thirty body problems[XHF R1/1]
Apr 15, 2023 14:46:56 GMT -5
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Post by Random🎲McConalogue on Apr 15, 2023 14:46:56 GMT -5
Sterile lights and dark wood mark out a laboratory of some kind. Old, maybe preserved, maybe just a really good set, it's slightly too gloomy to see. At least the lights are a full spectrum in here, even if they are dim.
Random sits cross-legged on the middle bench, eyes shut, swaying to something she's humming that we can't hear. You can track her movement by the white dice hair clip swaying like a soft pendulum.
The bench on the side has a large cardboard box on it, behind the kettle. Just by a test tube rack with boiling water, sugar and various milks, all neatly dymo labelled.
More boxes on the floor, and a cat poking her head out from beneath Random's bench. There's one on the stool off to the side.
Wait. The soft sound of cardboard on tiles.
There's a ginger tom cat claiming the empty stool space, while the box settles. It says THIS WAY UP, inverted.
The dice girl stays absorbed in herself as a patchy, curious cat noses at the recreation of Young's Double-slit experiment, before getting comfy near the light emitter and letting her fur look slightly minty cyan.
Random's still slowly swaying, not humming, as the boxes settle and around a dozen cats meander, taking her time and picking her moment for the perfect first words
Random: ...there's an art to building suspense. This isnae it by the way.
She calmly shrugs. The ginger cat hops off the stool and wanders out of view behind the bench
Random: This is just what emerges from happenstance once in a while, when the right butterflies go hard full Busby Berkeley. There's always that uncertainty with new things, but am I that new any more?
She closes her eyes and tilts her head. A box on the floor tips over onto its side and the flaps dramatically burst open.
Then nothing.
Random: Newgirl's made a bit of a model start. Those wins are pretty certain, and the record I have is all measurable and objective. Just a case of scaling it up more. And as long as it's measured precisely enough, scaling's a doddle. You can float between scales. Jump from nuclear fission up past the size of poison molecules and outside the box, and just maybe you've got the start of solving something really big, like a battle royale!
A small, black cat pokes its head out from the tipped box, looks around, then wanders back inside. Random slowly tilts her head, softening and slowing her voice
Random: Especially this one. The X*Crown's a lot of marbles to put up. And I'm there. Biggest and shiniest end. Just got to handle a 30 body problem, it's not that hard
She laughs softly
Random: When you adjust the scale and spot the pattern, the trees of interaction between the ass and the whoop just seem to dissolve and brew and everything makes sense...
The kettle casually clicks off
Random: ...a battle royale is exactly my cup of tea. It's just brownian motion, except on a scale everybdy can see. Unless you're in first and take everyone out one by one and make it a sort of gauntlet thing, there's never a plan. Plans are what you say because it's the thing to say because it's a battle royale. It's a bit like playing Diplomacy, y'know...?
A fluffy tortoiseshell cat jumps up to investigate the kettle, and then the test tubes, liquid wobbling slightly. Random doesn't notice, just vibing with her words
Random: It's never been my kinda board game. Feels like it's missing something. But see plans? Plans are how you get taught to approach a battle royal. That's how you learn from being in the things and seeing everybdy talking about plans. It's all part of the fun of the lottery vibe really...
A playful shrug, and a little side glance to the tortie nosing at each of the glass tubes. He reverses and turns, looking lost
Random: All there are, are just intervals and numbers and it's all the same for everybody with a ticket. People looking up high, over the top. Everyone in a battle royale works shoulders and up. High strikes and throws. Route one wrestling. Hit up, hit high, send them over.
The ginger cat hops down and heads for the open box on the floor, padding slowly. He knows the lady's talking, but he knows he's gonna show the world how quiet and unnoticable he can be.
Once you adjust expectations for the fact he's bright orange, he's doing alright. Random gets slightly more hurried, playfully interrogating herself
Random: What use am I being the opposite? What's the function of mat skills down there when eliminations happen up there?
She tilts her head and closes her eyes, slowing down, softening her tone again
Random: There's a wee secret tae it...Naebdy actually does submission moves to win a battle royale. It's just to show off
The black cat pokes her head out to see what's going on, and notices the ginger friend. They both look up at the human on the bench and just wander into the cosy box. It's only a promo after all.
Random: 'Cos see when you fall into them and end up tapping out anyway... imagine it's a battle royale and you're stuck down in the depths. If you get free... your reward's just to lie there and recover for a second. And then, they all just hittin' you again
Double-slit cat has had enough of the whole cyan thing and wanders off, down the bench into the glint of stainless steel stationary
Random: And if you don't... how's that gonnae feel when there's no rope breaks and you're slapping the mat to make the bell sound and somebody else's music play but it just... doesn't work? How's that gonnae get you through the match? How far's your brain going to last in the really sludgey time, just before the last one or two entrants and it picks up 'cos it's the end
The cat rolls over, clawing at a ruler
Random: ...as long as you see that bit coming. I'm not just impulsive flow, I'm knowing when it works, when it doesn't, how to measure the Planck times and know when to swiiiiiitch...
She lets that word drift off, composing herself, tilting her head slowly the other way
Random: Measure and you get certainty, when you're certain you can model, and when you model you get to see exactly where all the uncertainty is.
And if you don't get that far, you won't know what. Or how. Or when the waveform just...
She finally opens her eyes
Random: ...collapses... and you're completely lost. Nowhere to go, no idea what's safe. Just another name in the pile, gone by happenstance
The tortoiseshell casually leaps to the edge of the bench and shuffles up, looking for pets. Her hand casually brushes across the top of his head as she flicks her eyes down for a second, then back to camera
Random: Maybe my timing hasn't been too perfect... yet. Sometimes you have to become the enemy to beat them, sometimes you beat them and get curious. What did they see in their silent moments? Is it worth trying? Adopting?
Maybe not... But I'm still there. Easy to miss people when they're quiet. The X*Crown's available, I've got one ticket to paradise, and you think I've disappeared? That's just your perception being weird
She gives a self-satisfied smile as the tortoiseshell changes his mind about the pets and bails off the bench entirely. She ignores it and looks back at the camera, one final time
Random: ...oh, and it means you're missing a big threat... still fancy your chances?
Random sits cross-legged on the middle bench, eyes shut, swaying to something she's humming that we can't hear. You can track her movement by the white dice hair clip swaying like a soft pendulum.
The bench on the side has a large cardboard box on it, behind the kettle. Just by a test tube rack with boiling water, sugar and various milks, all neatly dymo labelled.
More boxes on the floor, and a cat poking her head out from beneath Random's bench. There's one on the stool off to the side.
Wait. The soft sound of cardboard on tiles.
There's a ginger tom cat claiming the empty stool space, while the box settles. It says THIS WAY UP, inverted.
The dice girl stays absorbed in herself as a patchy, curious cat noses at the recreation of Young's Double-slit experiment, before getting comfy near the light emitter and letting her fur look slightly minty cyan.
Random's still slowly swaying, not humming, as the boxes settle and around a dozen cats meander, taking her time and picking her moment for the perfect first words
Random: ...there's an art to building suspense. This isnae it by the way.
She calmly shrugs. The ginger cat hops off the stool and wanders out of view behind the bench
Random: This is just what emerges from happenstance once in a while, when the right butterflies go hard full Busby Berkeley. There's always that uncertainty with new things, but am I that new any more?
She closes her eyes and tilts her head. A box on the floor tips over onto its side and the flaps dramatically burst open.
Then nothing.
Random: Newgirl's made a bit of a model start. Those wins are pretty certain, and the record I have is all measurable and objective. Just a case of scaling it up more. And as long as it's measured precisely enough, scaling's a doddle. You can float between scales. Jump from nuclear fission up past the size of poison molecules and outside the box, and just maybe you've got the start of solving something really big, like a battle royale!
A small, black cat pokes its head out from the tipped box, looks around, then wanders back inside. Random slowly tilts her head, softening and slowing her voice
Random: Especially this one. The X*Crown's a lot of marbles to put up. And I'm there. Biggest and shiniest end. Just got to handle a 30 body problem, it's not that hard
She laughs softly
Random: When you adjust the scale and spot the pattern, the trees of interaction between the ass and the whoop just seem to dissolve and brew and everything makes sense...
The kettle casually clicks off
Random: ...a battle royale is exactly my cup of tea. It's just brownian motion, except on a scale everybdy can see. Unless you're in first and take everyone out one by one and make it a sort of gauntlet thing, there's never a plan. Plans are what you say because it's the thing to say because it's a battle royale. It's a bit like playing Diplomacy, y'know...?
A fluffy tortoiseshell cat jumps up to investigate the kettle, and then the test tubes, liquid wobbling slightly. Random doesn't notice, just vibing with her words
Random: It's never been my kinda board game. Feels like it's missing something. But see plans? Plans are how you get taught to approach a battle royal. That's how you learn from being in the things and seeing everybdy talking about plans. It's all part of the fun of the lottery vibe really...
A playful shrug, and a little side glance to the tortie nosing at each of the glass tubes. He reverses and turns, looking lost
Random: All there are, are just intervals and numbers and it's all the same for everybody with a ticket. People looking up high, over the top. Everyone in a battle royale works shoulders and up. High strikes and throws. Route one wrestling. Hit up, hit high, send them over.
The ginger cat hops down and heads for the open box on the floor, padding slowly. He knows the lady's talking, but he knows he's gonna show the world how quiet and unnoticable he can be.
Once you adjust expectations for the fact he's bright orange, he's doing alright. Random gets slightly more hurried, playfully interrogating herself
Random: What use am I being the opposite? What's the function of mat skills down there when eliminations happen up there?
She tilts her head and closes her eyes, slowing down, softening her tone again
Random: There's a wee secret tae it...Naebdy actually does submission moves to win a battle royale. It's just to show off
The black cat pokes her head out to see what's going on, and notices the ginger friend. They both look up at the human on the bench and just wander into the cosy box. It's only a promo after all.
Random: 'Cos see when you fall into them and end up tapping out anyway... imagine it's a battle royale and you're stuck down in the depths. If you get free... your reward's just to lie there and recover for a second. And then, they all just hittin' you again
Double-slit cat has had enough of the whole cyan thing and wanders off, down the bench into the glint of stainless steel stationary
Random: And if you don't... how's that gonnae feel when there's no rope breaks and you're slapping the mat to make the bell sound and somebody else's music play but it just... doesn't work? How's that gonnae get you through the match? How far's your brain going to last in the really sludgey time, just before the last one or two entrants and it picks up 'cos it's the end
The cat rolls over, clawing at a ruler
Random: ...as long as you see that bit coming. I'm not just impulsive flow, I'm knowing when it works, when it doesn't, how to measure the Planck times and know when to swiiiiiitch...
She lets that word drift off, composing herself, tilting her head slowly the other way
Random: Measure and you get certainty, when you're certain you can model, and when you model you get to see exactly where all the uncertainty is.
And if you don't get that far, you won't know what. Or how. Or when the waveform just...
She finally opens her eyes
Random: ...collapses... and you're completely lost. Nowhere to go, no idea what's safe. Just another name in the pile, gone by happenstance
The tortoiseshell casually leaps to the edge of the bench and shuffles up, looking for pets. Her hand casually brushes across the top of his head as she flicks her eyes down for a second, then back to camera
Random: Maybe my timing hasn't been too perfect... yet. Sometimes you have to become the enemy to beat them, sometimes you beat them and get curious. What did they see in their silent moments? Is it worth trying? Adopting?
Maybe not... But I'm still there. Easy to miss people when they're quiet. The X*Crown's available, I've got one ticket to paradise, and you think I've disappeared? That's just your perception being weird
She gives a self-satisfied smile as the tortoiseshell changes his mind about the pets and bails off the bench entirely. She ignores it and looks back at the camera, one final time
Random: ...oh, and it means you're missing a big threat... still fancy your chances?