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[Blood_Librarian]

You Exist.

What happens now?

[Egan_BW]

We have no stated desires or abilities, so let's go with "nothing" until more information is provided.

[Glass]

Determine what our capabilities are.

[Blood_Librarian]

We have no stated desires or abilities, so let's go with "nothing" until more information is provided.

A boring box is made around you, just made by instinct.

Determine what our capabilities are.

It seems that I, We, Whoever they are can make a box around ourselves. It's pretty small. Maybe we can do something else?

[Egan_BW]

Why would we do such a thing? It seems that doing things is about as enjoyable as just staying here, eternally. Is this thing which we are capable of boredom?

[Blood_Librarian]

Why would we do such a thing? It seems that doing things is about as enjoyable as just staying here, eternally. Is this thing which we are capable of boredom?

"Because... Because I wanted to be spiteful to you?"

The Box shatters, and the frozen chunks of Hydrogen slowly drift away.



"Doing something is better then nothing at all."

[Egan_BW]

"That is not objectively true."

[Glass]

So, what do you want to do?

[Puppyguard]

_{Wait a second, isn't this a clone of you're a dot?}
Make a fork.

[Blood_Librarian]

"That is not objectively true."

As they/we/I begin to radiate heat, some of the frozen chunks of Hydrogen partially melt.

"I don't understand! Why-why-why? Do you have some sick depravity towards doing nothing?"

So, what do you want to do?

"I feel like... Change. something permanent. Bigger."

Something echoes, beyond the small box, and beyond the boundaries of black, and it shifts. Them/Us/Me falls, tremoring as the surroundings change, permanently. Like L&lead slabs splashing into the ocean, waves fall through the black until it seems changed.

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_{Wait a second, isn't this a clone of you're a dot? not it aint its speshul}
Make a fork.

Poof.

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A Crudely made fork forms, radiating a small amount of heat, and copious amounts of cast iron shavings begin drifting, in all directions.

[Glass]

Let's not continue copying all the other dot games. Seriously, Puppyguard.

Anyway, Mr. Dot, would you like... this?
Creates a large ant farm.

[Puppyguard]

I just wanted to see if it would actually work.
Reform the fork into a magnifying glass, so we can see the ants in the farm.
There's no light here, so they won't burn up.

[Egan_BW]

"Do you have a sick obsession with doing things? I simply wonder what the reason is we do these things, why will you not answer?"

[Glass]

Egan, please don't. :|

[Egan_BW]

I do as I wish. All paths have merit.