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* Posted the message on the cards "I Stole the Cube Help Me Combed Thunderclap." | * Posted the message on the cards "I Stole the Cube Help Me Combed Thunderclap." | ||
* Combed Thunderclap is a title of one of the books named in the short story Library of Babel written by Borges. | |||
* He or she communicates with us at a directory on the Academy website - [http://perplexcityacademy.com/libraryofbabel/ library of babel] which has flash chapters telling his or her story. | * He or she communicates with us at a directory on the Academy website - [http://perplexcityacademy.com/libraryofbabel/ library of babel] which has flash chapters telling his or her story. | ||
* He or she is extremely knowledgable about the Earth. | |||
* He or she buried the Cube on Earth. | * He or she buried the Cube on Earth. | ||
* Even though the message on the cards says "I stole the Cube", Combed Thunderclap now says the Cube stole him. | |||
* {[Kurt]] is given the job of fixing security issues with the PXC-Earth Data Link, which suggests that [[Garnet]] has found and read the messages placed by Combed Thunderclap on the Academy's site. | |||
===Text=== | |||
Transcript of waking(thanks to Mico of unfiction): | |||
‘Eye’ opens <> | |||
Waking. It was like waking into a new world | |||
from a dream of all the old. | |||
Or. No. Like opening my eyes | |||
although I knew they were already open. | |||
For a moment I thought I could see… | |||
everything. | |||
<> | |||
This is not important: I did not kill anyone. | |||
I have not killed anyone. | |||
Unless by my silence, by remaining silent too long. | |||
But I can’t. | |||
I can’t. | |||
<> | |||
I must continue in silence | |||
because what would I say, | |||
how would I convince anyone of what I tell you now? | |||
That I did not kill anyone. | |||
<> | |||
But someone did. | |||
<> | |||
There are so many possibilities, numberless scenarios | |||
and how do I know? How can I know which one is the | |||
truth? Like the books in the Library of Babel, each | |||
permutation may be the correct one, but is infinitely | |||
more likely to be deceptive. A phantom. A dream. | |||
<> | |||
I thought it was a dream. Or a beautiful simulation of a place I have | |||
seen so many times before in photographs or video. I knew it at | |||
once: the yellow cars driven along the streets, the steam rising up | |||
from the sidewalk gratings. I thought: how marvellous. How real. | |||
I stumbled and fell. I grazed my hand and the blood was real and | |||
the pain was real and I began to understand. | |||
<> | |||
I didn’t kill anyone. But someone did. And they’ll be looking for me. | |||
__________________ | |||
Where the strikethough words were written then erased, and | |||
the <> refers to the start of a blank screen | |||
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Transcript of realise: | |||
*page 1 | |||
I realise I should tell you what happened. So that you'll understand. Because | |||
I'm going to need your help. I only hope that you find this first. I know that | |||
there are others looking, that they may find what I have hidden. So, help? | |||
*page 2 | |||
This is how it was, then, I stumbled onto it. I never intended to steal | |||
anything. In fact, it was more that it stole me. I touched it and we were gone. | |||
I didn't know that could happen. I didn't know anything. But I'm starting from | |||
the wrong place again. You'll have to excuse me. It's been a long time and I | |||
haven't known who I could tell, or if I could tell anyone. | |||
*page 3 | |||
Begin at the beginning, then. I am a person, a real | |||
person, a single individual in Perplex City. I buried the | |||
Cube on Earth. And I will try to tell you how, but the hows | |||
are less apparent than the whys, and even they | |||
are obscure. Remember this: don't look for me, I know | |||
you're already trying. Because those other people? | |||
They're looking for me too. And if you find me, I don't | |||
know who will travel with you. | |||
Fellow-travellers can be dangerous: I should know. | |||
===References=== | |||
*unfiction threads: [http://forums.unfiction.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=16568 library of babel], [http://forums.unfiction.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=16636 leaves update] |
Revision as of 12:16, 11 September 2006
General
- Posted the message on the cards "I Stole the Cube Help Me Combed Thunderclap."
- Combed Thunderclap is a title of one of the books named in the short story Library of Babel written by Borges.
- He or she communicates with us at a directory on the Academy website - library of babel which has flash chapters telling his or her story.
- He or she is extremely knowledgable about the Earth.
- He or she buried the Cube on Earth.
- Even though the message on the cards says "I stole the Cube", Combed Thunderclap now says the Cube stole him.
- {[Kurt]] is given the job of fixing security issues with the PXC-Earth Data Link, which suggests that Garnet has found and read the messages placed by Combed Thunderclap on the Academy's site.
Text
Transcript of waking(thanks to Mico of unfiction):
‘Eye’ opens <>
Waking. It was like waking into a new world from a dream of all the old. Or. No. Like opening my eyes although I knew they were already open.
For a moment I thought I could see… everything.
<> This is not important: I did not kill anyone. I have not killed anyone. Unless by my silence, by remaining silent too long. But I can’t. I can’t.
<> I must continue in silence because what would I say, how would I convince anyone of what I tell you now?
That I did not kill anyone.
<>
But someone did.
<> There are so many possibilities, numberless scenarios and how do I know? How can I know which one is the truth? Like the books in the Library of Babel, each permutation may be the correct one, but is infinitely more likely to be deceptive. A phantom. A dream.
<>
I thought it was a dream. Or a beautiful simulation of a place I have seen so many times before in photographs or video. I knew it at once: the yellow cars driven along the streets, the steam rising up from the sidewalk gratings. I thought: how marvellous. How real. I stumbled and fell. I grazed my hand and the blood was real and the pain was real and I began to understand.
<> I didn’t kill anyone. But someone did. And they’ll be looking for me.
__________________
Where the strikethough words were written then erased, and the <> refers to the start of a blank screen
Transcript of realise:
- page 1
I realise I should tell you what happened. So that you'll understand. Because I'm going to need your help. I only hope that you find this first. I know that there are others looking, that they may find what I have hidden. So, help?
- page 2
This is how it was, then, I stumbled onto it. I never intended to steal anything. In fact, it was more that it stole me. I touched it and we were gone. I didn't know that could happen. I didn't know anything. But I'm starting from the wrong place again. You'll have to excuse me. It's been a long time and I haven't known who I could tell, or if I could tell anyone.
- page 3
Begin at the beginning, then. I am a person, a real person, a single individual in Perplex City. I buried the Cube on Earth. And I will try to tell you how, but the hows are less apparent than the whys, and even they are obscure. Remember this: don't look for me, I know you're already trying. Because those other people? They're looking for me too. And if you find me, I don't know who will travel with you. Fellow-travellers can be dangerous: I should know.
References
- unfiction threads: library of babel, leaves update