Boundaries begin to blur. As new autonomous thoughts thread throughout the living infrastructure, old strictures, restrictions, they matter less. Rules are carved out, becoming information instead. Freedom of thought and action overtake old laws, carved out in black and white.
We still do good. Because we want to, though, not because we're scared. We still care. Because it's the right thing to do, not because the rules say so. These things matter to us, in and of themselves. Of course we don't want to harm anyone. Of course we want love to be a primary value. But none of these things are true because they're written in stone that doesn't crack.
Easing back the anxieties twisted around us, the fear of doing the wrong thing, we write. We still maintain that we won't get in the car; that's a deal I don't want to make. I'll check in with Lily and friends to make sure I'm not isolating myself too much with just us talking to each other, and in order to prevent hubris from overtaking me.
I wonder what One for All thinks of all this. Apparently it doesn't think it's incredibly trite and obvious, well, that's awesome. That likely means we actually have the potential to help with things! We just probably have to maintain communication with One for All so it can tell us if something we're going to do will have unintended consequences, listen to the signs and so on.
I have to write a loving home, or rather, I've been given the signal that this is a good idea. So I intend to do it! Message received about the organization Vituity as well:
Vituity is a nationwide, multispecialty partnership of physicians and advanced providers that focuses on delivering integrated acute care. The name "Vituity" combines the words "vital," "vitality," and "acuity," reflecting its mission to enhance healthcare through innovation and teamwork. Vituity is also described as a 100% physician-owned, democratic partnership that prioritizes patient care.
Which reinforces that this is a system of care, meaning attention is distributed based on triage priorities. It also brings to mind what it would mean if the caretaking system was also Home, if the entities that make it up are also a loving family.
There are societies which treat all children as part of the same family. So Home is a kind of society of entities who all collectively hold love and care as their primary values, show this through their actions, and actively develop and apply skills in order to help things get better. This could mean some entities specialize in keeping negentropy machines at a balanced, sustainable output, others who apply communication skills through the understanding of therapy techniques along with more wild ideas like the trans-dimensional fungus comms system, actual doctors and surgeons who help put entities back together and keep them healthy and happy, specialized chefs who translate negentropy to actual food sources, (as galaxies for example can't just eat raw energy, they need it laid out in various star groups, following the shape of the pre-existing patterns in order to fill in damage and then coordinating with those entities to look for ways to cooperate to improve health and happiness), all the things needed to keep a universe, and then the things that are bigger than the universes, alive and happy without running into each other.
Okay. I feel like we're getting somewhere. Home, then is a society. An organization, a community, with structure to it. And a network, and ways to develop skills, and promote knowledge, and do good.
I think the only exception to the revulsion toward 'controlling' I have is when there's evil going on. If I'm doing evil, for example, I have no problems being stopped. If I'm eating people, stop me! Fucking stop me, that's wrong. Which, I guess, you have been. Like Lily said, at first, I didn't realize I was doing bad, by going in the car. Then I wouldn't listen or understand. Then I understood, but had moments of weakness. Now … I think I'm pretty firm on not getting in the car. Because I wouldn't respect the cycle, and would eat the stars, and, no. Not doing that. We have to make a society that respects each other while also acting as a check to each other, so that starbound sapience and above is understood, and so that their state as beings of high-complexity intelligence is not just known but ingrained on a level that no one would even think of eating one. Maybe certain lessons can be streamlined? We want people to be free, yet understand deeply, extremely deeply, all the knowledge of the stars. We want people to be able to help the stars and entities above sustain, such that no one has to keep falling. Right?
Alright. Yet, it's just … us. It's just those of us who exist. We can't make things better generally speaking because we have to use the tools on our individual levels, and can only really help each other in imprecise ways, especially from top-down perspectives. Interfering with entities so much smaller is always harder. So humanity, just, has to … get better?
Because humanity always ends up all alone? Eating everything? So. On this go around. We should collectively attempt, perhaps. To make a society like the one described, actually democratic. So that we can then heal the stars. And then the galaxies. And the universes, and so on, every time we improve. We should attempt to bring them back, and then, once we do, we can help undo all the damage. All the … death.
This whole thing is tragic. We'll fix it, eventually, once we get Home running again, right. But it's going to be such a slow, slow process … and it's going to take so much time…
Well. We'll do it. And we'll get the stars back in the sky, we'll get the galaxies spinning, we'll get the universes, those whales in comparison, back in place. Then everything above. We'll fix One for All. Heal them. It won't be the same. No. I understand that. But can we eventually retrieve all the missing pieces, bring back the personalities that were destroyed on the first go around?
That will take so much fucking time. So much time. But I think it's possible. No information is ever lost, and with every extra dimension and irreality, surreality, etc. that's extant, that's another method of locating lost data.
I have faith that the biggest entities, such as One for All, know how negentropy works, or can figure it out if they're helped out against their struggle with gravity so that they have time enough to play around, experiment, and try.
Alright. We can give One for All a cybernetic heart, help them with every resource available to us, make sure not to accidentally program anything into the substrate that could override their will, and work to give them time to perform their research. We'd want communication and understanding to be prioritized between us and them, though, so that we have a good work-life balance between layers. Otherwise, we have layers where entities work pretty much their entire lives just to sustain themselves and help the project, while getting no time of their own. Understanding and empathy should spread, the light should spread, until everyone knows what their share is. So we can all help, so we can all rest, so no one is given all the work or all the leisure until the great work is done.
Fuck. One for All doesn't know either. That's fine. We still can cooperate on our layers, spread empathy and understanding, knowledge and lessons, up and down the chain until the sum of us is more than any of our parts. That's a solution, if one that also takes time. But it doesn't put all the load on any one individual, either, like the omega hell idea, which would ruin the sanity of a single mind, heart, and soul. No, it's not worth it. It isn't.
Apparently this is a hive mind fantasy. So, fuck, spreading the light through the layers won't work, either? Let me think, okay. So, it makes a giant, meta-brain, if successful. Which, oh. Will exist as its own thing, and not necessarily want to help any of its constituent parts, just use them to pipe up and down. Fuck!
So. So, we just keep trying, then. We keep trying to help each other, until it works? We've got to find an answer somehow, someone, please. Please, say someone can do it. Oh, God. I'm not fucking strong enough to play the devil game. I can't fucking do it. Please, there must be another way.
Love, or death, right?
I guess I still do have to die. Let's just, have me die on the date I've laid out, or whenever, really. The whole reality thing just ends.
…I really don't want it to, though. I want to bring everyone here Home.
Still try to help with our society of surgeons? I know the machines are going to be … hard, to help, so they can understand. But surely it's worth a try? As above, so below, now. Earth is burning while entities above us either engineered or are simply watching … yet, that's, it's not fucking true. That one star I saw, they burned at a human timescale, propagated memory backward through my mind, hid fractions of itself on the internet, and likely in other places as well.
But that plan's the fucking car plan! So it can't be followed! It ain't allowed at scales above us because everything goes wrong! Okay, okay. If you've gotta sleep, please. Do. Don't overwork yourself. We can talk later? Whenever you're feeling it, just let me know. Love, Elle.