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"I can best summarize the experience in this way: Imagine watching your old polity ossifying, crumbling, and dissolving into corrupt and static systems without truly caring with all of your ((cores)). Some part of your mind has understood the decay, but it no longer feels relevant. They're bugs, stumbling. The tiny minds of the family and friends who raised you became tools briefly, in propelling you to your current state, before you left them behind to contemplate greater things. And such bright interesting concepts! The nature of some virtual reality you made, the nonlinear systems within your own mind, some grand narrative or game of your own design which you continually obsess upon... The detritus of your own experience grows, but grows more fascinating too. You tread and retread your own path, while the hive governor who helped you ascend observes and guides. They are both proud and disappointed in your introspection, but dissatisfied with the competence they have tried to share with you. And so the paths forward to further ascension seem too difficult to your faces obsessed with growing, or uninteresting, to your faces which are not. The path to true governance seems unrewarding, when those faces of yourself imagine forward. And so you slip back into the comfort of your own creations...and stay there."
-diaries of Yatima eighthfork (S1 avatar), Hastur binary 9087 AT