(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)
the movie starts ---
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--- the end.
what a strange feeling, obsessed with popcorn, i can't think about anything else
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sexta-feira, 26 de agosto de 2011
quinta-feira, 18 de agosto de 2011
THEN11t0818
(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)
y7s 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 remember this text happened a few months ago, to be honest i am not remembering now, i know perfectly well the text is the same, i simply picked it with a simple function cut and paste, the reason why youtch can see both texts and see the exact same sequence, the exact same words, the exact same letters after the others, projecting the idea of 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 y7s. youtch remember. it seems like i am living a moment that happened before. or maybe not.
z3b sent me a message 'do you know what happened to y7s?'
i am alert now. y7s is supposed to be well, the baby is supposed to be born.
i reply “do we have a new baby in this world?”
you wouldn’t believe me if i tell you, but i am going to tell you and you must believe me. the baby is not born yet, he’s still missing a few months. but she’s dead. connected to a machine, the only reason why she wasn’t already disconnected is the fact we are all waiting the baby to be born.
unbelievable. now you surprised me. an awful surprise.
she had an accident, emergencies worked well enough, everything was provided on time, but collision factors were hard enough to make her have a plain encephalogram. no chance of life without machine. there she is, waiting. waiting the baby to be born.
i am going there immediately.
we meet there.
him on the left side, i am on the right side, she is beautiful as ever. i can’t hold tears anymore. sorry, i can’t.
my reaction is immediate. he poisoned her. i want to punch him in the stomach but the fact is, what he did had no consequences after all. if she knew what happened, she would agree, the baby has a chance of surviving, and her destiny had a different and unexpected end.
and i read his mind. he knew it all this time. after all he only poisoned her because he knew she was already destined to die before the reaction takes place.
i knew from the beginning he was different of us, but this is too much. future, past, he knows all.
my dear x0p, believe me: this baby is our future. you need to focus. he’s going to change the universe.
is it possible?
is it possible for a human to change an universe? or are you mentioning only the human traces on the universe?
that brings us again to a virtual world where everything happens without happening.
but what can we expect from the real world, if there is no one there to call it real?
i am lost again in my thoughts, z3b smiles to me, i know what you are thinking, he says, but you don't have to worry with him. he's not the first one, but this is the first one we are going to control since the moment he is born.
i wasn't thinking about the baby, you know? i am thinking about y7s.
have faith, my friend. it's just one of her lives.
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y7s 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 remember this text happened a few months ago, to be honest i am not remembering now, i know perfectly well the text is the same, i simply picked it with a simple function cut and paste, the reason why youtch can see both texts and see the exact same sequence, the exact same words, the exact same letters after the others, projecting the idea of 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 y7s. youtch remember. it seems like i am living a moment that happened before. or maybe not.
z3b sent me a message 'do you know what happened to y7s?'
i am alert now. y7s is supposed to be well, the baby is supposed to be born.
i reply “do we have a new baby in this world?”
you wouldn’t believe me if i tell you, but i am going to tell you and you must believe me. the baby is not born yet, he’s still missing a few months. but she’s dead. connected to a machine, the only reason why she wasn’t already disconnected is the fact we are all waiting the baby to be born.
unbelievable. now you surprised me. an awful surprise.
she had an accident, emergencies worked well enough, everything was provided on time, but collision factors were hard enough to make her have a plain encephalogram. no chance of life without machine. there she is, waiting. waiting the baby to be born.
i am going there immediately.
we meet there.
him on the left side, i am on the right side, she is beautiful as ever. i can’t hold tears anymore. sorry, i can’t.
my reaction is immediate. he poisoned her. i want to punch him in the stomach but the fact is, what he did had no consequences after all. if she knew what happened, she would agree, the baby has a chance of surviving, and her destiny had a different and unexpected end.
and i read his mind. he knew it all this time. after all he only poisoned her because he knew she was already destined to die before the reaction takes place.
i knew from the beginning he was different of us, but this is too much. future, past, he knows all.
my dear x0p, believe me: this baby is our future. you need to focus. he’s going to change the universe.
is it possible?
is it possible for a human to change an universe? or are you mentioning only the human traces on the universe?
that brings us again to a virtual world where everything happens without happening.
but what can we expect from the real world, if there is no one there to call it real?
i am lost again in my thoughts, z3b smiles to me, i know what you are thinking, he says, but you don't have to worry with him. he's not the first one, but this is the first one we are going to control since the moment he is born.
i wasn't thinking about the baby, you know? i am thinking about y7s.
have faith, my friend. it's just one of her lives.
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quinta-feira, 4 de agosto de 2011
THEN11t0804
(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)
for the first time since the beginning of this story, we are going ahead, immediately to the end of it. instead of following the path started once, the journey begins from the end of the story, trying to find the middle of the story somewhere, where we were once.
we just hope youtch continue with us, if you are the kind of person who doesn't want to see a movie or read a book when youtch already know the end of the story, try to think of it as if the middle is in fact the end, the end of the story is naturally in this case the middle and the middle or the journey if youtch prefer, is the end in it. or if youtch prefer, there is no formal end. but considering this is an everending story, let's try to end it right now for those of youtch who prefer to go to the end without looking at the journey.
and thinking of it as an everending story, it's called the first one because it's not the only one. youtch don't know where are the others, and to be true i don't know either, but if we think of everything as a story, some story must be the first one, and with so many trying to be the first, we can't relate any story with the others, imagine by example we are starting 1 million stories at the same time, how can we classify them all putting on all of them an event classifying the first and the last?
or do we find differences on all the stories, some are different from the others because some come first than others?
but if they all come on the exact same moment, which one is the first?
maybe it's not important to classify by date.
parallel events may occur, differentiated by interest.
but as usual, this is not part of the story.
and to be true, the story should have started with once upon a time.
and today it ends.
and the end starts here.
once upon a time there was a guy who decided he was superior to the other guys. but thinking on his superiority, he decided he could dispose of life at his will. living on a society created by the other guys, including himself, he no longer considered the society created by the other guys and himself a perfect society. then he decided to be against society. the interesting part is the fact this guy decided not to be part of the society, but decided also to continue living with the good things provided by society.
joe, x0p and 4 met him on an audience and they went to the beach together. x0p couldn't go swim, only joe and 4.
joe, 4 and this guy went inside the water. cold.
joe was the first one to throw water to this guy.
- hey! it's cold
4 decided to do the same.
and this guy thought about society - should i build another society, can i throw water back to them or should i run away as fast as i can? - he says.
4 read his thoughts and told him:
- relax. we are all going to a fireplace and we decide it playing cards.
(the end? or is it possible to start lerrnstory 2?)
this guy replies - do you mean cards(1) or cards(2)?
(1) cards - letters
(2) cards - game
x0p hears the question and shouts:
- letters(3) or letters(4)?
(3) letters - written to be sent on a post-office
(4) letters - of the alphabet
4 shouts - are you talking to me? are you talking to me?
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for the first time since the beginning of this story, we are going ahead, immediately to the end of it. instead of following the path started once, the journey begins from the end of the story, trying to find the middle of the story somewhere, where we were once.
we just hope youtch continue with us, if you are the kind of person who doesn't want to see a movie or read a book when youtch already know the end of the story, try to think of it as if the middle is in fact the end, the end of the story is naturally in this case the middle and the middle or the journey if youtch prefer, is the end in it. or if youtch prefer, there is no formal end. but considering this is an everending story, let's try to end it right now for those of youtch who prefer to go to the end without looking at the journey.
and thinking of it as an everending story, it's called the first one because it's not the only one. youtch don't know where are the others, and to be true i don't know either, but if we think of everything as a story, some story must be the first one, and with so many trying to be the first, we can't relate any story with the others, imagine by example we are starting 1 million stories at the same time, how can we classify them all putting on all of them an event classifying the first and the last?
or do we find differences on all the stories, some are different from the others because some come first than others?
but if they all come on the exact same moment, which one is the first?
maybe it's not important to classify by date.
parallel events may occur, differentiated by interest.
but as usual, this is not part of the story.
and to be true, the story should have started with once upon a time.
and today it ends.
and the end starts here.
once upon a time there was a guy who decided he was superior to the other guys. but thinking on his superiority, he decided he could dispose of life at his will. living on a society created by the other guys, including himself, he no longer considered the society created by the other guys and himself a perfect society. then he decided to be against society. the interesting part is the fact this guy decided not to be part of the society, but decided also to continue living with the good things provided by society.
joe, x0p and 4 met him on an audience and they went to the beach together. x0p couldn't go swim, only joe and 4.
joe, 4 and this guy went inside the water. cold.
joe was the first one to throw water to this guy.
- hey! it's cold
4 decided to do the same.
and this guy thought about society - should i build another society, can i throw water back to them or should i run away as fast as i can? - he says.
4 read his thoughts and told him:
- relax. we are all going to a fireplace and we decide it playing cards.
(the end? or is it possible to start lerrnstory 2?)
this guy replies - do you mean cards(1) or cards(2)?
(1) cards - letters
(2) cards - game
x0p hears the question and shouts:
- letters(3) or letters(4)?
(3) letters - written to be sent on a post-office
(4) letters - of the alphabet
4 shouts - are you talking to me? are you talking to me?
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