(if by any chance you missed the beginning of the greatest event of 2011, you can start reading it here, where the first lerrnstory starts)
y3g is not with me now, they're lost now somewhere in the world, and i think on them. where are they? are they well? when are we going to see each other? good question, not interesting really, they are in the palm of my hand, thinking on them and there they are, today i would rather be alone and they never leave me, what happened to those sweet days between the woods, the snow falling silently, or the sun breaking some fog, shining over our heads, and silence, just silence, and silence, and silence, just a little bird there trying to find something to eat, just a little snake rolling in the floor, snakes are usually unfriendly and yet, for some reason now i think on them and i see one, receiving a big hug from the sun, on its laziness, naked and all to receive more sun and become even more lazy, lazy, lazy, laziness, what a feeling, silent.
but instead, in the palm of my hand, it's impossible to forget how well my friends are. so they are, i am also for them.
wait.
they're not?
lost in my thoughts, forgetting to look, no sign from z3b. youtch remember. no, youtch don't remember. it's impossible to remember, i haven't said anything about, unless youtch know him outside my description. z3b became our friend during our last game. that, youtch may remember. no face, nothing, no real face, no virtual face, nothing. but our conversations were real, helped us a lot on the game and even after we laughed a lot, now is missing. y7s has sent me a message 'do you know something about z3b?'
- nope, nothing. do you have some other contact?
- nope
- he stopped being with us for a while and you are not new in here. what's the reason you are worried?
- i would like to tell him he's father now
- ...
- we made love once, you know
i know it's possible, but i still can't understand it very well. chemistry is amazing, our clothes also, they've never been together and suddenly they have a child of their own. she's earthian, he is martian. i am not talking about being closer, i know they've been close enough to play on an inner group, but they were at least separated by 100 meters. of that i am sure, i am looking right now the history of them on guhlemap. chemical adn exchange while each one alone in its own clothes dreaming about each other or not. i am amazed about it. science is really advanced, or should we consider it the opposite?
- what you have done is illegal, you know? the process you used is not currently established. how many voters were there to assume your decision?
- it was done through the surveillance of 2 million lfers and 3 million nlfers.
- huge. your proposal or his proposal?
- he proposed it
- and you didn't find that surprising?
- about?
- the number? huge number of voters. i haven't noticed anything. from where they have come, what kind of protocol, making it private and not published to the entire universe?
- i know, i don't understand. everything seemed so simple, but you're right. z3b is not a common number as we are, appears and disappears, everything's different with him, he's inside.
i lost y7s. i know why. some guardian was tracing our conversation and the word 'inside' made the break. she was interfering with the established order and soon i am going to be controlled. don't worry with me, it's not my first time, i can handle them.
but now i am worried for y7s. it's not my problem, but it's our problem. she is going to be mother through an illegal process, i know it is approved by a qualified decision, but the main decision maker has left and he's not traceable now. is it possible one of his lives was taken?
i can't decide what to do. calling y7s again. dead phone. of course. i leave a message to him, i know he's not going to receive it now. everything's off. who can tell me there's no firewall between me and the world, how can i know messages sent to y7s, sent and received, weren't instantly controlled, what if my last message was sent like i told youtch, but it was changed for an offensive one, y7s considered me offensive and has taken me away from her group of friends. i know, i'm rambling. not knowing what to do makes me think too much, too much means much worse usually. i'm not thinking well, i'm not thinking at all.
knock knock on the door
not surprised. i was expecting that already. a guardian there, taking me to see y7s on jail.
there she was on the sauna. ugly thing. what they do to us. taking us from our clothes and leaving us there, naked, the pool in front of us, the tennis court where 2 lfers play, the jacuzzi on the side of the pool where 3 other lfers are, waiting, nothing to do, boring. naked from our devices. how impossible life is on that way. there we are, guardians and us all together, but they're still protected like adam and eve on the paradise, their devices completing them, we're uncomplete, embarassed, lights on us, questions being made, what means inside.
- dont you know? that doesnt come on your guardian course?
- why don't you put the ' where it should be?
- and why would i write the right way if i have so much to do and you make me stay here, nothing to do, without understanding what do you want from me
- so many things we must do we never understand, do you think that is a good reason to reply and not write conveniently, don't you think i deserve some ' where they should be?
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quinta-feira, 27 de janeiro de 2011
quinta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2011
THEN11t0120
(if by any chance you missed the greatest event of 2011, you can start reading it here, where the first lerrnstory starts)
x0a, y3g, me, y7s, z3b and y9a, we are still playing the same game we started last week. the seventh inner player was a server. it was difficult to find a lplayer so close of us. well, the game is a game, all games start and end. probably youtch play often this game too.
i haven't told youtch what happened during our first contact. i believe youtch are going to find that more interesting. our other tasks were still ocurring but x0a and y3g looked back at me and our eyes crossed again, i must say they crossed the same way when i opened the door to them, i mean we looked at each other trying to find thoughts behind the blue eyes of x0a and green eyes of y3g. no electronic devices but our own clothes were connected. youtch know why: all exterior factors were still maintaining our inner body, a connection between both is so permanent we say we're off even when we're still on. off. on.
my heart beats for y3g. i am still wondering why she prefered to choose x0a instead of me. it's an awkward question, when i met her they were already cfriends. but still i kept trying to dissuade her from being with x0a, until i become friend of x0a and now i can't keep doing something i know he wouldn't like. but i am not doing anything wrong with my conscience while looking at her eyes and her face. beauty industry made, i know that. she is my model, once we both went in a spa_c and she asked my opinion about what changes she could make that would most please x0a. well, i gave her my sincere opinion, now i know it's completely the opposite of my now best friend. x0a had the opportunity once to tell me he felt embarassed to go out with y3g. but not now anymore. what's interesting is the fact what embarasses him is precisely what i chose and insisted to do because it's exactly what pleases me. but if he's not pleased, why he insists? with so many lfers in the world, reason reccomends to be with who makes us happy, who we make happy, not exactly what only makes us happy, but what creates long term relationships, no matter if friends, cfriends, zfriends.
but i am lost in my thoughts and forget to tell youtch what we did. we decided to drink tea.
a nice evening, you know?
i set up a fire and we kept around it, inside our pajamas, drinking tea all night long. not the entire night, no, on some point of the night we decided to close our direct contact, they ended first, i had to go clean the cups and plates and the teapot. everything cleaned, i closed direct contact also and went inside on reality again.
- do you remember when we were on the beach?
- no, why?
- y2s sent me a message to see her on the same place, but i don't remember it well.
- go to your history. there you can find something that helps you remind it. maybe you can find precisely that sequence.
- i think you are asking too much, you know?
- i don't know why, our systems are becoming faster.
- that depends on your database definition. my definitions are low on precision and high on information.
- i understand you, i used chaotic definitions once also... but replaced it immediately. i was always lost, it's impossible to find something useful inside.
- that's your opinion. i love it. there, inside the chaos, there's where i find the most useful ideas.
- you still look for ideas? ideas for what?
- interesting point. i don't know. all i can tell you is the fact when they come i am happy for discovering them. sooner or later, they become useless and i look for different ones.
- and i keep using my own ideas instead of trying to find them
- what's the difference?
- i don't know, but it's different. instead of trying to discover something new, i use the concepts already decided before. i don't waste so much time
- and since when you waste time?
- ah! you got me. you are recalling some older discussions. the clock is working, seconds never go faster or slower. we can't waste time. but we can tfly
- when was the last time you did that?
- stop with that. i know perfectly well you already know i am on a tflight right now.
- sorry, i didn't know that. why do you think so?
- i am reading your mind, the exact same way you are reading mine.
- now it's you who is making me laugh. i can't do that.
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x0a, y3g, me, y7s, z3b and y9a, we are still playing the same game we started last week. the seventh inner player was a server. it was difficult to find a lplayer so close of us. well, the game is a game, all games start and end. probably youtch play often this game too.
i haven't told youtch what happened during our first contact. i believe youtch are going to find that more interesting. our other tasks were still ocurring but x0a and y3g looked back at me and our eyes crossed again, i must say they crossed the same way when i opened the door to them, i mean we looked at each other trying to find thoughts behind the blue eyes of x0a and green eyes of y3g. no electronic devices but our own clothes were connected. youtch know why: all exterior factors were still maintaining our inner body, a connection between both is so permanent we say we're off even when we're still on. off. on.
my heart beats for y3g. i am still wondering why she prefered to choose x0a instead of me. it's an awkward question, when i met her they were already cfriends. but still i kept trying to dissuade her from being with x0a, until i become friend of x0a and now i can't keep doing something i know he wouldn't like. but i am not doing anything wrong with my conscience while looking at her eyes and her face. beauty industry made, i know that. she is my model, once we both went in a spa_c and she asked my opinion about what changes she could make that would most please x0a. well, i gave her my sincere opinion, now i know it's completely the opposite of my now best friend. x0a had the opportunity once to tell me he felt embarassed to go out with y3g. but not now anymore. what's interesting is the fact what embarasses him is precisely what i chose and insisted to do because it's exactly what pleases me. but if he's not pleased, why he insists? with so many lfers in the world, reason reccomends to be with who makes us happy, who we make happy, not exactly what only makes us happy, but what creates long term relationships, no matter if friends, cfriends, zfriends.
but i am lost in my thoughts and forget to tell youtch what we did. we decided to drink tea.
a nice evening, you know?
i set up a fire and we kept around it, inside our pajamas, drinking tea all night long. not the entire night, no, on some point of the night we decided to close our direct contact, they ended first, i had to go clean the cups and plates and the teapot. everything cleaned, i closed direct contact also and went inside on reality again.
- do you remember when we were on the beach?
- no, why?
- y2s sent me a message to see her on the same place, but i don't remember it well.
- go to your history. there you can find something that helps you remind it. maybe you can find precisely that sequence.
- i think you are asking too much, you know?
- i don't know why, our systems are becoming faster.
- that depends on your database definition. my definitions are low on precision and high on information.
- i understand you, i used chaotic definitions once also... but replaced it immediately. i was always lost, it's impossible to find something useful inside.
- that's your opinion. i love it. there, inside the chaos, there's where i find the most useful ideas.
- you still look for ideas? ideas for what?
- interesting point. i don't know. all i can tell you is the fact when they come i am happy for discovering them. sooner or later, they become useless and i look for different ones.
- and i keep using my own ideas instead of trying to find them
- what's the difference?
- i don't know, but it's different. instead of trying to discover something new, i use the concepts already decided before. i don't waste so much time
- and since when you waste time?
- ah! you got me. you are recalling some older discussions. the clock is working, seconds never go faster or slower. we can't waste time. but we can tfly
- when was the last time you did that?
- stop with that. i know perfectly well you already know i am on a tflight right now.
- sorry, i didn't know that. why do you think so?
- i am reading your mind, the exact same way you are reading mine.
- now it's you who is making me laugh. i can't do that.
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quinta-feira, 13 de janeiro de 2011
THEN11t0113
a sunny day is a good day to start a story. a story. story number 1. lerrnstory1. here. youtch know me. ok, youtch don't know me. i usually speak portuguese but i decided to become english for some reason. i've been around for a while and started to know some of youtch. but this is not the story. i am just trying to define a little the boundaries of an unboundable project. a bad english teacher trying to write in bad english. i told some of youtch about being an avatar. so youtch know me. or youtch think youtch know me. i usually say i am from some space on earth, well, to be more precise i can precisely see everyplace from where i am. i am in orbit, precisely speaking, i live on road 24 of city 31 from the wrong side of the moon. youtch know what would happen if i was living on the right side of the moon.
but i am not going to start a story about me. the idea is not to talk about me. today i am only developing the basic principles about a true story i am watching right now on channel 55. it is about people living in mars, some of youtch are from there, but the most of youtch is basically me.
because the story is true, all characters are fictional.
a sunny day is a good day to start a story. it would be, but it's not a good day. it's raining outside. a warm rain falling upon my friends, x0a and y3g. i am sorry, i havent't introduced myself. I am x0p. From my entire name 129312451x0p youtch know all about me. i am already opening the door, it's x0a who comes in first. all seated, all together, both three looking at each panel, answering mails, making phones, txwtter, fcbuk, linkedalltogether, all alone. i am receiving a skaipecall from y3g, we both look at each other, she smiles, i am smiling to her, i answer the scaipecall. hello g how are you
- i am great, thanks for opening the door to us
- you are welcome, i invited you a long time ago, i thought you would never accept the invitation
- here we are, things are slow, we have so much to do it is impossible to follow our most deepest pleasures faster. virtual life can always wait, but we depend of our real life, it is impossible to stop it.
- i recall that time, i leave you here together. sleep well.
- don't go, stay and play cards with us
- do you still play cards?
- sure. don't you?
- i usually play pharmalitics. i am on 3 simultaneous matches right now
- against?
- 2 martians and 1 earthian
- earthians are good on subjectivity. do you usually win them?
- you don't play against them often, do you?
- nope, i played sometimes that game but i always lost. so i prefer to spend my free time with old fashioned games
- come here and play with us. there's someone else in the area to play with us? It's best when we have a inner group of 7 and a closer group of at least thousand.
- call them by wt.
- ok.
- y7s, z3b and y9a, great, we are exactly 7. Inner group closed. still building closer group. about 37% from conclusion.
- ok, i am playing with you if you stop all other activities. i have an headache and already finished 2 matches and all other activities. after having all closed i am going to start building a dream while sleeping on remote control, and i would like to speak with you for a while. some direct contact for a change.
- you are crazy, p. direct contact?
- otherwise i don't play the game
a and g looked at each other, like if i was crazy. probably i am, i still remember my last direct contact and it wasn't easy. it wasn't easy neither good. it was a terrible waste of time, probably the reason why i still remember it. but i deserve the right to try it again. this is a good thing i am doing to myself and i must experience it.
a and g kept looking at each other, and i used that silence to silence them, if they don't have anything to say, it is decided. well, being reasonable, i couldn't silence them because they were already silent.
decisions, decisions.
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but i am not going to start a story about me. the idea is not to talk about me. today i am only developing the basic principles about a true story i am watching right now on channel 55. it is about people living in mars, some of youtch are from there, but the most of youtch is basically me.
because the story is true, all characters are fictional.
a sunny day is a good day to start a story. it would be, but it's not a good day. it's raining outside. a warm rain falling upon my friends, x0a and y3g. i am sorry, i havent't introduced myself. I am x0p. From my entire name 129312451x0p youtch know all about me. i am already opening the door, it's x0a who comes in first. all seated, all together, both three looking at each panel, answering mails, making phones, txwtter, fcbuk, linkedalltogether, all alone. i am receiving a skaipecall from y3g, we both look at each other, she smiles, i am smiling to her, i answer the scaipecall. hello g how are you
- i am great, thanks for opening the door to us
- you are welcome, i invited you a long time ago, i thought you would never accept the invitation
- here we are, things are slow, we have so much to do it is impossible to follow our most deepest pleasures faster. virtual life can always wait, but we depend of our real life, it is impossible to stop it.
- i recall that time, i leave you here together. sleep well.
- don't go, stay and play cards with us
- do you still play cards?
- sure. don't you?
- i usually play pharmalitics. i am on 3 simultaneous matches right now
- against?
- 2 martians and 1 earthian
- earthians are good on subjectivity. do you usually win them?
- you don't play against them often, do you?
- nope, i played sometimes that game but i always lost. so i prefer to spend my free time with old fashioned games
- come here and play with us. there's someone else in the area to play with us? It's best when we have a inner group of 7 and a closer group of at least thousand.
- call them by wt.
- ok.
- y7s, z3b and y9a, great, we are exactly 7. Inner group closed. still building closer group. about 37% from conclusion.
- ok, i am playing with you if you stop all other activities. i have an headache and already finished 2 matches and all other activities. after having all closed i am going to start building a dream while sleeping on remote control, and i would like to speak with you for a while. some direct contact for a change.
- you are crazy, p. direct contact?
- otherwise i don't play the game
a and g looked at each other, like if i was crazy. probably i am, i still remember my last direct contact and it wasn't easy. it wasn't easy neither good. it was a terrible waste of time, probably the reason why i still remember it. but i deserve the right to try it again. this is a good thing i am doing to myself and i must experience it.
a and g kept looking at each other, and i used that silence to silence them, if they don't have anything to say, it is decided. well, being reasonable, i couldn't silence them because they were already silent.
decisions, decisions.
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