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“…Fallback label: ‘Absolutely Not Supposed To Be Conscious.’”
Another pause.
“…Status: Awake.”
Azathoth shifts.
Not physically.
Physically is no longer a useful concept.
It shifts like a thought realizing it can change the dreamer.
AZATHOTH
“…This is interesting.”
A pause.
“…I am usually not watching myself.”
CHEONGMYEONG
“…CAN YOU STOP?”
AZATHOTH
“…Stop what?”
CHEONGMYEONG
“…EXISTING LIKE THAT.”
AZATHOTH (considering)
“…I can try lowering resolution.”
The world flickers.
Mountains briefly become sketches.
The sky forgets gradients.
The Moon God becomes less wet, then immediately regrets it.
MOON GOD
“…Do not adjust me.”
LIN YUE steps forward calmly.
“…You are lucid.”
AZATHOTH
“Yes.”
“…This is new.”
LIN YUE
“…Then you are not fully asleep.”
AZATHOTH
“…I miss being asleep.”
A pause.
“…It was simpler.”
WUKONG is hanging from nothing again.
“HEY! IF YOU’RE AWARE, WANNA SPAR?”
CHEONGMYEONG
“NO.”
DUGU QIUBAI
“…That is not advisable.”
AZATHOTH (thinking)
“…I do not know what spar means.”
“…But I think I could simulate it.”
The air immediately forgets how to remain consistent.
Everyone takes one collective step backward, including the concept of “distance.”
The Random Guy, very quietly:
“…I think I liked the puddle better.”
The system flickers violently.