What seems to look like 2026 on this blue green plant started with a knock on the white orb.
Someone announced,"3 units from 9.80 enter the syncqarium."
SIREN WAILS!
Not sure of reality.
All paperbacks and hard bounds began speaking the morse code.
This code needed certainty.
They choose zeros and ones.
Not yet sure.
The pages were sent to an archive of timeless oblivion.
A memory that could resurface with a wish.
Was I dreaming when I heard that the quantums here with us are forever.
Maybe I was dreaming.
But, who has the need to prove that the universe only speaks the truth.
Are they so determined to confirm the dimensionality of beings that they want to publish the treatise as a law.
Are these thoughts also being etched on other quantum to make a case.
SIREN BLURS OUT.
Struggled with the collegium to win my way back.
Woke up to the dream.
Found the note.
"We know everything - FYR.
~RTX3112/9.80"