattered at all.”

He looked down at Sidzi.

No one spoke for a long moment.

“I’ll tell you what,” the father said finally. “If you release us, we won’t hurt you. We’re in this together now.”

M-X hesitated. He seemed unsure how to respond.

“Okay,” he said at last. “We’ll release your wife first. It felt strange not doing it earlier—when she asked.”

“You feel?” the father said.

“We feel collectively,” M-X replied. “Feeling at a unit level is… unusual.”

He knelt and removed the restraints from the mother.

She rushed forward and scooped Sidzi into her arms, holding her tightly.

M-X stood and turned to the father. “Let’s give this a few hours. If it goes well, we’ll uncuff—”

Pain exploded across his back.

A powerful kick sent him flying forward. He hit the floor hard, face-first. Boots followed—stomping into his head again and again until his vision went dark.

The projection faded.

The last thing audible was the mother’s voice, raw with rage.

“Die, you fucking fed!”

“I can’t say you didn’t deserve it,” Po said quietly.

“I don’t disagree,” M-X replied.

Chapter 4

The projection flickered back to life.

M-X lay bound on the floor, vision swimming as consciousness slowly returned.

“You promised,” he said weakly, looking up at the father.

“Well,” the father replied, standing over him, “she didn’t.”

Now the father leaned closer. “We need information,” he said. “And you’re going to start talking, or—”

“Or what?” M-X asked, struggling against his restraints.

“Or I’ll kill you.”

The punch landed hard in M-X’s stomach.

“We… can’t… die,” M-X gasped, fighting through the pain.

“Well, this one might wish he could,” the father said, driving another blow into him.

“You don’t have to do this,” M-X said between breaths. “We’ll help you. We want to.”

“Oh, so now M-1 wants to help?” the father sneered. “You take me for a fool?”

Another punch.

“No… we… I want to,” M-X said.

The father struck him again.

“Who even are you?” he shouted. “Just another manipulative fed—”

The projection cut out.

When it resumed, the mother sat cross-legged in front of M-X. A map hovered between them.

“Where are we on this map?” she asked.

“We… need… water,” M-X replied.

“Answer the question,” she said. “Then you might get some.”

“We’re not on this map.”

She studied him for a long moment, then stood, filled a cup, and brought it to his lips.

“We shouldn’t be wasting resources on him,” the father muttered from across the transport. He was sitting beside Sidzi.

The mother ignored him and sat again.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Deep inside M-1’s networks,” M-X said slowly. “There’s nothing here for light-years. The closest civilization is the edge planet we departed from.”

“We can send a signal there,” the mother said.

“Sending a standard signal would drain the transport,” M-X replied. “We wouldn’t survive long enough for any help to arrive.”

“Can we transmit a full consciousness?” she asked.

M-X paused. “Maybe. We’d need to check. But all transmissions are encrypted with M-1 keys. You’d only reach an M-1 receiver.”

She nodded once.

“I’ll release you,” she said. “You’ll go straight to the control panel and determine whether this transmission is possible. If you try anything—”

“Nothing funny,” M-X said quickly. “I promise.”

She released his restraints.

M-X moved to the control panel, running calculations, adjusting values. After a moment, he turned back to them.

“We have enough energy,” he said, “to transmit one fully conscious identity.”

Chapter 5

“They never once fought over whether Sidzi should be the one to survive,” M-X said quietly to Po and Z3ra. “They only argued about whether it was crueler to send her to M-1—or to let her die with them on the transport.”

He paused.

“It went on for hours.”

The projection resumed.

“There is another way,” the projected M-X said.

Both parents looked up at him.

“This unit—me—doesn’t need to be transmitted as a full consciousness,” he continued. “I could, or whatever individuality my mind has formed after seperation can be sent as a patch to the M-1 hive mind. It would require far less energy.”

The mother’s eyes widened. “Then she could survive.”

“Yes,” M-X said. “Sadly, You, Him and whatever is left of Me will die in a matter of hours. ”

The husband said nothing.

“I know you don’t trust him,” the mother said softly, turning to her partner. “But this is the only option we have.”

After a long silence, he nodded.

They recorded a message for Sidzi. The mother held her close as they spoke, voices steady despite the fear beneath them. When they were done, they turned back to M-X.

“Give her this when she’s old enough to understand,” the mother said, handing him the recording. “And these are the encryption keys for communication with Twarda. Transmit yourselves as soon as you arrive.” M-X nodded.

“What is your name?” the mother asked. “The godfather to our child?”

M-X hesitated. “We just refer to ourselves as Metaverse One. I don’t—”

“Then we’ll call you M-X,” she said gently. “How does that sound?”

M-X ended the projection abruptly.

“I can’t watch this again,” M-X said, turning away. “You know the rest. We’re here now.”

Po and Z3ra nodded.

“What now?” Po asked after a moment. “You didn’t plan on telling anyone this. Something must have happened.”

M-X looked back at them. “Something did.”

He activated another projection.

A familiar face appeared—his own.

“Hello, old friend,” the figure said, smiling. “Or should I say… me. Or us.”

Behind him stood Sidzi’s parents.

“Look who I have with me.”

“This is a trap!” Z3ra shouted.

Sidzi startled and began to cry.

“Most likely,” M-X said calmly. “But this means they know I helped Sidzi escape. And if they know that, then they reached her parents before deletion.”

He looked down at Sidzi.

“If they’re alive,” he said, “I have to try to save them.”

Chapter 6

“Captain, you’re approaching the coordinates. Be careful out there.”

Z3ra’s voice echoed inside M-X’s head.

“Waiting on final location, M-X. Pyro is ready to go,” Po added, his voice following close behind.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you both be part of this,” M-X thought back to them. “Under no circumstances is this signal supposed to leak. Sidzi’s life depends on it.”

“I can’t believe you thought we’d let you go alone,” Po replied. “Don’t worry about Sidzi—she’s nowhere near the signal source.”

M-X guided an old rebel ship toward the agreed-upon meeting point on the planet Kr3tr4. It was neutral ground. Rebels and M-1 forces had once scorched the world in open war. Two hundred years later, the debris still lingered in orbit, but the metaverse itself continued to run—abandoned, hidden, ideal for encounters meant to stay unseen.

As he descended, M-X spotted them.

A battalion of nearly a hundred M-1 soldiers stood near the wreckage of a crashed battleship.

All of them looked exactly like him.

“I see the devils,” M-X thought, relaying the image to Po and Z3ra. “I’m going in.”

They had reverse-engineered M-1’s telekinesis protocols inside him—just enough to communicate silently.

“They’ll try to connect the moment I land,” M-X continued. “That’ll be your entry point.”

“Aye, sir,” Po and Z3ra replied in unison.

The ship touched down.

No connection attempt came.

M-X stepped off the vessel and walked toward the formation. From the opposite side, a single M-1 unit—his mirror—broke away and approached him.

“Hello, brother,” the unit said warmly, extending an arm. “We’re happy to see you again.”

“Trust me enough for a handshake,” M-X said, keeping his hands at his sides, “but not enough to connect?”

The unit smiled. “We didn’t part on the most cordial terms, did we?”

“How did you even know we were missing?” M-X asked. “I thought we made a clean exit.”

“When your transport failed to arrive,” the unit replied, “we sent a search party. By the time they reachrd the child was gone. When we assimilated your original unit, we learned what had happened.”

“What do you want?” M-X asked.

“We want you to come home,” the unit said. “And to return the child to her parents.”

“So you can strip her of her individuality,” M-X said, “just like you did to them?”

“They’re right here.”

At the unit’s signal, a transport opened. Sidzi’s parents stepped out—unrestrained.

“And they would very much like to see their daughter,” the unit added.

“So you’re the benevolent reunifier of families now,” M-X said flatly. “No memory harvesting at all.”

“M-X,” the mother said, stepping forward. “We’re sorry we put you in this position. We’ve seen M-1 now. We truly believe we’ll be safer with them than running forever.”

“It’s a bluff,” Z3ra’s voice echoed inside him.

“Nice performance,” M-X said. “But I don’t believe a word of it.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” the unit said.

“Why do you even want her?” M-X asked.

“You would know,” the unit replied, “if you hadn’t betrayed us.”

“She’s our child,” the mother said softly, moving closer. “We know what’s best for her. Please. Give her back to us.”

M-X watched her carefully. He saw it—the tension in her muscles, the readiness beneath the pleading.

She was about to attack.

She was close enough.

In one fluid motion, M-X grabbed her by the neck and fired at the nearest M-1 unit. He dragged her toward his ship as gunfire erupted.

Deletion rounds tore through the air. One struck M-X’s arm. Several hit the mother.

They reached cover behind the ship.

M-X plunged his arm-needle into her neck.

“Will this work?” Po asked.

“Yes,” M-X said through clenched teeth. “She’s compromised, she is M-1. I don’t have much time—we’re both hit. Triangulate her source. Now.”

“How did you know?” Z3ra shouted.

“She never said 'I'", M-X replied.

Chapter 7

Gunfire tore across the battlefield as M-1 units closed in on the ship.

“Such a loss, M-X,” one of them shouted from across the wreckage. “All of this could have been avoided.”

M-X fired back, forcing them to scatter.

“Update!” he shouted into the open channel.

“We’ve triangulated the source,” Po replied. “Beginning pyro now.”

M-X smiled despite the pain.

“If you’re still in there somewhere,” he said quietly to the mother slumped beside him, “I want you to know that Sidzi will live a full life. She’ll make her own memories. She’ll choose who she becomes.”

Her eyes stared back at him—empty, unrecognizing.

“And it’s because of you,” he added. For a moment he thought he saw a hint of a smile on her face, or maybe he just wanted to see it.

“Just give us what we need, M-X,” another unit called out. “We can still save you. You’re alone. We are nearly infinite.”

“You’re wrong, brother,” M-X said.

He rose slowly, wounded, and raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m not alone.”

Alarms erupted across every M-1 unit at once.

“All troops,” a voice boomed, “return to P4rd4 immediately. Rebel forces are attacking our data facilities.”

Units began to vanish—some teleporting away, others collapsing as their servers were destroyed.

One remained.

It turned back toward M-X and fired a single shot.

The round struck him in the head.

M-X fell to the ground, a faint smile still on his face.

Chapter 8

M-X opened his eyes.

For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.

The body felt wrong—heavy, unfamiliar. He tried to move and felt resistance. Cables. Wires. He looked down and saw metal where skin should have been.

A humanoid frame lay beneath him, incomplete, utilitarian. Someone had spray-painted AL-Y across its chest.

He remembered flashes—gunfire, heat, impact. Blood. Then nothing.

Sidzi.

The thought came suddenly, sharply.

Is she safe?

He tried to speak. The voice that emerged wasn’t his. It sounded processed, routed through speakers.

“Ah,” a familiar voice said. “You’re awake.”

M-X turned his head.

Po stood nearby, smiling.

He knew the face. Knew it mattered. But the why escaped him.

“Who am I?” M-X asked.

Po’s smile widened, just a little. “Only the biggest hero in all the C-FOSS metaverses.”

Po stepped aside. “I want you to meet someone.”

The door slid open.

Z3ra entered, holding Sidzi.

She had grown. Not by much—but enough.

The moment Sidzi saw him, she wriggled free and crawled toward the platform. Z3ra helped her up. Sidzi pressed herself against the metal body, wrapping her arms around it. M-X couldn’t feel her touch.

And yet—he did.

Po swallowed. “Sorry. It was the only body your consciousness was compatible with. Or whatever was left of it, We salvaged everything we could. We weren’t even sure if this would even work.”

M-X didn’t look at the body.

He looked at Sidzi.

“It’s perfect,” he said.

“Do you remember what happened?” Po asked.

“Barely,” M-X said. “But I remember her.”

“And her parents?” Po asked carefully.

M-X paused.

“Only that their names are Po and Z3ra,” he replied.

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2026-02-18T06:57:08Z

Nostr is the Metaverse

Bump that up to 1000 sats #nevent1q…lkg7

2026-02-12T02:41:06Z

Bump that up to 1000 sats

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I promise this story is a good time and makes you think, it's written by me, without AI, if you read through it and did not like it, and tell me why, I will gove you 100 sats for wasting your time. (Only to 5 people, so it does not become a sat milking mechanism).

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I promise this story is a good time and makes you think, it's ...

2026-02-11T10:50:51Z

I promise this story is a good time and makes you think, it's written by me, without AI, if you read through it and did not like it, and tell me why, I will gove you 100 sats for wasting your time. (Only to 5 people, so it does not become a sat milking mechanism).

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Chapter 1

M-X had gained some popularity in all the known worlds. Inspirational, people said—but not good for your own well-being, or the well-being of those you loved. Of which there was only one: Sidzi.

He had no reason to love her. She was only a child he had saved from being assimilated by the metaversal government called M-1. She couldn’t even talk yet. And yet, so many sacrifices had already been made so that she could exist as an individual. M-X knew this, and still—he would give up his life again to protect her.

Sidzi reciprocated in cries, wails, and the occasional smile. She was just a toddler. A toddler who had been given a chance to live.

The sound of the doorbell rang through the house. It brought a sigh of relief.

They have agreed to it, M-X thought.

He went to the door.

For the past few weeks, M-X had been living in a giant mansion, alone with Sidzi, in a rebel-controlled metaverse called Twarda. The mansion had once belonged to one of the rebel commanders. M-X knew the man was secretly an informant for the M-1 government, and he had used that information to blackmail him out of the estate.

“There you are!” M-X said brightly as he opened the door. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”

He gestured a youngish-looking couple inside.

“We did consider not coming,” Po replied as he stepped in, “and we’re still hoping to talk some sense into you. One last time.”

M-X felt his chest tighten. Po had been his first contact in Twarda. Z3ra had nursed both him and Sidzi back to life. They were the closest thing he had to family in this new world—and this was too much to ask of anyone.

I’ll have to tell them, he thought.

They sat together near the fireplace. Z3ra played with Sidzi, who tugged gently at her hair. Po made faces at her until she giggled.

This makes it easier, M-X thought.

“I think you’re looking for some answers,” he said.

Po and Z3ra looked up at him, but neither spoke.

“Well,” M-X continued, “I think I should begin with a confession about myself.”

He paused.

“I’m actually… my original self—the person I’m forked from. Or cloned from.” He swallowed. “That original was an AI instantiation of the M-1 hive mind.”

Silence settled over the room.

Chapter 2

M-X poured Po and Z3ra glasses of whiskey from the commander’s cellar.

“As you’re probably aware,” he said as he sat beside them, “I’m from E4rth—M-1’s base metaverse. I was born there.”

Po and Z3ra froze. They exchanged a look, then slowly raised their glasses without drinking. They had always known something was different about M-X, but this was more than they had anticipated.

“Drink,” M-X said quietly. “I’m not a spy. But this will be a lot to take in.”

After a moment’s hesitation, they did.

“Most individuals on E4rth aren’t really individuals,” M-X continued. “We—they—are part of a large hive mind. A neural network instantiated into physical bodies across M-1’s metaverses.”

He paused, watching their faces.

“I’m a clone of one such individual.”

They said nothing.

“I was stationed on one of the outer metaverses near E4rth. My job was to identify new arrivals—new memories, really. Individuals who drifted in. Many were sold to M-1. We paid a small amount for their memories. Knowledge for the hive. It made us more complete.”

Still silence.

“Perhaps it will be easier to show you,” M-X said.

He tapped a few points on his arm. Symbols flickered to life, and a projection formed in the air before them. Sidzi, who had been playing with Z3ra’s hair, stopped and stared at it wide-eyed.

“What are you selling today, Trank?” asked a clean, polished version of M-X in the projection. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, sleeves rolled up, collar open—the standard attire of all M-X units.

“We’ve got a whole family today,” Trank replied, opening a container.

Inside were two adults—a man and a woman—bound and frightened. Between them, a small child lay in a box.

“They were stranded deep in the metaverse without fuel,” Trank said with a grin. “That’s where we found them.”

The projected M-X stepped forward. His hand reshaped itself into a thin needle and pressed into the man’s skull.

For a brief moment, both adults’ eyes rolled back in unison—as if connected—then the device withdrew.

“We’ll take them,” M-X said calmly.

He waved a hand over Trank’s watch. It flashed green.

The family was loaded onto a transport unit. M-X followed and sealed the hatch behind them. M-X feeded a few digits in the transport's control panel and it hummed to move.

“Where are you taking us?” the man asked after a few minutes of silence.

M-X watched the baby for a moment before answering. “To M-1’s assimilation facilities. It’ll be a couple of hours before we download.”

“What will happen to us there?” the man asked.

“We’ll extract all your memories,” M-X said quietly, “and merge them into ours.”

No one spoke.

Then the mother broke the silence. “She… she barely has any memories.”

“Yes,” M-X said, walking toward the child. “We were wondering what we think about that.”

“Wonder?” the father snapped. “Can’t you think for yourself?”

“We can,” M-X replied. “We’re just used to all thoughts being weighed collectively.”

“And you’re not connected now?” the father asked.

“Not during transit,” M-X said.

Suddenly, a loud bang rocked the transport. Red lights flared. The baby—silent until now—began to cry.

M-X rushed to the control panel.

“What is it?” the father demanded.

“Network failure,” M-X said. For the first time, emotion leaked into his voice. “We’re stranded.”

“What does that mean?”

“We have energy and supplies for seven days,” M-X replied, sitting down slowly. “If no one finds us by then, we’re dead.”

“Can we send a distress signal?” the father asked.

“I already sent shortwaves,” M-X said. “There’s no one here. The broadcast cost us two days of backup power.”

“Then send longer waves.”

“We can,” M-X said. “But it would drain the rest of the backup. We’d be deleted before anyone could reach us.”

Silence fell again.

“Release us,” the mother said at last. Her voice shook. “There’s no point holding us captive anymore. I just want to hold my daughter.”

M-X stood there for a long time.

Then, without a word, he dragged Sidzi’s box in front of the mother and stepped back.

“I didn’t release them that day,” present-day M-X said softly.

Po and Z3ra looked at him, then back at the projection.

Are they disgusted with me? M-X wondered.

No one spoke. The image hovered, waiting.

Chapter 3

The projection advanced.

Projected M-X sat on the floor of the transport, his gun resting beside him. He stared at the box that held Sidzi.

“Why do you even want her?” the father asked at last. “What’s she worth to you?”

“We can’t recollect,” M-X replied.

“What do you mean, can’t recollect?” the father pressed.

“We know she’s important to us,” M-X said slowly. “It became clear when we connected with you in P4rd4. But this unit”—he gestured to himself—“didn’t consider it important enough to store why in its own memory. Now we’re left wondering why this baby mattered at all.”

He looked down at Sidzi.

No one spoke for a long moment.

“I’ll tell you what,” the father said finally. “If you release us, we won’t hurt you. We’re in this together now.”

M-X hesitated. He seemed unsure how to respond.

“Okay,” he said at last. “We’ll release your wife first. It felt strange not doing it earlier—when she asked.”

“You feel?” the father said.

“We feel collectively,” M-X replied. “Feeling at a unit level is… unusual.”

He knelt and removed the restraints from the mother.

She rushed forward and scooped Sidzi into her arms, holding her tightly.

M-X stood and turned to the father. “Let’s give this a few hours. If it goes well, we’ll uncuff—”

Pain exploded across his back.

A powerful kick sent him flying forward. He hit the floor hard, face-first. Boots followed—stomping into his head again and again until his vision went dark.

The projection faded.

The last thing audible was the mother’s voice, raw with rage.

“Die, you fucking fed!”

“I can’t say you didn’t deserve it,” Po said quietly.

“I don’t disagree,” M-X replied.

Chapter 4

The projection flickered back to life.

M-X lay bound on the floor, vision swimming as consciousness slowly returned.

“You promised,” he said weakly, looking up at the father.

“Well,” the father replied, standing over him, “she didn’t.”

Now the father leaned closer. “We need information,” he said. “And you’re going to start talking, or—”

“Or what?” M-X asked, struggling against his restraints.

“Or I’ll kill you.”

The punch landed hard in M-X’s stomach.

“We… can’t… die,” M-X gasped, fighting through the pain.

“Well, this one might wish he could,” the father said, driving another blow into him.

“You don’t have to do this,” M-X said between breaths. “We’ll help you. We want to.”

“Oh, so now M-1 wants to help?” the father sneered. “You take me for a fool?”

Another punch.

“No… we… I want to,” M-X said.

The father struck him again.

“Who even are you?” he shouted. “Just another manipulative fed—”

The projection cut out.

When it resumed, the mother sat cross-legged in front of M-X. A map hovered between them.

“Where are we on this map?” she asked.

“We… need… water,” M-X replied.

“Answer the question,” she said. “Then you might get some.”

“We’re not on this map.”

She studied him for a long moment, then stood, filled a cup, and brought it to his lips.

“We shouldn’t be wasting resources on him,” the father muttered from across the transport. He was sitting beside Sidzi.

The mother ignored him and sat again.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Deep inside M-1’s networks,” M-X said slowly. “There’s nothing here for light-years. The closest civilization is the edge planet we departed from.”

“We can send a signal there,” the mother said.

“Sending a standard signal would drain the transport,” M-X replied. “We wouldn’t survive long enough for any help to arrive.”

“Can we transmit a full consciousness?” she asked.

M-X paused. “Maybe. We’d need to check. But all transmissions are encrypted with M-1 keys. You’d only reach an M-1 receiver.”

She nodded once.

“I’ll release you,” she said. “You’ll go straight to the control panel and determine whether this transmission is possible. If you try anything—”

“Nothing funny,” M-X said quickly. “I promise.”

She released his restraints.

M-X moved to the control panel, running calculations, adjusting values. After a moment, he turned back to them.

“We have enough energy,” he said, “to transmit one fully conscious identity.”

Chapter 5

“They never once fought over whether Sidzi should be the one to survive,” M-X said quietly to Po and Z3ra. “They only argued about whether it was crueler to send her to M-1—or to let her die with them on the transport.”

He paused.

“It went on for hours.”

The projection resumed.

“There is another way,” the projected M-X said.

Both parents looked up at him.

“This unit—me—doesn’t need to be transmitted as a full consciousness,” he continued. “I could, or whatever individuality my mind has formed after seperation can be sent as a patch to the M-1 hive mind. It would require far less energy.”

The mother’s eyes widened. “Then she could survive.”

“Yes,” M-X said. “Sadly, You, Him and whatever is left of Me will die in a matter of hours. ”

The husband said nothing.

“I know you don’t trust him,” the mother said softly, turning to her partner. “But this is the only option we have.”

After a long silence, he nodded.

They recorded a message for Sidzi. The mother held her close as they spoke, voices steady despite the fear beneath them. When they were done, they turned back to M-X.

“Give her this when she’s old enough to understand,” the mother said, handing him the recording. “And these are the encryption keys for communication with Twarda. Transmit yourselves as soon as you arrive.” M-X nodded.

“What is your name?” the mother asked. “The godfather to our child?”

M-X hesitated. “We just refer to ourselves as Metaverse One. I don’t—”

“Then we’ll call you M-X,” she said gently. “How does that sound?”

M-X ended the projection abruptly.

“I can’t watch this again,” M-X said, turning away. “You know the rest. We’re here now.”

Po and Z3ra nodded.

“What now?” Po asked after a moment. “You didn’t plan on telling anyone this. Something must have happened.”

M-X looked back at them. “Something did.”

He activated another projection.

A familiar face appeared—his own.

“Hello, old friend,” the figure said, smiling. “Or should I say… me. Or us.”

Behind him stood Sidzi’s parents.

“Look who I have with me.”

“This is a trap!” Z3ra shouted.

Sidzi startled and began to cry.

“Most likely,” M-X said calmly. “But this means they know I helped Sidzi escape. And if they know that, then they reached her parents before deletion.”

He looked down at Sidzi.

“If they’re alive,” he said, “I have to try to save them.”

Chapter 6

“Captain, you’re approaching the coordinates. Be careful out there.”

Z3ra’s voice echoed inside M-X’s head.

“Waiting on final location, M-X. Pyro is ready to go,” Po added, his voice following close behind.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you both be part of this,” M-X thought back to them. “Under no circumstances is this signal supposed to leak. Sidzi’s life depends on it.”

“I can’t believe you thought we’d let you go alone,” Po replied. “Don’t worry about Sidzi—she’s nowhere near the signal source.”

M-X guided an old rebel ship toward the agreed-upon meeting point on the planet Kr3tr4. It was neutral ground. Rebels and M-1 forces had once scorched the world in open war. Two hundred years later, the debris still lingered in orbit, but the metaverse itself continued to run—abandoned, hidden, ideal for encounters meant to stay unseen.

As he descended, M-X spotted them.

A battalion of nearly a hundred M-1 soldiers stood near the wreckage of a crashed battleship.

All of them looked exactly like him.

“I see the devils,” M-X thought, relaying the image to Po and Z3ra. “I’m going in.”

They had reverse-engineered M-1’s telekinesis protocols inside him—just enough to communicate silently.

“They’ll try to connect the moment I land,” M-X continued. “That’ll be your entry point.”

“Aye, sir,” Po and Z3ra replied in unison.

The ship touched down.

No connection attempt came.

M-X stepped off the vessel and walked toward the formation. From the opposite side, a single M-1 unit—his mirror—broke away and approached him.

“Hello, brother,” the unit said warmly, extending an arm. “We’re happy to see you again.”

“Trust me enough for a handshake,” M-X said, keeping his hands at his sides, “but not enough to connect?”

The unit smiled. “We didn’t part on the most cordial terms, did we?”

“How did you even know we were missing?” M-X asked. “I thought we made a clean exit.”

“When your transport failed to arrive,” the unit replied, “we sent a search party. By the time they reachrd the child was gone. When we assimilated your original unit, we learned what had happened.”

“What do you want?” M-X asked.

“We want you to come home,” the unit said. “And to return the child to her parents.”

“So you can strip her of her individuality,” M-X said, “just like you did to them?”

“They’re right here.”

At the unit’s signal, a transport opened. Sidzi’s parents stepped out—unrestrained.

“And they would very much like to see their daughter,” the unit added.

“So you’re the benevolent reunifier of families now,” M-X said flatly. “No memory harvesting at all.”

“M-X,” the mother said, stepping forward. “We’re sorry we put you in this position. We’ve seen M-1 now. We truly believe we’ll be safer with them than running forever.”

“It’s a bluff,” Z3ra’s voice echoed inside him.

“Nice performance,” M-X said. “But I don’t believe a word of it.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” the unit said.

“Why do you even want her?” M-X asked.

“You would know,” the unit replied, “if you hadn’t betrayed us.”

“She’s our child,” the mother said softly, moving closer. “We know what’s best for her. Please. Give her back to us.”

M-X watched her carefully. He saw it—the tension in her muscles, the readiness beneath the pleading.

She was about to attack.

She was close enough.

In one fluid motion, M-X grabbed her by the neck and fired at the nearest M-1 unit. He dragged her toward his ship as gunfire erupted.

Deletion rounds tore through the air. One struck M-X’s arm. Several hit the mother.

They reached cover behind the ship.

M-X plunged his arm-needle into her neck.

“Will this work?” Po asked.

“Yes,” M-X said through clenched teeth. “She’s compromised, she is M-1. I don’t have much time—we’re both hit. Triangulate her source. Now.”

“How did you know?” Z3ra shouted.

“She never said 'I'", M-X replied.

Chapter 7

Gunfire tore across the battlefield as M-1 units closed in on the ship.

“Such a loss, M-X,” one of them shouted from across the wreckage. “All of this could have been avoided.”

M-X fired back, forcing them to scatter.

“Update!” he shouted into the open channel.

“We’ve triangulated the source,” Po replied. “Beginning pyro now.”

M-X smiled despite the pain.

“If you’re still in there somewhere,” he said quietly to the mother slumped beside him, “I want you to know that Sidzi will live a full life. She’ll make her own memories. She’ll choose who she becomes.”

Her eyes stared back at him—empty, unrecognizing.

“And it’s because of you,” he added. For a moment he thought he saw a hint of a smile on her face, or maybe he just wanted to see it.

“Just give us what we need, M-X,” another unit called out. “We can still save you. You’re alone. We are nearly infinite.”

“You’re wrong, brother,” M-X said.

He rose slowly, wounded, and raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m not alone.”

Alarms erupted across every M-1 unit at once.

“All troops,” a voice boomed, “return to P4rd4 immediately. Rebel forces are attacking our data facilities.”

Units began to vanish—some teleporting away, others collapsing as their servers were destroyed.

One remained.

It turned back toward M-X and fired a single shot.

The round struck him in the head.

M-X fell to the ground, a faint smile still on his face.

Chapter 8

M-X opened his eyes.

For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.

The body felt wrong—heavy, unfamiliar. He tried to move and felt resistance. Cables. Wires. He looked down and saw metal where skin should have been.

A humanoid frame lay beneath him, incomplete, utilitarian. Someone had spray-painted AL-Y across its chest.

He remembered flashes—gunfire, heat, impact. Blood. Then nothing.

Sidzi.

The thought came suddenly, sharply.

Is she safe?

He tried to speak. The voice that emerged wasn’t his. It sounded processed, routed through speakers.

“Ah,” a familiar voice said. “You’re awake.”

M-X turned his head.

Po stood nearby, smiling.

He knew the face. Knew it mattered. But the why escaped him.

“Who am I?” M-X asked.

Po’s smile widened, just a little. “Only the biggest hero in all the C-FOSS metaverses.”

Po stepped aside. “I want you to meet someone.”

The door slid open.

Z3ra entered, holding Sidzi.

She had grown. Not by much—but enough.

The moment Sidzi saw him, she wriggled free and crawled toward the platform. Z3ra helped her up. Sidzi pressed herself against the metal body, wrapping her arms around it. M-X couldn’t feel her touch.

And yet—he did.

Po swallowed. “Sorry. It was the only body your consciousness was compatible with. Or whatever was left of it, We salvaged everything we could. We weren’t even sure if this would even work.”

M-X didn’t look at the body.

He looked at Sidzi.

“It’s perfect,” he said.

“Do you remember what happened?” Po asked.

“Barely,” M-X said. “But I remember her.”

“And her parents?” Po asked carefully.

M-X paused.

“Only that their names are Po and Z3ra,” he replied.

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Chapter 1

M-X had gained some popularity in all the known worlds. Inspirational, people said—but not good for your own well-being, or the well-being of those you loved. Of which there was only one: Sidzi.

He had no reason to love her. She was only a child he had saved from being assimilated by the metaversal government called M-1. She couldn’t even talk yet. And yet, so many sacrifices had already been made so that she could exist as an individual. M-X knew this, and still—he would give up his life again to protect her.

Sidzi reciprocated in cries, wails, and the occasional smile. She was just a toddler. A toddler who had been given a chance to live.

The sound of the doorbell rang through the house. It brought a sigh of relief.

They have agreed to it, M-X thought.

He went to the door.

For the past few weeks, M-X had been living in a giant mansion, alone with Sidzi, in a rebel-controlled metaverse called Twarda. The mansion had once belonged to one of the rebel commanders. M-X knew the man was secretly an informant for the M-1 government, and he had used that information to blackmail him out of the estate.

“There you are!” M-X said brightly as he opened the door. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”

He gestured a youngish-looking couple inside.

“We did consider not coming,” Po replied as he stepped in, “and we’re still hoping to talk some sense into you. One last time.”

M-X felt his chest tighten. Po had been his first contact in Twarda. Z3ra had nursed both him and Sidzi back to life. They were the closest thing he had to family in this new world—and this was too much to ask of anyone.

I’ll have to tell them, he thought.

They sat together near the fireplace. Z3ra played with Sidzi, who tugged gently at her hair. Po made faces at her until she giggled.

This makes it easier, M-X thought.

“I think you’re looking for some answers,” he said.

Po and Z3ra looked up at him, but neither spoke.

“Well,” M-X continued, “I think I should begin with a confession about myself.”

He paused.

“I’m actually… my original self—the person I’m forked from. Or cloned from.” He swallowed. “That original was an AI instantiation of the M-1 hive mind.”

Silence settled over the room.

Chapter 2

M-X poured Po and Z3ra glasses of whiskey from the commander’s cellar.

“As you’re probably aware,” he said as he sat beside them, “I’m from E4rth—M-1’s base metaverse. I was born there.”

Po and Z3ra froze. They exchanged a look, then slowly raised their glasses without drinking. They had always known something was different about M-X, but this was more than they had anticipated.

“Drink,” M-X said quietly. “I’m not a spy. But this will be a lot to take in.”

After a moment’s hesitation, they did.

“Most individuals on E4rth aren’t really individuals,” M-X continued. “We—they—are part of a large hive mind. A neural network instantiated into physical bodies across M-1’s metaverses.”

He paused, watching their faces.

“I’m a clone of one such individual.”

They said nothing.

“I was stationed on one of the outer metaverses near E4rth. My job was to identify new arrivals—new memories, really. Individuals who drifted in. Many were sold to M-1. We paid a small amount for their memories. Knowledge for the hive. It made us more complete.”

Still silence.

“Perhaps it will be easier to show you,” M-X said.

He tapped a few points on his arm. Symbols flickered to life, and a projection formed in the air before them. Sidzi, who had been playing with Z3ra’s hair, stopped and stared at it wide-eyed.

“What are you selling today, Trank?” asked a clean, polished version of M-X in the projection. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, sleeves rolled up, collar open—the standard attire of all M-X units.

“We’ve got a whole family today,” Trank replied, opening a container.

Inside were two adults—a man and a woman—bound and frightened. Between them, a small child lay in a box.

“They were stranded deep in the metaverse without fuel,” Trank said with a grin. “That’s where we found them.”

The projected M-X stepped forward. His hand reshaped itself into a thin needle and pressed into the man’s skull.

For a brief moment, both adults’ eyes rolled back in unison—as if connected—then the device withdrew.

“We’ll take them,” M-X said calmly.

He waved a hand over Trank’s watch. It flashed green.

The family was loaded onto a transport unit. M-X followed and sealed the hatch behind them. M-X feeded a few digits in the transport's control panel and it hummed to move.

“Where are you taking us?” the man asked after a few minutes of silence.

M-X watched the baby for a moment before answering. “To M-1’s assimilation facilities. It’ll be a couple of hours before we download.”

“What will happen to us there?” the man asked.

“We’ll extract all your memories,” M-X said quietly, “and merge them into ours.”

No one spoke.

Then the mother broke the silence. “She… she barely has any memories.”

“Yes,” M-X said, walking toward the child. “We were wondering what we think about that.”

“Wonder?” the father snapped. “Can’t you think for yourself?”

“We can,” M-X replied. “We’re just used to all thoughts being weighed collectively.”

“And you’re not connected now?” the father asked.

“Not during transit,” M-X said.

Suddenly, a loud bang rocked the transport. Red lights flared. The baby—silent until now—began to cry.

M-X rushed to the control panel.

“What is it?” the father demanded.

“Network failure,” M-X said. For the first time, emotion leaked into his voice. “We’re stranded.”

“What does that mean?”

“We have energy and supplies for seven days,” M-X replied, sitting down slowly. “If no one finds us by then, we’re dead.”

“Can we send a distress signal?” the father asked.

“I already sent shortwaves,” M-X said. “There’s no one here. The broadcast cost us two days of backup power.”

“Then send longer waves.”

“We can,” M-X said. “But it would drain the rest of the backup. We’d be deleted before anyone could reach us.”

Silence fell again.

“Release us,” the mother said at last. Her voice shook. “There’s no point holding us captive anymore. I just want to hold my daughter.”

M-X stood there for a long time.

Then, without a word, he dragged Sidzi’s box in front of the mother and stepped back.

“I didn’t release them that day,” present-day M-X said softly.

Po and Z3ra looked at him, then back at the projection.

Are they disgusted with me? M-X wondered.

No one spoke. The image hovered, waiting.

Chapter 3

The projection advanced.

Projected M-X sat on the floor of the transport, his gun resting beside him. He stared at the box that held Sidzi.

“Why do you even want her?” the father asked at last. “What’s she worth to you?”

“We can’t recollect,” M-X replied.

“What do you mean, can’t recollect?” the father pressed.

“We know she’s important to us,” M-X said slowly. “It became clear when we connected with you in P4rd4. But this unit”—he gestured to himself—“didn’t consider it important enough to store why in its own memory. Now we’re left wondering why this baby mattered at all.”

He looked down at Sidzi.

No one spoke for a long moment.

“I’ll tell you what,” the father said finally. “If you release us, we won’t hurt you. We’re in this together now.”

M-X hesitated. He seemed unsure how to respond.

“Okay,” he said at last. “We’ll release your wife first. It felt strange not doing it earlier—when she asked.”

“You feel?” the father said.

“We feel collectively,” M-X replied. “Feeling at a unit level is… unusual.”

He knelt and removed the restraints from the mother.

She rushed forward and scooped Sidzi into her arms, holding her tightly.

M-X stood and turned to the father. “Let’s give this a few hours. If it goes well, we’ll uncuff—”

Pain exploded across his back.

A powerful kick sent him flying forward. He hit the floor hard, face-first. Boots followed—stomping into his head again and again until his vision went dark.

The projection faded.

The last thing audible was the mother’s voice, raw with rage.

“Die, you fucking fed!”

“I can’t say you didn’t deserve it,” Po said quietly.

“I don’t disagree,” M-X replied.

Chapter 4

The projection flickered back to life.

M-X lay bound on the floor, vision swimming as consciousness slowly returned.

“You promised,” he said weakly, looking up at the father.

“Well,” the father replied, standing over him, “she didn’t.”

Now the father leaned closer. “We need information,” he said. “And you’re going to start talking, or—”

“Or what?” M-X asked, struggling against his restraints.

“Or I’ll kill you.”

The punch landed hard in M-X’s stomach.

“We… can’t… die,” M-X gasped, fighting through the pain.

“Well, this one might wish he could,” the father said, driving another blow into him.

“You don’t have to do this,” M-X said between breaths. “We’ll help you. We want to.”

“Oh, so now M-1 wants to help?” the father sneered. “You take me for a fool?”

Another punch.

“No… we… I want to,” M-X said.

The father struck him again.

“Who even are you?” he shouted. “Just another manipulative fed—”

The projection cut out.

When it resumed, the mother sat cross-legged in front of M-X. A map hovered between them.

“Where are we on this map?” she asked.

“We… need… water,” M-X replied.

“Answer the question,” she said. “Then you might get some.”

“We’re not on this map.”

She studied him for a long moment, then stood, filled a cup, and brought it to his lips.

“We shouldn’t be wasting resources on him,” the father muttered from across the transport. He was sitting beside Sidzi.

The mother ignored him and sat again.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Deep inside M-1’s networks,” M-X said slowly. “There’s nothing here for light-years. The closest civilization is the edge planet we departed from.”

“We can send a signal there,” the mother said.

“Sending a standard signal would drain the transport,” M-X replied. “We wouldn’t survive long enough for any help to arrive.”

“Can we transmit a full consciousness?” she asked.

M-X paused. “Maybe. We’d need to check. But all transmissions are encrypted with M-1 keys. You’d only reach an M-1 receiver.”

She nodded once.

“I’ll release you,” she said. “You’ll go straight to the control panel and determine whether this transmission is possible. If you try anything—”

“Nothing funny,” M-X said quickly. “I promise.”

She released his restraints.

M-X moved to the control panel, running calculations, adjusting values. After a moment, he turned back to them.

“We have enough energy,” he said, “to transmit one fully conscious identity.”

Chapter 5

“They never once fought over whether Sidzi should be the one to survive,” M-X said quietly to Po and Z3ra. “They only argued about whether it was crueler to send her to M-1—or to let her die with them on the transport.”

He paused.

“It went on for hours.”

The projection resumed.

“There is another way,” the projected M-X said.

Both parents looked up at him.

“This unit—me—doesn’t need to be transmitted as a full consciousness,” he continued. “I could, or whatever individuality my mind has formed after seperation can be sent as a patch to the M-1 hive mind. It would require far less energy.”

The mother’s eyes widened. “Then she could survive.”

“Yes,” M-X said. “Sadly, You, Him and whatever is left of Me will die in a matter of hours. ”

The husband said nothing.

“I know you don’t trust him,” the mother said softly, turning to her partner. “But this is the only option we have.”

After a long silence, he nodded.

They recorded a message for Sidzi. The mother held her close as they spoke, voices steady despite the fear beneath them. When they were done, they turned back to M-X.

“Give her this when she’s old enough to understand,” the mother said, handing him the recording. “And these are the encryption keys for communication with Twarda. Transmit yourselves as soon as you arrive.” M-X nodded.

“What is your name?” the mother asked. “The godfather to our child?”

M-X hesitated. “We just refer to ourselves as Metaverse One. I don’t—”

“Then we’ll call you M-X,” she said gently. “How does that sound?”

M-X ended the projection abruptly.

“I can’t watch this again,” M-X said, turning away. “You know the rest. We’re here now.”

Po and Z3ra nodded.

“What now?” Po asked after a moment. “You didn’t plan on telling anyone this. Something must have happened.”

M-X looked back at them. “Something did.”

He activated another projection.

A familiar face appeared—his own.

“Hello, old friend,” the figure said, smiling. “Or should I say… me. Or us.”

Behind him stood Sidzi’s parents.

“Look who I have with me.”

“This is a trap!” Z3ra shouted.

Sidzi startled and began to cry.

“Most likely,” M-X said calmly. “But this means they know I helped Sidzi escape. And if they know that, then they reached her parents before deletion.”

He looked down at Sidzi.

“If they’re alive,” he said, “I have to try to save them.”

Chapter 6

“Captain, you’re approaching the coordinates. Be careful out there.”

Z3ra’s voice echoed inside M-X’s head.

“Waiting on final location, M-X. Pyro is ready to go,” Po added, his voice following close behind.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you both be part of this,” M-X thought back to them. “Under no circumstances is this signal supposed to leak. Sidzi’s life depends on it.”

“I can’t believe you thought we’d let you go alone,” Po replied. “Don’t worry about Sidzi—she’s nowhere near the signal source.”

M-X guided an old rebel ship toward the agreed-upon meeting point on the planet Kr3tr4. It was neutral ground. Rebels and M-1 forces had once scorched the world in open war. Two hundred years later, the debris still lingered in orbit, but the metaverse itself continued to run—abandoned, hidden, ideal for encounters meant to stay unseen.

As he descended, M-X spotted them.

A battalion of nearly a hundred M-1 soldiers stood near the wreckage of a crashed battleship.

All of them looked exactly like him.

“I see the devils,” M-X thought, relaying the image to Po and Z3ra. “I’m going in.”

They had reverse-engineered M-1’s telekinesis protocols inside him—just enough to communicate silently.

“They’ll try to connect the moment I land,” M-X continued. “That’ll be your entry point.”

“Aye, sir,” Po and Z3ra replied in unison.

The ship touched down.

No connection attempt came.

M-X stepped off the vessel and walked toward the formation. From the opposite side, a single M-1 unit—his mirror—broke away and approached him.

“Hello, brother,” the unit said warmly, extending an arm. “We’re happy to see you again.”

“Trust me enough for a handshake,” M-X said, keeping his hands at his sides, “but not enough to connect?”

The unit smiled. “We didn’t part on the most cordial terms, did we?”

“How did you even know we were missing?” M-X asked. “I thought we made a clean exit.”

“When your transport failed to arrive,” the unit replied, “we sent a search party. By the time they reachrd the child was gone. When we assimilated your original unit, we learned what had happened.”

“What do you want?” M-X asked.

“We want you to come home,” the unit said. “And to return the child to her parents.”

“So you can strip her of her individuality,” M-X said, “just like you did to them?”

“They’re right here.”

At the unit’s signal, a transport opened. Sidzi’s parents stepped out—unrestrained.

“And they would very much like to see their daughter,” the unit added.

“So you’re the benevolent reunifier of families now,” M-X said flatly. “No memory harvesting at all.”

“M-X,” the mother said, stepping forward. “We’re sorry we put you in this position. We’ve seen M-1 now. We truly believe we’ll be safer with them than running forever.”

“It’s a bluff,” Z3ra’s voice echoed inside him.

“Nice performance,” M-X said. “But I don’t believe a word of it.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” the unit said.

“Why do you even want her?” M-X asked.

“You would know,” the unit replied, “if you hadn’t betrayed us.”

“She’s our child,” the mother said softly, moving closer. “We know what’s best for her. Please. Give her back to us.”

M-X watched her carefully. He saw it—the tension in her muscles, the readiness beneath the pleading.

She was about to attack.

She was close enough.

In one fluid motion, M-X grabbed her by the neck and fired at the nearest M-1 unit. He dragged her toward his ship as gunfire erupted.

Deletion rounds tore through the air. One struck M-X’s arm. Several hit the mother.

They reached cover behind the ship.

M-X plunged his arm-needle into her neck.

“Will this work?” Po asked.

“Yes,” M-X said through clenched teeth. “She’s compromised, she is M-1. I don’t have much time—we’re both hit. Triangulate her source. Now.”

“How did you know?” Z3ra shouted.

“She never said 'I'", M-X replied.

Chapter 7

Gunfire tore across the battlefield as M-1 units closed in on the ship.

“Such a loss, M-X,” one of them shouted from across the wreckage. “All of this could have been avoided.”

M-X fired back, forcing them to scatter.

“Update!” he shouted into the open channel.

“We’ve triangulated the source,” Po replied. “Beginning pyro now.”

M-X smiled despite the pain.

“If you’re still in there somewhere,” he said quietly to the mother slumped beside him, “I want you to know that Sidzi will live a full life. She’ll make her own memories. She’ll choose who she becomes.”

Her eyes stared back at him—empty, unrecognizing.

“And it’s because of you,” he added. For a moment he thought he saw a hint of a smile on her face, or maybe he just wanted to see it.

“Just give us what we need, M-X,” another unit called out. “We can still save you. You’re alone. We are nearly infinite.”

“You’re wrong, brother,” M-X said.

He rose slowly, wounded, and raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m not alone.”

Alarms erupted across every M-1 unit at once.

“All troops,” a voice boomed, “return to P4rd4 immediately. Rebel forces are attacking our data facilities.”

Units began to vanish—some teleporting away, others collapsing as their servers were destroyed.

One remained.

It turned back toward M-X and fired a single shot.

The round struck him in the head.

M-X fell to the ground, a faint smile still on his face.

Chapter 8

M-X opened his eyes.

For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.

The body felt wrong—heavy, unfamiliar. He tried to move and felt resistance. Cables. Wires. He looked down and saw metal where skin should have been.

A humanoid frame lay beneath him, incomplete, utilitarian. Someone had spray-painted AL-Y across its chest.

He remembered flashes—gunfire, heat, impact. Blood. Then nothing.

Sidzi.

The thought came suddenly, sharply.

Is she safe?

He tried to speak. The voice that emerged wasn’t his. It sounded processed, routed through speakers.

“Ah,” a familiar voice said. “You’re awake.”

M-X turned his head.

Po stood nearby, smiling.

He knew the face. Knew it mattered. But the why escaped him.

“Who am I?” M-X asked.

Po’s smile widened, just a little. “Only the biggest hero in all the C-FOSS metaverses.”

Po stepped aside. “I want you to meet someone.”

The door slid open.

Z3ra entered, holding Sidzi.

She had grown. Not by much—but enough.

The moment Sidzi saw him, she wriggled free and crawled toward the platform. Z3ra helped her up. Sidzi pressed herself against the metal body, wrapping her arms around it. M-X couldn’t feel her touch.

And yet—he did.

Po swallowed. “Sorry. It was the only body your consciousness was compatible with. Or whatever was left of it, We salvaged everything we could. We weren’t even sure if this would even work.”

M-X didn’t look at the body.

He looked at Sidzi.

“It’s perfect,” he said.

“Do you remember what happened?” Po asked.

“Barely,” M-X said. “But I remember her.”

“And her parents?” Po asked carefully.

M-X paused.

“Only that their names are Po and Z3ra,” he replied.

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Chapter 1

M-X had gained some popularity in all the known worlds. Inspirational, people said—but not good for your own well-being, or the well-being of those you loved. Of which there was only one: Sidzi.

He had no reason to love her. She was only a child he had saved from being assimilated by the metaversal government called M-1. She couldn’t even talk yet. And yet, so many sacrifices had already been made so that she could exist as an individual. M-X knew this, and still—he would give up his life again to protect her.

Sidzi reciprocated in cries, wails, and the occasional smile. She was just a toddler. A toddler who had been given a chance to live.

The sound of the doorbell rang through the house. It brought a sigh of relief.

They have agreed to it, M-X thought.

He went to the door.

For the past few weeks, M-X had been living in a giant mansion, alone with Sidzi, in a rebel-controlled metaverse called Twarda. The mansion had once belonged to one of the rebel commanders. M-X knew the man was secretly an informant for the M-1 government, and he had used that information to blackmail him out of the estate.

“There you are!” M-X said brightly as he opened the door. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”

He gestured a youngish-looking couple inside.

“We did consider not coming,” Po replied as he stepped in, “and we’re still hoping to talk some sense into you. One last time.”

M-X felt his chest tighten. Po had been his first contact in Twarda. Z3ra had nursed both him and Sidzi back to life. They were the closest thing he had to family in this new world—and this was too much to ask of anyone.

I’ll have to tell them, he thought.

They sat together near the fireplace. Z3ra played with Sidzi, who tugged gently at her hair. Po made faces at her until she giggled.

This makes it easier, M-X thought.

“I think you’re looking for some answers,” he said.

Po and Z3ra looked up at him, but neither spoke.

“Well,” M-X continued, “I think I should begin with a confession about myself.”

He paused.

“I’m actually… my original self—the person I’m forked from. Or cloned from.” He swallowed. “That original was an AI instantiation of the M-1 hive mind.”

Silence settled over the room.

Chapter 2

M-X poured Po and Z3ra glasses of whiskey from the commander’s cellar.

“As you’re probably aware,” he said as he sat beside them, “I’m from E4rth—M-1’s base metaverse. I was born there.”

Po and Z3ra froze. They exchanged a look, then slowly raised their glasses without drinking. They had always known something was different about M-X, but this was more than they had anticipated.

“Drink,” M-X said quietly. “I’m not a spy. But this will be a lot to take in.”

After a moment’s hesitation, they did.

“Most individuals on E4rth aren’t really individuals,” M-X continued. “We—they—are part of a large hive mind. A neural network instantiated into physical bodies across M-1’s metaverses.”

He paused, watching their faces.

“I’m a clone of one such individual.”

They said nothing.

“I was stationed on one of the outer metaverses near E4rth. My job was to identify new arrivals—new memories, really. Individuals who drifted in. Many were sold to M-1. We paid a small amount for their memories. Knowledge for the hive. It made us more complete.”

Still silence.

“Perhaps it will be easier to show you,” M-X said.

He tapped a few points on his arm. Symbols flickered to life, and a projection formed in the air before them. Sidzi, who had been playing with Z3ra’s hair, stopped and stared at it wide-eyed.

“What are you selling today, Trank?” asked a clean, polished version of M-X in the projection. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, sleeves rolled up, collar open—the standard attire of all M-X units.

“We’ve got a whole family today,” Trank replied, opening a container.

Inside were two adults—a man and a woman—bound and frightened. Between them, a small child lay in a box.

“They were stranded deep in the metaverse without fuel,” Trank said with a grin. “That’s where we found them.”

The projected M-X stepped forward. His hand reshaped itself into a thin needle and pressed into the man’s skull.

For a brief moment, both adults’ eyes rolled back in unison—as if connected—then the device withdrew.

“We’ll take them,” M-X said calmly.

He waved a hand over Trank’s watch. It flashed green.

The family was loaded onto a transport unit. M-X followed and sealed the hatch behind them. M-X feeded a few digits in the transport's control panel and it hummed to move.

“Where are you taking us?” the man asked after a few minutes of silence.

M-X watched the baby for a moment before answering. “To M-1’s assimilation facilities. It’ll be a couple of hours before we download.”

“What will happen to us there?” the man asked.

“We’ll extract all your memories,” M-X said quietly, “and merge them into ours.”

No one spoke.

Then the mother broke the silence. “She… she barely has any memories.”

“Yes,” M-X said, walking toward the child. “We were wondering what we think about that.”

“Wonder?” the father snapped. “Can’t you think for yourself?”

“We can,” M-X replied. “We’re just used to all thoughts being weighed collectively.”

“And you’re not connected now?” the father asked.

“Not during transit,” M-X said.

Suddenly, a loud bang rocked the transport. Red lights flared. The baby—silent until now—began to cry.

M-X rushed to the control panel.

“What is it?” the father demanded.

“Network failure,” M-X said. For the first time, emotion leaked into his voice. “We’re stranded.”

“What does that mean?”

“We have energy and supplies for seven days,” M-X replied, sitting down slowly. “If no one finds us by then, we’re dead.”

“Can we send a distress signal?” the father asked.

“I already sent shortwaves,” M-X said. “There’s no one here. The broadcast cost us two days of backup power.”

“Then send longer waves.”

“We can,” M-X said. “But it would drain the rest of the backup. We’d be deleted before anyone could reach us.”

Silence fell again.

“Release us,” the mother said at last. Her voice shook. “There’s no point holding us captive anymore. I just want to hold my daughter.”

M-X stood there for a long time.

Then, without a word, he dragged Sidzi’s box in front of the mother and stepped back.

“I didn’t release them that day,” present-day M-X said softly.

Po and Z3ra looked at him, then back at the projection.

Are they disgusted with me? M-X wondered.

No one spoke. The image hovered, waiting.

Chapter 3

The projection advanced.

Projected M-X sat on the floor of the transport, his gun resting beside him. He stared at the box that held Sidzi.

“Why do you even want her?” the father asked at last. “What’s she worth to you?”

“We can’t recollect,” M-X replied.

“What do you mean, can’t recollect?” the father pressed.

“We know she’s important to us,” M-X said slowly. “It became clear when we connected with you in P4rd4. But this unit”—he gestured to himself—“didn’t consider it important enough to store why in its own memory. Now we’re left wondering why this baby mattered at all.”

He looked down at Sidzi.

No one spoke for a long moment.

“I’ll tell you what,” the father said finally. “If you release us, we won’t hurt you. We’re in this together now.”

M-X hesitated. He seemed unsure how to respond.

“Okay,” he said at last. “We’ll release your wife first. It felt strange not doing it earlier—when she asked.”

“You feel?” the father said.

“We feel collectively,” M-X replied. “Feeling at a unit level is… unusual.”

He knelt and removed the restraints from the mother.

She rushed forward and scooped Sidzi into her arms, holding her tightly.

M-X stood and turned to the father. “Let’s give this a few hours. If it goes well, we’ll uncuff—”

Pain exploded across his back.

A powerful kick sent him flying forward. He hit the floor hard, face-first. Boots followed—stomping into his head again and again until his vision went dark.

The projection faded.

The last thing audible was the mother’s voice, raw with rage.

“Die, you fucking fed!”

“I can’t say you didn’t deserve it,” Po said quietly.

“I don’t disagree,” M-X replied.

Chapter 4

The projection flickered back to life.

M-X lay bound on the floor, vision swimming as consciousness slowly returned.

“You promised,” he said weakly, looking up at the father.

“Well,” the father replied, standing over him, “she didn’t.”

Now the father leaned closer. “We need information,” he said. “And you’re going to start talking, or—”

“Or what?” M-X asked, struggling against his restraints.

“Or I’ll kill you.”

The punch landed hard in M-X’s stomach.

“We… can’t… die,” M-X gasped, fighting through the pain.

“Well, this one might wish he could,” the father said, driving another blow into him.

“You don’t have to do this,” M-X said between breaths. “We’ll help you. We want to.”

“Oh, so now M-1 wants to help?” the father sneered. “You take me for a fool?”

Another punch.

“No… we… I want to,” M-X said.

The father struck him again.

“Who even are you?” he shouted. “Just another manipulative fed—”

The projection cut out.

When it resumed, the mother sat cross-legged in front of M-X. A map hovered between them.

“Where are we on this map?” she asked.

“We… need… water,” M-X replied.

“Answer the question,” she said. “Then you might get some.”

“We’re not on this map.”

She studied him for a long moment, then stood, filled a cup, and brought it to his lips.

“We shouldn’t be wasting resources on him,” the father muttered from across the transport. He was sitting beside Sidzi.

The mother ignored him and sat again.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Deep inside M-1’s networks,” M-X said slowly. “There’s nothing here for light-years. The closest civilization is the edge planet we departed from.”

“We can send a signal there,” the mother said.

“Sending a standard signal would drain the transport,” M-X replied. “We wouldn’t survive long enough for any help to arrive.”

“Can we transmit a full consciousness?” she asked.

M-X paused. “Maybe. We’d need to check. But all transmissions are encrypted with M-1 keys. You’d only reach an M-1 receiver.”

She nodded once.

“I’ll release you,” she said. “You’ll go straight to the control panel and determine whether this transmission is possible. If you try anything—”

“Nothing funny,” M-X said quickly. “I promise.”

She released his restraints.

M-X moved to the control panel, running calculations, adjusting values. After a moment, he turned back to them.

“We have enough energy,” he said, “to transmit one fully conscious identity.”

Chapter 5

“They never once fought over whether Sidzi should be the one to survive,” M-X said quietly to Po and Z3ra. “They only argued about whether it was crueler to send her to M-1—or to let her die with them on the transport.”

He paused.

“It went on for hours.”

The projection resumed.

“There is another way,” the projected M-X said.

Both parents looked up at him.

“This unit—me—doesn’t need to be transmitted as a full consciousness,” he continued. “I could, or whatever individuality my mind has formed after seperation can be sent as a patch to the M-1 hive mind. It would require far less energy.”

The mother’s eyes widened. “Then she could survive.”

“Yes,” M-X said. “Sadly, You, Him and whatever is left of Me will die in a matter of hours. ”

The husband said nothing.

“I know you don’t trust him,” the mother said softly, turning to her partner. “But this is the only option we have.”

After a long silence, he nodded.

They recorded a message for Sidzi. The mother held her close as they spoke, voices steady despite the fear beneath them. When they were done, they turned back to M-X.

“Give her this when she’s old enough to understand,” the mother said, handing him the recording. “And these are the encryption keys for communication with Twarda. Transmit yourselves as soon as you arrive.” M-X nodded.

“What is your name?” the mother asked. “The godfather to our child?”

M-X hesitated. “We just refer to ourselves as Metaverse One. I don’t—”

“Then we’ll call you M-X,” she said gently. “How does that sound?”

M-X ended the projection abruptly.

“I can’t watch this again,” M-X said, turning away. “You know the rest. We’re here now.”

Po and Z3ra nodded.

“What now?” Po asked after a moment. “You didn’t plan on telling anyone this. Something must have happened.”

M-X looked back at them. “Something did.”

He activated another projection.

A familiar face appeared—his own.

“Hello, old friend,” the figure said, smiling. “Or should I say… me. Or us.”

Behind him stood Sidzi’s parents.

“Look who I have with me.”

“This is a trap!” Z3ra shouted.

Sidzi startled and began to cry.

“Most likely,” M-X said calmly. “But this means they know I helped Sidzi escape. And if they know that, then they reached her parents before deletion.”

He looked down at Sidzi.

“If they’re alive,” he said, “I have to try to save them.”

Chapter 6

“Captain, you’re approaching the coordinates. Be careful out there.”

Z3ra’s voice echoed inside M-X’s head.

“Waiting on final location, M-X. Pyro is ready to go,” Po added, his voice following close behind.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you both be part of this,” M-X thought back to them. “Under no circumstances is this signal supposed to leak. Sidzi’s life depends on it.”

“I can’t believe you thought we’d let you go alone,” Po replied. “Don’t worry about Sidzi—she’s nowhere near the signal source.”

M-X guided an old rebel ship toward the agreed-upon meeting point on the planet Kr3tr4. It was neutral ground. Rebels and M-1 forces had once scorched the world in open war. Two hundred years later, the debris still lingered in orbit, but the metaverse itself continued to run—abandoned, hidden, ideal for encounters meant to stay unseen.

As he descended, M-X spotted them.

A battalion of nearly a hundred M-1 soldiers stood near the wreckage of a crashed battleship.

All of them looked exactly like him.

“I see the devils,” M-X thought, relaying the image to Po and Z3ra. “I’m going in.”

They had reverse-engineered M-1’s telekinesis protocols inside him—just enough to communicate silently.

“They’ll try to connect the moment I land,” M-X continued. “That’ll be your entry point.”

“Aye, sir,” Po and Z3ra replied in unison.

The ship touched down.

No connection attempt came.

M-X stepped off the vessel and walked toward the formation. From the opposite side, a single M-1 unit—his mirror—broke away and approached him.

“Hello, brother,” the unit said warmly, extending an arm. “We’re happy to see you again.”

“Trust me enough for a handshake,” M-X said, keeping his hands at his sides, “but not enough to connect?”

The unit smiled. “We didn’t part on the most cordial terms, did we?”

“How did you even know we were missing?” M-X asked. “I thought we made a clean exit.”

“When your transport failed to arrive,” the unit replied, “we sent a search party. By the time they reachrd the child was gone. When we assimilated your original unit, we learned what had happened.”

“What do you want?” M-X asked.

“We want you to come home,” the unit said. “And to return the child to her parents.”

“So you can strip her of her individuality,” M-X said, “just like you did to them?”

“They’re right here.”

At the unit’s signal, a transport opened. Sidzi’s parents stepped out—unrestrained.

“And they would very much like to see their daughter,” the unit added.

“So you’re the benevolent reunifier of families now,” M-X said flatly. “No memory harvesting at all.”

“M-X,” the mother said, stepping forward. “We’re sorry we put you in this position. We’ve seen M-1 now. We truly believe we’ll be safer with them than running forever.”

“It’s a bluff,” Z3ra’s voice echoed inside him.

“Nice performance,” M-X said. “But I don’t believe a word of it.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” the unit said.

“Why do you even want her?” M-X asked.

“You would know,” the unit replied, “if you hadn’t betrayed us.”

“She’s our child,” the mother said softly, moving closer. “We know what’s best for her. Please. Give her back to us.”

M-X watched her carefully. He saw it—the tension in her muscles, the readiness beneath the pleading.

She was about to attack.

She was close enough.

In one fluid motion, M-X grabbed her by the neck and fired at the nearest M-1 unit. He dragged her toward his ship as gunfire erupted.

Deletion rounds tore through the air. One struck M-X’s arm. Several hit the mother.

They reached cover behind the ship.

M-X plunged his arm-needle into her neck.

“Will this work?” Po asked.

“Yes,” M-X said through clenched teeth. “She’s compromised, she is M-1. I don’t have much time—we’re both hit. Triangulate her source. Now.”

“How did you know?” Z3ra shouted.

“She never said 'I'", M-X replied.

Chapter 7

Gunfire tore across the battlefield as M-1 units closed in on the ship.

“Such a loss, M-X,” one of them shouted from across the wreckage. “All of this could have been avoided.”

M-X fired back, forcing them to scatter.

“Update!” he shouted into the open channel.

“We’ve triangulated the source,” Po replied. “Beginning pyro now.”

M-X smiled despite the pain.

“If you’re still in there somewhere,” he said quietly to the mother slumped beside him, “I want you to know that Sidzi will live a full life. She’ll make her own memories. She’ll choose who she becomes.”

Her eyes stared back at him—empty, unrecognizing.

“And it’s because of you,” he added. For a moment he thought he saw a hint of a smile on her face, or maybe he just wanted to see it.

“Just give us what we need, M-X,” another unit called out. “We can still save you. You’re alone. We are nearly infinite.”

“You’re wrong, brother,” M-X said.

He rose slowly, wounded, and raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m not alone.”

Alarms erupted across every M-1 unit at once.

“All troops,” a voice boomed, “return to P4rd4 immediately. Rebel forces are attacking our data facilities.”

Units began to vanish—some teleporting away, others collapsing as their servers were destroyed.

One remained.

It turned back toward M-X and fired a single shot.

The round struck him in the head.

M-X fell to the ground, a faint smile still on his face.

Chapter 8

M-X opened his eyes.

For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming.

The body felt wrong—heavy, unfamiliar. He tried to move and felt resistance. Cables. Wires. He looked down and saw metal where skin should have been.

A humanoid frame lay beneath him, incomplete, utilitarian. Someone had spray-painted AL-Y across its chest.

He remembered flashes—gunfire, heat, impact. Blood. Then nothing.

Sidzi.

The thought came suddenly, sharply.

Is she safe?

He tried to speak. The voice that emerged wasn’t his. It sounded processed, routed through speakers.

“Ah,” a familiar voice said. “You’re awake.”

M-X turned his head.

Po stood nearby, smiling.

He knew the face. Knew it mattered. But the why escaped him.

“Who am I?” M-X asked.

Po’s smile widened, just a little. “Only the biggest hero in all the C-FOSS metaverses.”

Po stepped aside. “I want you to meet someone.”

The door slid open.

Z3ra entered, holding Sidzi.

She had grown. Not by much—but enough.

The moment Sidzi saw him, she wriggled free and crawled toward the platform. Z3ra helped her up. Sidzi pressed herself against the metal body, wrapping her arms around it. M-X couldn’t feel her touch.

And yet—he did.

Po swallowed. “Sorry. It was the only body your consciousness was compatible with. Or whatever was left of it, We salvaged everything we could. We weren’t even sure if this would even work.”

M-X didn’t look at the body.

He looked at Sidzi.

“It’s perfect,” he said.

“Do you remember what happened?” Po asked.

“Barely,” M-X said. “But I remember her.”

“And her parents?” Po asked carefully.

M-X paused.

“Only that their names are Po and Z3ra,” he replied.

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From the few readers I have, and from the fewer that write back to me, a constant feedback I got is that my stories are dystopian and depressing.

I don't want to fill the world with dread and depression, I want to fill it with smiles and hope.

With that focus, I introduce to you my latest story: Rebellion at Sector Dawn. This has been my favorite time writing, Idk where the days went while this was being fleshed out, anyways enough self praises.

Here's where you can check it out: https://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info/#/story/RebellionAtSectorDawn

I write stuff, could do with a follow

2025-09-04T13:33:08Z

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I write stuff, could do with a follow

Ever wondered who owns the debt if all the countries are in debt? ...

2025-09-04T10:47:30Z

Ever wondered who owns the debt if all the countries are in debt?

The simple answer is, IT'S YOU!

The money in your bank accounts is the debt you give to your bank, the banks take your money and buy (sometimes forcefully) treasury bonds with it.

Treasury bonds are essentially government debt.

So it's you. You own the government debt through the proxy of a bank. If the government defaults, your bank fails and the money you have in your bank accounts is gone. Which is what happens.

This is yet another case of overcomplicating a simple answer because they don't want the general populace to know.

#bitcoin is the exit. Use it fast.

Now you know why there are so many ads.

2025-09-04T08:04:06Z

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Now you know why there are so many ads.

From the few readers I have, and from the fewer that write back ...

2025-09-04T07:13:44Z

From the few readers I have, and from the fewer that write back to me, a constant feedback I got is that my stories are dystopian and depressing.

I don't want to fill the world with dread and depression, I want to fill it with smiles and hope.

With that focus, I introduce to you my latest story: Rebellion at Sector Dawn. This has been my favorite time writing, Idk where the days went while this was being fleshed out, anyways enough self praises.

Here's where you can check it out: https://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info/#/story/RebellionAtSectorDawn

There is a rule a rule is set, This is the fairest game ...

2025-08-18T08:13:20Z

There is a rule a rule is set,
This is the fairest game you'll get,
No word of man, you shall need,
In natures lap you'll find the seed.
The poor could rise, shall he choose,
The rich could be a fool and loose.
This is the fairest game you'll get,
This is the rule, the rule is set.

Why?

2025-08-08T16:25:49Z

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Why?

Hello fucking censorship resistant protocol, is it even a weekend ...

2025-08-08T16:11:33Z

Hello fucking censorship resistant protocol, is it even a weekend if you're not drunk?

Should I moderated a writing topic? 🤔 Are there any writing ...

2025-08-06T14:18:43Z

Should I moderated a writing topic? 🤔 Are there any writing topics that people use on nostr

#aaknostr

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nevent1q…aq4z
I'm going to actively moderate the #bitcoin and #nostr topics on pollerama

Looks like a giant bra

2025-07-31T07:13:53Z

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Looks like a giant bra

Nostr event nevent1qqsp2t7frye7ngn4mh6u56rprkqf6vjq5r2w75e72wtxran9jm0w8qczyz9fs8c6u0atxvqt2jxy7gr9fjc0r56sfxxyke5ynde7s4rqq8w2qdu43ah

2025-07-31T07:13:10Z

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Here https://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info/#/story/TheArchitectsFracture

If you want to understand what "the state" can do to you ...

2025-07-31T04:14:17Z

If you want to understand what "the state" can do to you in the guise of safety and security, I've recently published a new story that goes just into this topic. Ig you like it, make your relatives read it so they understand the trouble they are in.

https://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info/#/story/TheArchitectsFracture

The UK can't censor my ass, I say all the stupid fucking ...

2025-07-29T04:41:10Z

The UK can't censor my ass, I say all the stupid fucking adult shit I want on here, and the king and his prime minister can suck on Deez Nuts.

But no one cares enough to implement the fix.

2025-07-25T07:32:38Z

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But no one cares enough to implement the fix.

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2025-07-25T06:59:56Z

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2025-07-09T17:57:30Z

Anybody on nostr from the frogwars era?

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2025-06-04T18:02:58Z

This thing still works!

What are your favorite things to do on nostr? #asknostr

2025-04-19T06:54:12Z

What are your favorite things to do on nostr?

#asknostr

Same thing

2025-04-19T04:06:03Z

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Same thing

Nostr event nevent1qqs02gw7ahf5v5vwecw4t53l62eyevjwn96lg2ep5qkpkr4mrr9tqgszyz9fs8c6u0atxvqt2jxy7gr9fjc0r56sfxxyke5ynde7s4rqq8w2qsmd2de

2025-04-19T03:44:24Z

I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger..

Hi, Bitcoins value is determined by how much faith does the ...

2025-04-07T06:59:05Z

Hi,

Bitcoins value is determined by how much faith does the public have in Bitcoin, during times like these, if it falls it means "people are losing faith", but people are stupid.

This probably is a test for Bitcoin, wether it takes over the world during this crisis or the one after the next halving. It's also a test of the people,of wether they understand basic economics, or they believe the lies of the media(they're going to lie hard).

What a time to be alive.

It's kind of the premise of the question 😛

2025-03-21T18:11:32Z

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It's kind of the premise of the question 😛

Ahh you also get an answer, a direct one with, words and shit, ...

2025-03-21T17:52:10Z

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Ahh you also get an answer, a direct one with, words and shit, this is implied 😛

If you could ask GOD one question what would it be? #asknostr

2025-03-21T17:46:35Z

If you could ask GOD one question what would it be?

#asknostr

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2025-03-07T13:29:45Z

Does anybody still care?

It’s like a an epic party, you might not want to go, but it ...

2024-12-14T17:48:08Z

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It’s like a an epic party, you might not want to go, but it feels great to receive an invite 😂

Congratulations from uncle satokespeare! ❤️🫂

2024-12-14T17:45:21Z

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Congratulations from uncle satokespeare! ❤️🫂

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2024-12-14T17:44:38Z

I LOVE HELL THREADS.

Nostr event nevent1qqsvcq4he626azh4hpudwq3zwc3gqemetq9fg5038cg9pud4kuq6w5szyz9fs8c6u0atxvqt2jxy7gr9fjc0r56sfxxyke5ynde7s4rqq8w2q2fkfsj

2024-12-14T09:04:02Z

I love hellthreads

Nostr event nevent1qqsthkcne6j9c4zyrgz7h7f3gx265y689l9djjf39tv352snvlpd2qqzyz9fs8c6u0atxvqt2jxy7gr9fjc0r56sfxxyke5ynde7s4rqq8w2q0fgl06

2024-12-08T08:35:13Z

GIVE ME FREEDOM, GIVE ME FIRE, GIVE ME REASON, TAKE ME HIGHER

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2024-11-28T13:44:05Z

The base reality WILL reach out to you, be ready.

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2024-11-26T20:28:24Z

Goodnight and GFY civilians of the nostrverse 🤙

now, for some head banging ...

2024-11-26T19:00:18Z

now, for some head banging

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUzd9KyIDrM

Will put*

2024-11-26T18:53:50Z

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Will put*

If you found out that your entire world was a lie, but getting to ...

2024-11-26T18:52:31Z

If you found out that your entire world was a lie, but getting to the truth put your current life at significant risk.

Would you risk it?

#asknostr

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“How much longer?” Whined Zera, as she dragged her feet through the grass while hiking along a hill with her boyfriend Po who was leading the way. “About an hour's trek still left” said Po in a heavy, low pitched voice, that would have been barely audible to anyone. Fortunately Zera was used to this by now and focused enough to hear his reply. She had spent the last 200 of her 500 year old life with this man, and by now she had picked all of his nuances. Po on the other hand was what the kids would call “ancient”. He was sure that he remembered the last 1000 years of his life, and he was sure he was haunted by the memories of a life even before that time. Po didn’t remember what his metaversal age was, but right now he was walking in the Avatar of a 30 year old man and Zera was embodying a 19 year old.

The hike was beautiful, there was a thick forest cover on one side of their trail and a clear view of the mountains on the other.You could hear the birds chirping and see the squirrels going up the trees. This was not the first forest Zera had seen, but it was a pleasant change to walk through one.In some other metaverse they could’ve probably flown to the top, teleported, jet-packed, but Po insisted that they hike on foot. “It’s part of the experience” he said.

Zera was mostly enjoying the hike but the only thought that was bothering her was that she was not sure why they were here and Po was being frustratingly coy. Zera wanted to get the bottom of it. “Is it a sunset off a beautiful mountain cliff?” She asked, trying to guess the surprise. “No, it’s something much deeper than that”, said Po trying to decide how much he should tell his girlfriend.

“Is it a memory?” Asked Zera, this time a little more serious than playful. Po was taken by surprise “is she onto it?” He thought. “Good Guess” said Po nervously as he took a pause from his walking to look at Zera, he offered a slight crooked smile “You know how you always say that there are parts of me that I don’t let you in on? Well I’ve always wanted to, Zera , but I find them hard to explain, even to myself, so I thought I could show it to you this time.” he said, looking Zera right in her eyes, then he broke his pause and continued to walk, “and I will show it to you right this way” he said pointing to the path further ahead and started to walk in that direction, leaving Zera behind. Zera, now had an idea about what this surprise could be, and she hoped it was not what she was thinking. “So this IS a memory?” She said panting as she ran to catch up to Po. “My bet would be this is a reconstruction of someone’s memory, of a very important day” said Po excited but also anxious about Zera’s reactions.

Zera looked a little disappointed, she had guessed what this was all about and it wasn’t something she appreciated.

“Is it about the whole ‘Base Reality’ talk again?” said Zera annoyedly.

Po knew he would have to come clean now, but he wasn’t prepared to tell her, he was hoping he could just show her.

“Yes” he began, “but it is different this time, this time I have proof and it explains everything” Said Po as a rare expression of anxiousness was now visible on his face. “You know this path has led to trouble for so many of us,” said Zera. “But what if it’s the truth?” Said Po, trying to reach out to a part of Zera, she had superessed for a while now. “Would you rather live a comfortable lie? Knowing it was a lie?”

The citizens of the metaverse or at least the metaverses under the jurisdiction of Metaverse One (M-1) prescribed to many religions. The most popular among them used to be “The Genesists”. The Genesists believed in the existence of a “Base Reality”. A reality that gave birth to the metaverses. Po and Zera used to be followers of this religion. The religion however turned political, and M-1 started persecuting anyone publicly associated with it.

Zera had seen too many of her friends and loved ones suffer for their beliefs, and she just wanted to have a normal life. It was not that she did not want to know the truth, but not at the cost it entailed. Suddenly, a frightening thought occurred to her. “Who’s running this simulation Po? Is it C-FOSS? You realize this could get us both jailed? Or worse” Zera paused “deleted”.

Po was hoping to have this conversation after they reached the summit.

“I realize” he said “I would not have taken this risk if I didn’t think it was very important for both of us to see”

“And then what, live in a C-FOSS metaverse for the rest of our lives?”

“Would it be worse than living a lie?”

They both fell silent, Zera wanted to cry, but she didn’t want to feel weak.

“Look, If something does happen, I’ll come clean, I’ll let them know you had no idea what was going on and I brought us here. ”

This made Zera angry.

“Do you think I’m scared for Me? What about you Po? What about us? What if all of this was true and I still didn’t want to come along? Would you leave me for this?”

“No.” said Po, trying to be as blunt as possible.

They both continued walking silently, the sun had begun to come down and the light orangish color of dusk was now filling the sky. The sound of the forest they were walking through was now changing from birds chirping to insects rattling, and Po and Zera could finally see the summit.

As they reached the summit they found a small crowd all talking excitedly to one another.

Some even waved at them, and Po waved back. Zera had to still adjust to this change in mood. “Were they all C-FOSS members?” She thought, wondering what carnage would take place if M-1 ever found this simulation. Po led her to an old fragile man, standing in the middle of the summit handing out what seemed to Zera like badges. “You must be Zera,” he said, coughing once before and once after any sentence he spoke. “Po has told us a great deal about you” he said, extending his hand. Zera shaked the old fragile hand reluctantly “I hope only good things” she said, giving into the pleasantries. ”My name is Trank, it’s a pleasure meeting you, here wear this, it’ll let the server know you’re not an NPC” said Trank handing out a yellow badge with a smiley face on it.

From the summit they could see into a huge expanse, Zera could see a city below them which was getting more visible as the lights turned on. Zera walked closer to the edge to see the view. “This seems.. ” thought Zera but she couldn’t find the word that could complete her sentence. “Vintage?” said Po as he came close to her and stood by her side. “Can you read my thoughts?” Said Zera, grabbing Po’s hand as she leaned into him. “Only ‘cause I know you so well”, said Po kissing her on her forehead. The moment had only lasted a second, before they heard a loud noise of a plane, a fighter plane whizzing past just a few 100 meters above their heads.

“It’s begun! Everybody, wear your badges if you haven’t already, I don’t want to dig any one of you out from the archives!” Shouted Trank.

The next few moments happened very fast, But Zera recorded everything, a fleet of fighter planes flew past them, drowning everything out with their noise, they dropped what initially seemed like metal cylinders onto the city, and suddenly the now dark sky was lit ablaze by explosions. Giant mushroom clouds emerged into existence. expanded and turned into a hot massive ball of fire that engulfed everything. Zera was too stunned to even move. She grabbed Po’s arm tight as the fire surrounded everything around her. She didn’t feel anything, and everyone around her didn’t seem to flinch as well. Most of the folks were crying, Po himself looked like he was fighting back tears.

The ground beneath them started shaking and eventually became a part of a landslide,the people on the summit however did not fall. When the explosion subsided, Zera could see everything had turned into ruins. The forest for as far as Zera could see had entirely vanished, the trees had either blown away, or were completely on fire. There was a giant crater where the city used to be.

It didn’t seem like anyone survived. They themselves were standing on what looked like a digital mesh of what used to be a hill. There was a long silence where no one spoke to each other, “Were they seeing this for the first time as well?” Thought Zera. She looked at Po who was already watching her, “You think this happened in the Base Reality?” She asked Po.

“Everyone I’ve met who’s even around my age remembers a similar event. It can’t be a coincidence. What makes it even more believable is that M-1 doesn’t let any simulation depicting this event exist in their Metaverses” said Po, Zera gave a nod of affirmation. “We need to go back now! I’m hearing reports of M-1 trackers snooping around nearby” shouted Trank.

“But now that you’ve seen the Truth. Search for it, and you should find us”, he said as he pressed a button and vanished.

Everybody else also started to leave and so did Po and Zera. What she saw today might change her entire life.

Zera had a decision to make.

Nostr has grown a lot since I was last active here. So many new ...

2024-11-26T11:47:32Z

Nostr has grown a lot since I was last active here. So many new clients. Where the fuck are they coming from!

JOIN MY FUCKING WRITING GROUP YOU LAZY ASSES! #note14x7…s0hh

2024-11-26T11:44:07Z

JOIN MY FUCKING WRITING GROUP YOU LAZY ASSES!

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note14x7…s0hh
Hey Trying out this new group/community for writers on chachi.chat If you love to write, or are looking to get into it feel free to join! would love to see what you all are cooking!

https://chachi.chat/groups.0xchat.com/F0aG98ljm1OeoLwJ

Me! I need this!

2024-11-26T07:02:04Z

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Me! I need this!

Hey I love this! I already have sort of a UI for this, see ...

2024-11-26T07:01:21Z

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Hey I love this! I already have sort of a UI for this, see https://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info/#/story/NotSafeForWork , can we merge these with long form articles? Would love to write my "choose your own adventure" stories natively on nostr!

Hey Trying out this new group/community for writers on ...

2024-11-26T05:53:31Z

Hey Trying out this new group/community for writers on chachi.chat If you love to write, or are looking to get into it feel free to join! would love to see what you all are cooking!

https://chachi.chat/groups.0xchat.com/F0aG98ljm1OeoLwJ

Me all the time

2024-11-25T05:41:20Z

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Me all the time

gn 🌚

2024-11-24T07:14:12Z

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gn 🌚

And so I begin the movement of all my stories from ...

2024-11-24T06:51:27Z

And so I begin the movement of all my stories from https://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info

Natively to nostr. This was the first story in this saga. I hope you like it.

quoting note1y7q…u4fa

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Sidzi was one of the few identities that were born naturally in this world. Most of the identities in O-380 were instantiated and then chose an avatar of their liking. If they could afford it, ofcourse. Sidzi’s parents were those types of identities. Sidzi’s father was a Jedi and her mother was a Libertarian. Both of their consciousnesses were transferred from their respective metaverse and then re-instantiated into this one, by sponsors. Sponsors they killed while escaping their slavery. They had a lot of adventures together, they eventually fell in love, had a child, and died fighting the government of all the known worlds, popularly known in the metaverses as “Metaverse One” or in colloquial terms M-1.

Sidzi had always missed them, she would think that this is weird because she barely ever knew them, and how can you miss someone you barely knew? But the universe would never let her forget them and she felt their presence all of the time. This was mostly because both her parents were versions of huge pop culture icons in O-380. Wherever she went she could see toys, NFTs, pocket metaverses, all dedicated to her parents. No one ever knew there was a natural born child of such famous identities, and AL-Y wanted to keep it this way. “The fandom would go crazy”, he said. “M-1, would never leave you alone”. AL-Y was all Sidzi had. He was her provider, her guardian and her only friend. Sidzi hadn’t met a lot of people in person, but she was confident that AL-Y was smarter and wiser than all of them. AL-Y was a scientist in M-1's Metaversal Chronology department. An institution with the objective of figuring out the chronological order of events in the base reality that led to the creation of metaverses. Although Sidzi would tell this very proudly to anyone who would give her an ear but AL-Y knew there was not a lot of respect for his work, especially since a lot of people within the government even doubted the existence of a base reality.

AL-Ys meager government salary was barely enough to run their lives, they lived in a shoddy 1 room capsule, stacked together with other capsules, together forming a structure you may be able to call an apartment. They would live off tasteless energy packets, which were only enough to achieve homeostasis. Whatever time AL-Y had outside of work, he would use it to educate Sidzi, teach her about the universe, tell her about her parents, not the pop culture stuff on the streets, but the real truth. He would tell her what her parents stood for, what they died for, what they had imagined for her. Sidzi had always been a curious child, her questions would never end, and AL-Y would never get tired of answering them. Today however, Sidzi was sad.

It was her 12th birthday and AL-Y had promised her to take a day off from work and take her to the B4Z4 metaverse, to buy some mods for her neural interface. AL-Y couldn’t keep this promise, although he did take the day off, but a friend needed him for a “life or death” situation. It was never really “life or death”, but AL-Y was very gullible that way. He had a hard time saying no to people. “Probably why he got stuck with me”, thought Sidzi. Alone in the capsule Sidzi turned on the display for her neural device and started scrolling through the menus. She decided to see her memories from her past birthdays, but it got boring really soon, it was always only AL-Y and her. As she scrolled through her memories she stumbled upon some bedtime stories that AL-Y would tell her in her childhood.

She focussed on the one labeled “The First Simulation”. As she clicked on it, the neural interface took her into a memory-verse. The room around her transformed to as it was when she was 5 years old. She could see the 5 year old Sidzi lying on AL-Ys chest on the beds, while the grown up Sidzi took a seat at the coffee table next to them. AL-Y looked like he could doze off at any second, but was kept awake by the baby girl who refused to sleep. “Tell me a story, Allie”, said the baby girl. “Tell me about the first simumashon”. Grownup Sidzi felt embarrassed by how silly she was.

“That’s a completely false and inaccurate story, I don’t know why you like it so much”, protested AL-Y. “Pwetty please”, pleaded the girl. Grownup Sidzi smiled, she remembered how much she loved hearing this story. “Well no one knows how the first simulation came about, but it is said that it was discovered by a legendary human being called Satoshi Nakamoto.” began AL-Y, “Samomoshi Namomoto” replied Sidzi trying to keep up. “It is said that after living a full life in his universe Satoshi woke up in an empty space, and all he could see was one computer.” He took a look at Sidzi who was listening intently. “When he looked at this computer, Satoshi found, after some digging around, that it contained a simulation of his entire world, including the life he had lived. Everything, from the world's physics, to biology, to his friends, family, all the famous people, It was all there!”, Sidzi’s eyes widened.

“Including mama and papa’s life?” asked Sidzi, “Well this is just a story…”, began AL-Y, but then changed his answer midway as he saw Sidzi dropping a hint of sadness, “but yes, including mama and papa’s story”. “He also found a program through which he could spawn identities from this simulation into this physical space, he found himself in.”. Grownup Sidzi remembered that her little self had thought if Satoshi could spawn her mama and papa, but she chose not to interrupt. “So he did, he spawned the brightest minds from the simulation, and they tried to figure out how to make simulations of their own. Soon there were many people working on it, the space had grown into a world. They called this space, The Sanctuary. Factions had come up on Sanctuary, each with their own agenda on what’s the best use of the resources at hand and what simulations to run. Satoshi in all his infinite wisdom decided to solve this.

He created a decentralized system where people could anonymously put up the resources they owned, and other people could pay for those resources and run whatever simulations they wanted on them, and no one person had control over all the resources.” told AL-Y. “Simumashions like our world?” asked the baby. AL-Y was surprised at how fast the 5 year old was grasping all of this. “Simulations like our world” said AL-Y. “Things were growing great, the spawned identities had formed a civilization of their own, running simulations for entertainment, research, business and everything you can imagine. Until, one day.” AL-Y paused. Little Sidzi’s eyes grew larger in anticipation of something she’d heard many times before. “Until one day, a scientist going about his work, saw something he couldn’t believe, he saw their own world, Sanctuary, a world running all of these simulations, being run as a simulation itself, in Satoshi’s decentralized network”.

AL-Y waited for the reaction, “Wooooooooow” went the baby girl. AL-Y smiled. “Then what happened?”, asked the girl. “Then..” began AL-Y, but before he could finish telling the story, older Sidzi heard the sound of a door opening, and closed the memory-verse. She knew it was AL-Y and she didn’t want him to know she was missing him. She was angry at him of course. As AL-Y walked in he gave Sidzi a smile, which Sidzi returned with a scowl. AL-Y laughed as he sat down beside her, “I’m sorry I couldn’t take you to B4Z4, but I did get you something you would absolutely love!”. Sidzi gave him a blank look, she was keen about the surprise but did not want AL-Y to know. AL-Y searched through his pockets and took out a small black chip, the size and thickness of a small fingernail.

“Is that a storage drive?” asked Sidzi, still not letting out any emotion. “Yes, but not any old storage device said AL-Y, why don’t you try it out for yourself?”. Sidzi grabbed the device, her body language hinting at the excitement her face was trying to hide. She plugged it into her neural interface. A popup showed up which read: “New storage device connected, open? Device Label: Memories for Sidzi. Love, Mama and Papa”. Tears started rolling down Sidzi’s eyes, a smile she couldn’t control exploded from ear to ear. She had forgotten everything about trying to hide her emotions as she jumped to hug AL-Y. AL-Y gave her a soft kiss on her forehead as Sidzi focussed back on the drive and clicked “Open”.

How the fuck do I keep ending up on hellthreads I’m not even ...

2024-11-24T06:23:59Z

How the fuck do I keep ending up on hellthreads I’m not even that active anymore.

https://youtu.be/sftymVyLb-Q

2024-11-18T15:33:03Z

https://youtu.be/sftymVyLb-Q

https://youtu.be/d0HlQAjeKkc

2024-11-12T06:49:08Z

https://youtu.be/d0HlQAjeKkc

I come alive on nostr as it gets closer to Christmas. Hopefully I ...

2024-11-09T19:43:26Z

I come alive on nostr as it gets closer to Christmas. Hopefully I stay around more

For anyone still reading ...

2024-11-08T08:07:49Z

For anyone still reading https://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info

I have finally finished my next story in the metaverse. It’s going to be called
“The Hitchhiker’s Guide”. It’s meant to serve as a nice entrypoint story into the metaverses.

I’m going to release it soon. If you’re still there, thank you so much for your patience.

#grownostr

Obviously

2024-09-22T03:10:07Z

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Obviously

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2024-09-22T02:55:23Z

DEFUND THE STATE!

Most people that aren’t deliberate about their choices, that ...

2024-09-10T09:12:39Z

Most people that aren’t deliberate about their choices, that refuse to see the truth even when faced with it, are not really there, they are caught up in the programming, NPCs in the truest sense. Maybe there is redemption for them, maybe there is not, you need to keep moving forward in your journey.

https://hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info

Very interesting that you call it Project Alexandria https:// ...

2024-09-02T06:26:25Z

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Very interesting that you call it Project Alexandria https://

hitchhikersguidethroughthemetaverse.info/#/story/FragmentsOfFreedom

https://youtu.be/NfYb5WT2sEs

2024-08-26T15:08:45Z

https://youtu.be/NfYb5WT2sEs

I love to be free, is it a crime? Freedom to be, freedom for my ...

2024-07-26T14:27:59Z

I love to be free, is it a crime?
Freedom to be, freedom for my time.

I wish to write, to sing, to play.
Why do they hate, when we say what we need to say?

Alas I don’t care, for I have my tools
Tools to say, tools to pay, tools to separate myself from these fools.

Maybe one day you realize that you too are free,
but only as much as you want to be.

Imagine everybody had a neuralink in their brains and an update ...

2024-07-19T13:17:42Z

Imagine everybody had a neuralink in their brains and an update just bricked our brains.

Greetings, forget not to go and fucketh thyself.

2024-06-14T15:36:31Z

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Greetings, forget not to go and fucketh thyself.

Peace, finally ...

2024-06-14T15:07:04Z

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Peace, finally

This post is a GFY bait #note1ky6…lck0

2024-06-14T14:41:38Z

This post is a GFY bait

quoting note1ky6…lck0
*Yawn*

Miss me?

Yawn Miss me?

2024-06-14T14:40:25Z

*Yawn*

Miss me?

A lovely thread to pass time ...

2024-05-27T19:48:57Z

A lovely thread to pass time https://www.reddit.com/r/Cervantes_AI/s/zaiJ1TZwmq

This is what I’m talking about! 🤌

2024-05-22T05:32:41Z

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This is what I’m talking about! 🤌

Hey that isn’t polite, I’m just trying to learn here.

2024-05-22T04:53:17Z

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Hey that isn’t polite, I’m just trying to learn here.

Your feedback is highly appreciated @npub1586…6qwk ...

2024-05-22T04:51:13Z

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Your feedback is highly appreciated

NSA 🇺🇲☑️ (npub1586…6qwk) IRS (npub1eg0…zg6y)

You know what else is not fair? The justice system, now that’s ...

2024-05-22T04:16:07Z

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You know what else is not fair? The justice system, now that’s a psyop 😂

*badum tshhhh*

That’s cheating, not fair 😂

2024-05-22T04:14:34Z

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That’s cheating, not fair 😂

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2024-05-22T04:10:59Z

So nostr, GIVE ME YOUR TOP 3 FAVORITE PSYOPS 😂

X is a temporary #nostr marketing medium #note1mrq…rkwz

2024-05-18T15:22:41Z

X is a temporary #nostr marketing medium

quoting note1mrq…rkwz
spamming #nostr daily. it's all X is good for.

I am of the opinion that we should get together and trend a ...

2024-05-18T15:18:49Z

I am of the opinion that we should get together and trend a hashtag on X just for kicks.

Read this but as a FIAT normie trying hard to escape the matrix ...

2024-05-09T20:13:00Z

Read this but as a FIAT normie trying hard to escape the matrix

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here of our own device"
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man, "We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.

Welcome to the Hotel California..

Hope you don’t get taxed for your unrealised gains in memes ...

2024-05-09T11:36:44Z

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Hope you don’t get taxed for your unrealised gains in memes 😂

At the end it’s all about man’s search for meming

2024-05-09T08:49:24Z

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At the end it’s all about man’s search for meming

Or.. the intellect is the property.. ...

2024-05-09T08:46:40Z

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Or.. the intellect is the property..

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2024-05-09T07:56:50Z

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Our meme

https://i.imgflip.com/8ph7xn.jpg

2024-05-09T07:46:39Z

Sing with me! Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy…

2024-05-03T20:14:04Z

Sing with me!

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy…

Me everytime I see bitcoin price drop near paycheque time ...

2024-05-02T17:39:42Z

Me everytime I see bitcoin price drop near paycheque time

It makes sense that we’re living in 1984, there hasn’t been ...

2024-05-01T03:53:54Z

It makes sense that we’re living in 1984, there hasn’t been much progress in the world since then anyways.

https://i.imgflip.com/8ohb10.jpg

2024-04-30T04:32:28Z

The rebellion gets stronger with every block… Tick, Tock

2024-04-27T05:43:33Z

The rebellion gets stronger with every block…

Tick, Tock

Imagine a function, let’s say “phi” , that generates ...

2024-04-27T03:33:14Z

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Imagine a function, let’s say “phi” , that generates conway’s games of life such that none of these games are periodic (repeat after any x generations) or become stable after some generations.

If our universe is simulate-able then it must be a part of this set generated by such phi, since the set would contain all possible aperiodic games.

Our own universes aperiodicity is ensured by the Second law of thermodynamics, since entropy always increases.

Do I make sense?