Two noteworthy things to report. Well, three. I've moved my Church completely into the city. Yessireebob, Blue is all set up and established in this new locale! I'm in a public space, but as I said earlier, the ram-people seem incapable of anger or agitation; they wait around to use the terminal, and when I don't budge, they leave. The sight of me, and of my little HQ, does not move them at all. They're part of the program, part of the idea-world. Pretty mobile screensavers.
So that doesn't count as noteworthy, not so much as what I'm about to report.
I have seen the Creator. The dude who dreamt up this place, or programmed it, or whatever. I decided that I had to see him, despite the risk. I wanted to see the face behind Nerdvana. Don't worry, I was not reckless; I planned things out, came up with things to do in case something went all wrong. Worst-case scenario, he would see me and see that I was OTHER, an outsider. If that happened....I would run. Disconnect. Force myself to go awhile without access to Nerdvana, then make careful approaches to return, see if the coast was clear.
He did not see me. I cautiously followed the signs, looked for the increasing real-ness of the world that gave away his position. I found him in a sunny plaza lined with ferns, floating on some kind of retarded pleasure barge in the midst of a large pool, surrounded by nearly-nude ram-people. He was....well, thankfully, he was not a fat nerdy manchild covered in zits and fried chicken grease. I was prepared for the worst example of humanity that nerd culture had to offer. But no, he just looked....average. Some dude. Late twenties, dark brown hair, weak chin. He wore a T-shirt and swim trunks. He was clearly enjoying himself, basking in the spoilage of the ram-people, who obviously revered him. I watched this man from my hiding place and wondered: how did you make all this? How was the ability to create an idea-world handed to you? And why can't you come up with anything more original than this mishmash of fantasy tropes?
Dunno if Blue was disappointed or relieved. It's nice, I must admit, knowing the face of the person whose world I am squatting in. I never saw the creator of the first idea-world, but I'm sure he (or she) saw me, and booted me from the world.
The second thing of note: I'm thinking about actually trying to interact with the ram-people. It's gotten to the point where I recognize a few of them, individuals who come by my Church regularly. I wonder....can I talk to them? Would they understand English? Are they just blank avatars, or could I make out actual personalities?
I am..... curious. I hope curiosity does not kill the Blue.
--Blue Was Here
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