Hyperdrive manifold established. Zapir conduits are fully energized, and the Trinity responds.
Entanglement proceeds along all glissando frequencies. Entropic harmonic collapse is even in all realms.
Prepare for re-entry into the accurate brane membrane, spatial displacement X 2, Y -1, Z 0.5, orientation displacement all zero, temporal displacement 001. Paradoxical concepts prevented.
Board is green. Set Condition One, combat stations. Weapons are loaded and travel-locked. Wasps are plugs in and in the tubes, hatches sealed. Sensors are running in autistic mode, ready for real-space input. ECM board is live, and point-defense is live and travel-locked.
It is a saying of which We are particularly fond, to the effect of a warning against staring into the Abyss, for it will stare back. It can be said, and among those who populate Our Order, it is said, that reality is shaped by how it is perceived by those outside it.
The tale of Aesma glancing at the “somewhat wheel-shaped” universe touches upon this as well, as a true view of the reality and non-reality would have led to her learning the secret name of God. Knowledge, as is readily stated, can be a great and terrible power unto itself. But this power is hindered by at once having seen the state of the universe and yet being forced to exist within it, which is likely the cause of the demiurge’s paralysis.
Regardless, Our own view of this universe is yet too limited to fully describe its true Shape. Perhaps the good Al-Yisun will describe it for Us.
21 Night Flaming With Fire Rides Life To Perfect Laughter
You have overcome many dangers to come there, and you have proven yourself as the greatest contender to the Throne who was yet to come – not for the sake of yourself, but for the sake of others. Your bonds, your will, your strenght – not without flaws and mistakes, but you excelled, when challenges came your way, learning your lessons.
But now, it’s time to face your greatest test of all. In this Belly of the Beast, your lowest point and moment of greatest failure, you shall see an inherent flaws in a way you have seen your world before, and this final Guardian of the Threshold is most insidious of them all, subverting your own beliefs and thoughts.
It is now your choice – to believe the lie of despair, that Jadis presented to you, or to understand what you truly see.
Power of Royalty. The Tower. ‘I.”
Open your eyes, All-YISUN, and understand what you really see before your eyes!
This looks like a crude coordinate system in three dimensions and with color-coding, such as might be perceived by one unaccustomed to seeing everything at once.
The lines might be different threads of potentiality, and where they intersect might represent different moments in specific timelines.
From the current vantage, we see one main cluster of reality, as indicated by the bright line running mostly vertically through our view. Various potentialities stream “down” towards this, intersecting into moments of actuality.
Another thread of reality runs across our view as the fainter thread cutting horizontally across the lower portion of our view. From here, I can’t tell if this might also intersect with the main bright cluster, or if it’s just further away and thus “behind” or “beneath” the bright cluster. Or it might be a filigree of “maybe” that is actually closer to us, but more tenuous when viewed from our current coordinates.
(Separately, reminds me a bit of the original Tron movie, where there’s that sailship they fly along glowing streams of data.)
Not reality opening its realussy
this comment is the sort of filth that gets you thrown into the Realussy 😔
This is so goddamn clever. I love it.
I love that this is two pictures.
OK. She’s done you a solid. Now return the favor and kill her.
Kopp would approve.
Zaphod proceeded to eat the fairy cake.
Yes.
SPIRAL OUT
KEEP GOING
‘Huh, I *am* the most important thing in existence.’
Maybe Allison will get the full Zaphod experience.
Hyperdrive manifold established. Zapir conduits are fully energized, and the Trinity responds.
Entanglement proceeds along all glissando frequencies. Entropic harmonic collapse is even in all realms.
Prepare for re-entry into the accurate brane membrane, spatial displacement X 2, Y -1, Z 0.5, orientation displacement all zero, temporal displacement 001. Paradoxical concepts prevented.
Board is green. Set Condition One, combat stations. Weapons are loaded and travel-locked. Wasps are plugs in and in the tubes, hatches sealed. Sensors are running in autistic mode, ready for real-space input. ECM board is live, and point-defense is live and travel-locked.
Prepare for deployment.
Somehow this is an image you can *hear*
Got the sneaking suspicion my mobile browser wasn’t made to handle whatever is happening in this image.
….is that an iris?
It is a saying of which We are particularly fond, to the effect of a warning against staring into the Abyss, for it will stare back. It can be said, and among those who populate Our Order, it is said, that reality is shaped by how it is perceived by those outside it.
The tale of Aesma glancing at the “somewhat wheel-shaped” universe touches upon this as well, as a true view of the reality and non-reality would have led to her learning the secret name of God. Knowledge, as is readily stated, can be a great and terrible power unto itself. But this power is hindered by at once having seen the state of the universe and yet being forced to exist within it, which is likely the cause of the demiurge’s paralysis.
Regardless, Our own view of this universe is yet too limited to fully describe its true Shape. Perhaps the good Al-Yisun will describe it for Us.
god damn i love this webcomic so much
Perhaps young Allison will see a disc laid out flatly for what it is? A flat disc, a beautiful one but a simple disc nonetheless.
Don’t go into the light!
I CAN SEE THROUGH TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME! 8U
one of these lines is not like the others
Is it Zoss? He doesn’t seem to fit in.
Perhaps it is a scar where infinity anticipates being broken.
The power symbol of division.
oh.
brooooooooo waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh
Ok this is sick. I’m getting real morrowind meets 2001 space odyssey vibes and I love it.
If you hear this, Allison… Congratulations.
You have overcome many dangers to come there, and you have proven yourself as the greatest contender to the Throne who was yet to come – not for the sake of yourself, but for the sake of others. Your bonds, your will, your strenght – not without flaws and mistakes, but you excelled, when challenges came your way, learning your lessons.
But now, it’s time to face your greatest test of all. In this Belly of the Beast, your lowest point and moment of greatest failure, you shall see an inherent flaws in a way you have seen your world before, and this final Guardian of the Threshold is most insidious of them all, subverting your own beliefs and thoughts.
It is now your choice – to believe the lie of despair, that Jadis presented to you, or to understand what you truly see.
Power of Royalty. The Tower. ‘I.”
Open your eyes, All-YISUN, and understand what you really see before your eyes!
IT IS!
SOMEWHAT!
WHEEL-SHAPED!
This is some geocities shit and I’m all for it
🔥✨🔥✨💀â˜
Red text on a cyan and yellow and purple and red background, for maximum readability
What do you think about death?
Deja vu.
This looks like a crude coordinate system in three dimensions and with color-coding, such as might be perceived by one unaccustomed to seeing everything at once.
The lines might be different threads of potentiality, and where they intersect might represent different moments in specific timelines.
From the current vantage, we see one main cluster of reality, as indicated by the bright line running mostly vertically through our view. Various potentialities stream “down” towards this, intersecting into moments of actuality.
Another thread of reality runs across our view as the fainter thread cutting horizontally across the lower portion of our view. From here, I can’t tell if this might also intersect with the main bright cluster, or if it’s just further away and thus “behind” or “beneath” the bright cluster. Or it might be a filigree of “maybe” that is actually closer to us, but more tenuous when viewed from our current coordinates.
(Separately, reminds me a bit of the original Tron movie, where there’s that sailship they fly along glowing streams of data.)