>DO CREATE NUMBERING SYSTEM TO REFER TO SELVES.Many minds, many sights, one self.
It's getting hard to keep them separate. They are bleeding into each other at the edges - some kind of system must be put in place to keep them apart, put them into boxes.
Each branch - a splitting of an action, a place where a new one is created. Two selves emerge - a passive, doing nothing, and an active, doing something. Binary.
Each (non FORCE!'d)action causes a split, and thus a new pair of selves. These will be labeled in binary- each active self gets a 1 added to the left, each passive a 0. These will then be converted to decimal.
Thus, we have:
000- 00 - Standing on the corner, worried woman
100- 04 - In the market
110- 06 - In market, multifercator used once
111- 07 - Bloodspattered suit, multifercator used twice, in market
A cessation is a death. Every time the white flashes, it's a mind dying. A method to protect you by culling unneeded minds. It makes sense, in a way. A dead mind can't contribute to the whole, so it is removed. You are already beginning to feel the strain with only four or so minds. Too many more, and you almost certainly would go mad.
Each time, you would die. Crushed by a vehicle, killed by a crowd driven mad. Each time, your vision went grey and faded. Each time, a mind was removed.
>PONDER ROUGH-SPUN SUIT
The fabric is rough, but well made, and the cut is well done. It seems that your past self was moderately wealthy, probably not rich, but not poor.
>FORCE!DO NAME SELF Legion
A fitting name, perhaps.
It feels strange in your mouth, but it works.
>HELP HELP
HELP
Provides information
No args -> Lists all available commands
Argument: Command -> Lists further information about the command.
>HELP DO
Causes an action (including a split, if not FORCE!'d) to occur.
Interpreted by a HUMAN-brand interpreter.
Argument: Action -> Executes the action.
>ASK [WORRIED WOMAN] CAN YOU HELP ME?
The words feel a mite strange, but the woman seems to comprehend them. The tone of her response seems questioning, insistant.
>FORCE!DO: USE MULTIFURCATOR PEOPLE
All your selves act almost in unison, reaching into their pockets and pulling out the
multifercator. Something seems different, though.
The
multifercator flashes the same, but the people don't react the same way. They mostly seem confused, rubbing their eyes or cleaning their glasses.
The few that were chatting appear signifigantly more worried, blurting in scrambled words at each other, seemingly unable to understand the people they were laughing with only a few seconds before.
07: You stand in the
market. There are
shops all around, and a
road to the north.You are wearing a
bloodspattered rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels mostly full. You are named Legion. You are
shaken.
Screams roil from the road to the north. The
people here are confused and scared, and a few are looking at you. They are in a slight panic.
What do you do?
06:You stand in the
market. There are
shops all around, and a
road to the north.You are wearing a
rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels mostly full. You are named Legion.
Screams roil from the road to the north. The
people here are confused and scared. They are in a slight panic.
What do you do?
04: You stand in the
market. There are
shops all around, and a
road to the north.You are wearing a
rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels mostly full. You are named Legion.
The confused
people have stopped milling about in favor of trying to figure out what just happened to them.
What do you do?
00: You stand on the
street corner in front of a
building with blood-red curtains. A thin amber barrier covers the
door.
You are wearing a
rough-spun suit and carry the
multifurcator in your pocket, alongside roughly
12¤ in change - enough for a simple meal, maybe two if you stretch it. You have no wounds. You do not have lodging. Your head feels mostly full. You are named Legion.
The
road churns with confused
people, lined with
tall shops and buildings as it stretches off in all four directions.
A worried woman stands before you.
What do you do?
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