-- tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --
EB: rose, i have a question, and i am in a hurry! EB: so hurry up and answer!!! TT: Did you know your planet was on fire? EB: oh. EB: it is? TT: Yes. It makes a good light for reading, actually. EB: ok, haha, that's a confusing thing you said, but that topic will have to wait! EB: jade is minutes away from entering, and i need to decide what to do with this kernel sprite. EB: i really don't want to mess up and do something stupid. EB: i was thinking about not prototyping at all, to not give the monsters any new powers. EB: what do you think, rose? EB: i thought i'd ask since you seem to know all the mysteries. TT: Yes, I do seem to be shadowed by each mystery and its somber cortege of riddles, don't I? EB: yes. EB: that is exactly what i was going to say. TT: First of all, I should preface this conversation by saying I know exactly what you and Jade are going to do. EB: um... EB: ok? TT: The more of our future I've been allowed to see, the more I'm presented with a challenge I'm not very comfortable with. TT: The trolls have tipped us off about what's to come without any regard for the consequences, as appears to be their nature. TT: But maybe that's why it's worked for them. TT: Maybe their indiscretion mingles with the cosmic noise that is the fabric of temporal uncertainty. EB: bluhhhhhh... EB: rose, tick tick tick!!! TT: Sorry, John. TT: I'm just nervous about it. TT: About whether telling you what you definitely will or won't do will alter a predetermined outcome. TT: The result would be a splintered timeline, and we would all be sentenced to eventual oblivion. TT: I'm presently optimistic this has not happened yet, and this is still the alpha timeline. I'd like to keep it that way. EB: oh, wow. EB: you mean like when i died in another dimension, because terezi hornswoggled me? TT: Yes, sort of. TT: It isn't much fun, John. EB: what's not? TT: Living for months in an offshoot reality, waiting for the curtain to drop. EB: oh, ok, i see. EB: well, uh... EB: is there anything you can tell me? TT: Hmm. TT: I guess I can permit myself to tell you this, somewhat definitively. EB: what? TT: Failing to prototype the kernel is the absolute worst thing that you could possibly do. TT: Like, ever. EB: oh no! TT: We would come into possession of all the disasters. TT: Exhaustive possession. Monopolization, in fact. EB: then i guess i will not do that. EB: why is it so bad? TT: Because the battlefield will not be able to heal, and then transform. TT: It will not reach the stage which allows it to become ready to receive our universe. EB: but... EB: i thought you said it wasn't going to be able to make a universe anyway? EB: wasn't it barren or something? TT: Yes. EB: so why is it important? TT: Because if it does not reach this stage, we will not be able to recover the treasure hidden in its core. TT: Which is to say, TT: You will not be able to recover it. TT: When you go to sleep again. EB: OHHHHHH. EB: why didn't you say so, of course the answer is treasure. TT: Yes. This is the treasure that will give us hope. TT: But only if it comes into being in the first place. EB: what is the treasure exactly? TT: John, what is that sound? EB: what sound? TT: It seems to be a ticking noise. EB: aaaahh! EB: yeah, i've got to go. we can chat about treasure later. EB: anyway, i will sort out this prototyping silliness myself. EB: thanks rose!