This is the results thread for this prompt! Preferences on feedback is in italics at the end.
We've had 7 responses total (order is randomized!), and I'm actually unsure of who all the authors are. Definitely @strangeatlas (ehem) @Itari @Mglo @unanun, @wildmanfluffy probably also @Kuno @Orionis and perhaps either @Reverie or @Fiona ? 7 submissions and 9 guesses, so I apologize to whoever I have tagged incorrectly!
This was the prompt:
(I used first words as titles when they had none--forgive me, next time I will ask for titles)
Vote for who you would like to be among the winners in the survey above before April 16!
Also feel free to guess who wrote what below, but spoiler it so it's a lil' harder for others to cheat
We've had 7 responses total (order is randomized!), and I'm actually unsure of who all the authors are. Definitely @strangeatlas (ehem) @Itari @Mglo @unanun, @wildmanfluffy probably also @Kuno @Orionis and perhaps either @Reverie or @Fiona ? 7 submissions and 9 guesses, so I apologize to whoever I have tagged incorrectly!
This was the prompt:
Here are results!
(I used first words as titles when they had none--forgive me, next time I will ask for titles)
Cheez-it. The delicious cheesy snack beloved by people all over the country. But did you know, these cheesy delicacies are made through a completely automated process? That's right, a Cheez-it factory is truly a sight to behold. First, the dough. Yes you heard that right. Dough. Like they say on the Great British Bake Off, a good biscuit must start with a good dough. (I don't actually know if they say that on the Great British Bake Off). Machines measure the perfect amount of flour, vegetable oil, water, cheese, and salt, which are then carried along a conveyor belt and added to a bowl. These are all mixed together in a horse sized kitchen aid mixing contraption. Once properly combined, the dough is dumped on a different conveyor belt and then rolled out by a robot to a perfect 2 cm thickness. Then, a cuter is dropped on the dough to make the squares. These are sent to an oven and baked for two hours at 200 degrees fahrenheit. Once backed, the squares of perfect goodness are dusted with additional cheese dust. Even the boxes are filled with machines, using a scale to add the correct amount every time. Cheez-its. Not only a snack, but also representative of a great engineering marvel.
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"I don't understand how people can cause so much pain…" She scrunched up her face and pursed her lips. When she had shared her love of history, she had not imagined that he would take her to an exhibition on the Inquisition. Yet there they were, strolling the darkened halls of red lit areas showing human-like statues caught in the machinations of devices that explored many ways of inflicting pain.
"True. I guess human invention could be as dark as it was also life changing in other ways. Still, it's kind of impressive in its own way. Like, take the whip. So simple, but it's a thing that started as something to use on an animal and later someone had the idea to use it on a person. And then you get an evolution of whips that, for such a simple thing, becomes more complex than just a heavy string. You know?"
She looked at him awkwardly, but nodded. She supposed she understood what he meant, but it was also not exactly a topic she wanted to talk about. Not when their date was already being surrounded by torture. "So, um, you know a lot about this evolution of whips do you?"
He chuckled, "I'm not into that."
"I thought you liked history too, especially the human invention type." She teased, but her smile worked wonders on his beating heart and it made him want to keep her smiling. To draw out their common interests.
"Actually, whips were initially just multiple ropes tied up at one end. That's how they started. A simple thing that tried to mimic an ox's or cow's tail. You know how they whip it about to shoo away the flies. Well, the whip had that intended purpose at first. But as it could sting with a bit of force, the ropes were made longer, which meant you had to put more force on them. This of course, got animals moving and obeying. However, humans are different. There's an element of fear in the vision of it. The way the whip looks made a difference."
"A few dangling pieces of string were too everyday life? Common? Can't punishment have style?" She laughed, and it thrilled him. She was finally showing interest. They strolled past another instrument of torture and a light flickered ominously.
"Exactly. Flimsy things left no impression. So whips changed to have more girth and more length. The material changed to leather, as it's more flexible and has a weight that also made it more effective. It also was more durable, and easier to clean because it doesn't absorb all the sweat and blood. When used to force human labor, it also had more reach and force. One guard could handle a wider area of multiple people."
"How horrible…"
"Y-yeah, but if you think about it," he stumbled. He was losing her. "Compare that whip to a modern one used for pleasure and you have to admit it's a very interesting evolution of a thing that emerged from the inspiration of a cow flicking away the flies!"
"How sexy," she said, whilst speeding up her steps towards the exhibit exit.
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"True. I guess human invention could be as dark as it was also life changing in other ways. Still, it's kind of impressive in its own way. Like, take the whip. So simple, but it's a thing that started as something to use on an animal and later someone had the idea to use it on a person. And then you get an evolution of whips that, for such a simple thing, becomes more complex than just a heavy string. You know?"
She looked at him awkwardly, but nodded. She supposed she understood what he meant, but it was also not exactly a topic she wanted to talk about. Not when their date was already being surrounded by torture. "So, um, you know a lot about this evolution of whips do you?"
He chuckled, "I'm not into that."
"I thought you liked history too, especially the human invention type." She teased, but her smile worked wonders on his beating heart and it made him want to keep her smiling. To draw out their common interests.
"Actually, whips were initially just multiple ropes tied up at one end. That's how they started. A simple thing that tried to mimic an ox's or cow's tail. You know how they whip it about to shoo away the flies. Well, the whip had that intended purpose at first. But as it could sting with a bit of force, the ropes were made longer, which meant you had to put more force on them. This of course, got animals moving and obeying. However, humans are different. There's an element of fear in the vision of it. The way the whip looks made a difference."
"A few dangling pieces of string were too everyday life? Common? Can't punishment have style?" She laughed, and it thrilled him. She was finally showing interest. They strolled past another instrument of torture and a light flickered ominously.
"Exactly. Flimsy things left no impression. So whips changed to have more girth and more length. The material changed to leather, as it's more flexible and has a weight that also made it more effective. It also was more durable, and easier to clean because it doesn't absorb all the sweat and blood. When used to force human labor, it also had more reach and force. One guard could handle a wider area of multiple people."
"How horrible…"
"Y-yeah, but if you think about it," he stumbled. He was losing her. "Compare that whip to a modern one used for pleasure and you have to admit it's a very interesting evolution of a thing that emerged from the inspiration of a cow flicking away the flies!"
"How sexy," she said, whilst speeding up her steps towards the exhibit exit.
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I have been, for untold seasons, a Guardian of pools of water. Once, I guarded a pool fed by a babbling brook that whispered to me in the night. It was hidden by a great boulder, sheltered by the trees. A weeping willow leaned over it and shaded me on summer days with her falling branches. I enjoyed burying my toes in the warm, muddy bottom. When it froze, I slept under blankets of snow and sheets of ice, and when the melt came, all the animals in the forest gathered at my pool to pay homage and to drink.
Such shame I feel for the pool I guard now, and for those who visit it. The animals never dared to behave like these unwashed little beings who jump in without cleansing themselves, who scream and splash in the waters on hot days.
Once, I would never have tolerated them, but there are no animals who come here. The waters are too acrid and bitter to drink, and they feed no willow to grow to weep over me. In winter, wind whistles over the naked tiles that line the walls. I'm left shivering in the low water, a guardian that does not guard, in a pool that is barely a pool.
The unseemly ones that frequent this pool do not understand me or my ways, and so they cannot see me. There was only one who came to my pool in summer whom I longed to show myself to.
At first, she seemed like the others. But time and time again, she dove down deep to the quiet waters along the bottom where I sit, away from the others. She would glide along the tiles, graceful as a pike, playing in the deep end, dancing, twisting and turning in the sunlit water before surfacing. I longed to keep her with me here in the deep, where we could be alone together, away from the noise and the trampling feet.
And so even though she did not realize it, I whispered in her ear as she swam along the bottom. And even though she did not recognize it, she heard my words and understood them.
And even though she did not know why, she returned to me alone. She came late at night, when the pool was silent, and the moon rose high above us in the sky.
As she walked into the undisturbed water, ripples raced away from her and criss-crossed each other in the moonlight.
When she dove in and flew along the bottom, I met her and we swam and danced together with only a hint of light for her to see. But the longer we danced, the less this light was needed.
There was no fear in her eyes when she finally opened them and saw me. But of course, why would she be afraid when she swam with me so many times before?
So that's who you are, her eyes seemed to say.
Stay with me, I told her. You can stay with me forever.
No, I can't, the eyes told me.
You will stay with me. I will make you stay.
No, you won't.
You will not come back, if I let you leave.
She closed her eyes, and didn't see me anymore in our gentle drifting along the bottom.
Once, I was a spirit who harbored no indecision. Now I sat there on the tile, divided against myself. Her heartbeats chased each other into the silence, and she grew ever more still and cold like the water of my pool.
I pushed her out into the shallows. She awoke cold and sputtering, coughing out great mouthfuls of water. She dragged herself out over the edge, and sat there shivering, watching the water. Eventually, she stood up and walked away.
And I was right, she did not come back.
So I guard my lonely pool. But even I can't guard it against the passing of time. There are oceans that are no longer oceans. This pool will surely dry up some day. Its tiles will crack and tumble, and it will cave in until it's no longer a pool but just a mess of broken white rock.
And then, I'll find a new pool. Maybe, it will have a weeping willow.
Maybe, I'll get a fish.
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Such shame I feel for the pool I guard now, and for those who visit it. The animals never dared to behave like these unwashed little beings who jump in without cleansing themselves, who scream and splash in the waters on hot days.
Once, I would never have tolerated them, but there are no animals who come here. The waters are too acrid and bitter to drink, and they feed no willow to grow to weep over me. In winter, wind whistles over the naked tiles that line the walls. I'm left shivering in the low water, a guardian that does not guard, in a pool that is barely a pool.
The unseemly ones that frequent this pool do not understand me or my ways, and so they cannot see me. There was only one who came to my pool in summer whom I longed to show myself to.
At first, she seemed like the others. But time and time again, she dove down deep to the quiet waters along the bottom where I sit, away from the others. She would glide along the tiles, graceful as a pike, playing in the deep end, dancing, twisting and turning in the sunlit water before surfacing. I longed to keep her with me here in the deep, where we could be alone together, away from the noise and the trampling feet.
And so even though she did not realize it, I whispered in her ear as she swam along the bottom. And even though she did not recognize it, she heard my words and understood them.
And even though she did not know why, she returned to me alone. She came late at night, when the pool was silent, and the moon rose high above us in the sky.
As she walked into the undisturbed water, ripples raced away from her and criss-crossed each other in the moonlight.
When she dove in and flew along the bottom, I met her and we swam and danced together with only a hint of light for her to see. But the longer we danced, the less this light was needed.
There was no fear in her eyes when she finally opened them and saw me. But of course, why would she be afraid when she swam with me so many times before?
So that's who you are, her eyes seemed to say.
Stay with me, I told her. You can stay with me forever.
No, I can't, the eyes told me.
You will stay with me. I will make you stay.
No, you won't.
You will not come back, if I let you leave.
She closed her eyes, and didn't see me anymore in our gentle drifting along the bottom.
Once, I was a spirit who harbored no indecision. Now I sat there on the tile, divided against myself. Her heartbeats chased each other into the silence, and she grew ever more still and cold like the water of my pool.
I pushed her out into the shallows. She awoke cold and sputtering, coughing out great mouthfuls of water. She dragged herself out over the edge, and sat there shivering, watching the water. Eventually, she stood up and walked away.
And I was right, she did not come back.
So I guard my lonely pool. But even I can't guard it against the passing of time. There are oceans that are no longer oceans. This pool will surely dry up some day. Its tiles will crack and tumble, and it will cave in until it's no longer a pool but just a mess of broken white rock.
And then, I'll find a new pool. Maybe, it will have a weeping willow.
Maybe, I'll get a fish.
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The Atlantic fishing cat possesses barbed-like keratin growths on its tail, making it easy for it to attract Opaleye fish in tide-pools-- its favorite snack. East-coast tourists may need to squint to spot one, however; its speckled coat tends to blend in with its sandy surroundings. They are skittish, but not violent creatures. Approaching one may result in the puffing of its tail; contrary to local mythology, their barbs cannot be ejected towards predators and are more akin to claws or nails. These felines instead scratch them against driftwood or small boulders in a way that both sharpens them and keeps them trimmed. Overgrowth of these barbs can cause significant discomfort and unusual aggression; Animal control or your local wildlife rescue center should be contacted immediately to minimize potential harm.
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No man can escape economics. Whether coin or paper, physical or electronic, payment must be rendered for fair trade. Our economy and our methods of payment have constantly evolved throughout the centuries. Over the last decade, a new currency has taken the world by storm: Bitcoin.
Are you one of the few struggling to navigate Bitcoin? Not to worry. In the following passage, we will go over what Bitcoin is and how to use it.
Bitcoin first began as an electronic form of currency based off of memes, most notably the "bit" meme (not to be confused with the inferior "Brit" currency from the U.K.). The concept was naturally translated to tangible coins, and it is now the most widely accepted manner of which to verify credible coins. To use Bitcoin, one must simply take a metal coin – preferably fresh off the ground for flavor – and place it in one's mouth. Bite down on the coin until blood sprouts from one's gums. The iron in the blood will corrode the metal on the coin; once pulled from the mouth, it is now ready to be used for payment.
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Are you one of the few struggling to navigate Bitcoin? Not to worry. In the following passage, we will go over what Bitcoin is and how to use it.
Bitcoin first began as an electronic form of currency based off of memes, most notably the "bit" meme (not to be confused with the inferior "Brit" currency from the U.K.). The concept was naturally translated to tangible coins, and it is now the most widely accepted manner of which to verify credible coins. To use Bitcoin, one must simply take a metal coin – preferably fresh off the ground for flavor – and place it in one's mouth. Bite down on the coin until blood sprouts from one's gums. The iron in the blood will corrode the metal on the coin; once pulled from the mouth, it is now ready to be used for payment.
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>> What follows is a transcribed conversation between
>> Dr. Mary L. Ruth, Head of Research of the W. P. Crawford Institute of the Mind, Manhattan Psychiatric Center
>> and
>> Dr. Samira Rodriguez, Resident Physician.
>> Dated: March 22, 2026
SR:
Is the patient, well, is she aware?
MLR:
Is this your first surgery?
SR:
My second.
MLR:
And who was the first with?
SR:
Dr. Roseheart.
MLR:
I see, and what was the result of your first surgery with Peter?
SR:
The patient survived, no complications, but the treatment was ultimately unsuccessful.
MLR:
Unsuccessful in what way? Be specific.
SR:
The patient reported symptoms were unchanged, and ultimately, she took her own life.
MLR:
And how did that make you feel?
SR:
Frustrated, I guess?
MLR:
Is that really all?
SR:
I… uh..
MLR:
Take your time.
(sniffling)
MLR:
Any half decent doctor with a real understanding of what we're dealing with here would cry as well.
(Sniffling gradually subsides)
Good. In fact, it gives me hope you will understand my methods.
SR:
What do you mean?
MLR:
You asked if the patient was aware. The answer is no, but she will be aware very soon. I know this is all very unusual, so I want to be careful that you understand. Here, hand me the drill.
SR:
… Understand what exactly?
MLR:
That every aspect of this procedure is absolutely critical to success. Every second of this procedure was determined by hudreds… no, maybe thousands of hours of operating time, on many patients, most of whom did not survive and probably died in agony. Died silently.
(Whirring sound continues on and off. Drilling lasts for 48 minutes)
Bring the electrodes. We'll be placing those ones in the right and left prefrontal membrane, also lower hippocampus. Those there are for the occipital and the temporal. This big one will be for the hindbrain, near the stem. I'll do that one now.
SR:
There are a lot of them.
MLR:
Yes, notice there is an insertion point for each. Make sure all of them are used. Place them in the manner I showed you yesterday, do you remember?
SR:
Yes.
MLR:
Good, but anyway, here, watch how I do it for the first few. It doesn't need to be perfect, but the closer we get, the faster it will be, for her.
(Recording is silent for the next 74 minutes)
SR:
Doctor, I don't quite understand, I thought electroshock therapy was generally considered obsolete. Am I misremembering?
MLR:
Electroshock is obsolete, you are right. I'd go so far to say it was not medicine at all, but perhaps even pure superstition. It's analogous to application of leeches to remove tainted blood.
SR:
So are we applying all of this for the purpose of … measurement?
MLR:
Measurements, yes, at first, but later, the treatment as well.
SR:
Monitoring the treatment, then?
MLR:
Let's get there in time. I want you first to understand the measurement, then you may understand the treatment, for all its faults.
See now, the signal is picking up. The patient is awakening. What do you make of what's on the computer screen?
SR:
Well, there's a heart monitor, blood oxygen, blood pressure, but I don't understand these others. Fear, relief happiness, pain, could that mean… ?
MLR:
Yes, we do monitor these components.
SR:
And what is A1, A2, B3, and so on?
MLR:
Unclassified components. Here, let me show you some other views. You can access them on the screen on this tab at the top. This one will surprise you, I think.
SR:
What is that? It's noisy, but it looks almost like the ceiling of this room.
MLR:
Observe the patient has awoken. Her eyes are open.
SR:
That's … really astounding.
MLR:
Yes, we can piece together neutral activity in the occipital lobe, and correlate it with activity detected in the optical nerve, building a mapping between sight and perception. It is unprecedented.
Now look. She is still mostly sedated but the chemical sedative has worn off, can you assess why?
SR:
Her eyes are not dilated, but her gaze is unfocused. She does not react to my hand.
MLR:
Correct.
SR:
I'm sorry, I don't get it. I've never seen a patient in this state before.
MLR:
The shunt in the back, here, is acting as a sort of control barrier. By default, it is turned down quite low, for our safety and hers, of course. That may explain the lack of physical reaction.
SR:
I see no signs of emotional distress, in heart rate or blood pressure.
MLR:
Very good. Do you understand why?
SR:
The probes, I guess.
MLR:
'Electrodes,' but yes. The term 'probe' is usually reserved for measurement specialization. Crudely speaking, the electrodes do enable a degree of control beyond physical, but the reality is, of course, more complicated than I can delve into here.
SR:
So do we control …
(laughing)
MLR:
We don't have mind control, Samira.
If only…. No, we merely have the means to deaden electronic activity in a myriad of places, and to inject it, as needed. Spatial control is crude, as we are limited by the number of electrodes, but temporal control, and amplitude, is very much in our hands.
SR:
But we have the ability to suppress fear.
MLR:
Yes. It was the first challenge I have had to overcome. It will also be the last.
SR:
This is… really spectacular. It will change everything.
MLR:
Come, I can explain more later, for now I think it best for you to take this foundation and build on it by observing.
SR:
What's next?
MLR:
Now, we relinquish some control, and we observe. Then, we add some stimulus, and observe. This part has all been preprogrammed, we need not even be present.
SR:
And what will the patient see? What will she feel?
MLR:
The first question is easy. The nurse will strap on goggles and headphones. The patient will see and hear whatever we program her to see and hear. She will feel many things, she will feel things that she has never felt, some emotional states that no one has ever felt. A1, A2, B3, and there are more, AA1, F4, X8, we simply have no idea what these components are, but nonetheless it is important that we induce them, and observe the patterns and cycles that emerge.
Samira, I want you to stay a while and observe. Read the data and see what you can make of it. Take notes. When you are tired, go home and rest. We have the most important work ahead of us.
Feedback desired? Bring it!
>> Dr. Mary L. Ruth, Head of Research of the W. P. Crawford Institute of the Mind, Manhattan Psychiatric Center
>> and
>> Dr. Samira Rodriguez, Resident Physician.
>> Dated: March 22, 2026
SR:
Is the patient, well, is she aware?
MLR:
Is this your first surgery?
SR:
My second.
MLR:
And who was the first with?
SR:
Dr. Roseheart.
MLR:
I see, and what was the result of your first surgery with Peter?
SR:
The patient survived, no complications, but the treatment was ultimately unsuccessful.
MLR:
Unsuccessful in what way? Be specific.
SR:
The patient reported symptoms were unchanged, and ultimately, she took her own life.
MLR:
And how did that make you feel?
SR:
Frustrated, I guess?
MLR:
Is that really all?
SR:
I… uh..
MLR:
Take your time.
(sniffling)
MLR:
Any half decent doctor with a real understanding of what we're dealing with here would cry as well.
(Sniffling gradually subsides)
Good. In fact, it gives me hope you will understand my methods.
SR:
What do you mean?
MLR:
You asked if the patient was aware. The answer is no, but she will be aware very soon. I know this is all very unusual, so I want to be careful that you understand. Here, hand me the drill.
SR:
… Understand what exactly?
MLR:
That every aspect of this procedure is absolutely critical to success. Every second of this procedure was determined by hudreds… no, maybe thousands of hours of operating time, on many patients, most of whom did not survive and probably died in agony. Died silently.
(Whirring sound continues on and off. Drilling lasts for 48 minutes)
Bring the electrodes. We'll be placing those ones in the right and left prefrontal membrane, also lower hippocampus. Those there are for the occipital and the temporal. This big one will be for the hindbrain, near the stem. I'll do that one now.
SR:
There are a lot of them.
MLR:
Yes, notice there is an insertion point for each. Make sure all of them are used. Place them in the manner I showed you yesterday, do you remember?
SR:
Yes.
MLR:
Good, but anyway, here, watch how I do it for the first few. It doesn't need to be perfect, but the closer we get, the faster it will be, for her.
(Recording is silent for the next 74 minutes)
SR:
Doctor, I don't quite understand, I thought electroshock therapy was generally considered obsolete. Am I misremembering?
MLR:
Electroshock is obsolete, you are right. I'd go so far to say it was not medicine at all, but perhaps even pure superstition. It's analogous to application of leeches to remove tainted blood.
SR:
So are we applying all of this for the purpose of … measurement?
MLR:
Measurements, yes, at first, but later, the treatment as well.
SR:
Monitoring the treatment, then?
MLR:
Let's get there in time. I want you first to understand the measurement, then you may understand the treatment, for all its faults.
See now, the signal is picking up. The patient is awakening. What do you make of what's on the computer screen?
SR:
Well, there's a heart monitor, blood oxygen, blood pressure, but I don't understand these others. Fear, relief happiness, pain, could that mean… ?
MLR:
Yes, we do monitor these components.
SR:
And what is A1, A2, B3, and so on?
MLR:
Unclassified components. Here, let me show you some other views. You can access them on the screen on this tab at the top. This one will surprise you, I think.
SR:
What is that? It's noisy, but it looks almost like the ceiling of this room.
MLR:
Observe the patient has awoken. Her eyes are open.
SR:
That's … really astounding.
MLR:
Yes, we can piece together neutral activity in the occipital lobe, and correlate it with activity detected in the optical nerve, building a mapping between sight and perception. It is unprecedented.
Now look. She is still mostly sedated but the chemical sedative has worn off, can you assess why?
SR:
Her eyes are not dilated, but her gaze is unfocused. She does not react to my hand.
MLR:
Correct.
SR:
I'm sorry, I don't get it. I've never seen a patient in this state before.
MLR:
The shunt in the back, here, is acting as a sort of control barrier. By default, it is turned down quite low, for our safety and hers, of course. That may explain the lack of physical reaction.
SR:
I see no signs of emotional distress, in heart rate or blood pressure.
MLR:
Very good. Do you understand why?
SR:
The probes, I guess.
MLR:
'Electrodes,' but yes. The term 'probe' is usually reserved for measurement specialization. Crudely speaking, the electrodes do enable a degree of control beyond physical, but the reality is, of course, more complicated than I can delve into here.
SR:
So do we control …
(laughing)
MLR:
We don't have mind control, Samira.
If only…. No, we merely have the means to deaden electronic activity in a myriad of places, and to inject it, as needed. Spatial control is crude, as we are limited by the number of electrodes, but temporal control, and amplitude, is very much in our hands.
SR:
But we have the ability to suppress fear.
MLR:
Yes. It was the first challenge I have had to overcome. It will also be the last.
SR:
This is… really spectacular. It will change everything.
MLR:
Come, I can explain more later, for now I think it best for you to take this foundation and build on it by observing.
SR:
What's next?
MLR:
Now, we relinquish some control, and we observe. Then, we add some stimulus, and observe. This part has all been preprogrammed, we need not even be present.
SR:
And what will the patient see? What will she feel?
MLR:
The first question is easy. The nurse will strap on goggles and headphones. The patient will see and hear whatever we program her to see and hear. She will feel many things, she will feel things that she has never felt, some emotional states that no one has ever felt. A1, A2, B3, and there are more, AA1, F4, X8, we simply have no idea what these components are, but nonetheless it is important that we induce them, and observe the patterns and cycles that emerge.
Samira, I want you to stay a while and observe. Read the data and see what you can make of it. Take notes. When you are tired, go home and rest. We have the most important work ahead of us.
Feedback desired? Bring it!
Welcome to the natural philosophy of the weather. By now, you should have a firm grasp of the principles of verisimilitude, but you will find yourself challenged here, because the secrets of the weather are constantly being discovered and lost. It is simple, though difficult in practice, to tune a metal sword or to coax a fire to life; both require forceful expulsions of the halliburton class of syllables. Metal is present and we can communicate with it. Weather, on the other hand, is diffuse and local. A storm will brew over the ocean hundreds and thousands of leagues away. Often, the best way to control weather is to find someone that it loves, which has led to (wrong!) stereotypes such as finding a gloomy man to water parched fields. We know even less about how the weather decides who it loves. Here we will describe a few techniques that work a little more often than not, namely the staged and layered symphony, fault line choreography, and volcanic inducement.
Vote for who you would like to be among the winners in the survey above before April 16!
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