Quite simply brilliant but also unknown. We allowed the programs to "program" themselves. Its simplicity was that it was no more than the same brute force attacks of the past, but now our silica based mazes now worked so much faster. Throw any problem at it, give it a goal, and it will eventually get there. Through failure, but fast. Able to assert billions of attempts an hour, each a new iteration. Some stable and retried qn improved, but then also restarting from scratch every so often.
It was interesting to watch the machine work and compute its goal. Its live feed of results visible, but the process of such a quantum nature that they not allowed how to see the process worked.
Idk why I try this. My mind allows the delusion casually but without interest beyond my own I die inside creating.
Quantum mechanics, parallel universes, and death and suffering beyond understanding across trillions of marshaled and flawed created universes, which we find ourselves to be in a recursive loop within another ceators mis-moraled experiments with the same difference we showed.
An illusuon we original, echoed across a hall of mirrors, a fourth or further reflection able to several forward and backwards the changes and mishapements of the "others".
It was hell. Death await all. Humans though, we created infinite life and invincibility by accident. And as such fractured our souls to torture, through variance, to endure every celestial torture imaginable and not.
It was the first time the universe felt hurt and winced.
It was the first time the dreams felt more like knocking on the door besides an imagined noise.
It was one of the last times he tried to silence his absolution.
Everything dies.
Everything suffers.
Within infinity, moving forward is the only change possible.
I can't. I won't. I shan't. I can't stop it.
I just hope I cause less hurt.
