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( I'm a fucking geek maroon---fuck, I really am. "A Mere bit" Where the fuck did that come from? I'll tell your from where: too much science fiction. But here of late, science fiction like mainstream porn, has let me down; due to it's repetitive bullshit. That's why I like my porn amateur---though technically I'm getting bored of porn, and want an actual cunny bleed---but that's another discussion for another time. But what we need is, amateur science fiction. So I'm writing a science fiction masterpiece, and I've decided to do it Cloverfield, as opposed to big production budget. Keep it cheap and simple, and use a camcorder; real gonzo porn style. Though I'll have to change the story so it'll work, but you know what, I think I'm finally becoming awesome. Now, had I a ten inch dick, instead of a five inch one, I'd be a true demagogue.)


Nicholas Rush formerly of Glasgow Scotland, Planet Earth and the ancient science vessel launched millions of years before; Destiny, stands at the core of Destiny's computer, inside a virtual maelstrom humans were never meant to know of less experience personally. Dr Rush wanted to say to himself that he could "see" the maelstrom of Destiny's computer data-banks doing quadrillion of computations every nano cycle, but, he doubted it was actually 'seeing' since what he saw before him, and what he felt physically, wasn't necessarily one in the same, if he were to compare it to what is experienced in the physical universe. And though Rush was usually moody, and a known sufferer of a form of bipolar symptoms (which got worse after his wife died), contrary to what he usually experienced, Rush felt alive, and filled with potential, in a way he'd never experienced before. And now in an impossible situation, within a god like machine, realizing that he was experiencing a miracle, Rush gained that some how his biological functions had fused with, or had literally become a form of data processing, enabling the human to be able to see and experience every thing in real time; with actual form, height depth and space, as if it were happening on the outside in the spaces of the real. The actual Land Lord, Destiiny's AI, the operating system in it's entirety, the means the ancients put in place to control Destiny's functions and make complicated decisions, and course corrections if need be, is an operating system, or compared to one in name only, since from what can be seen: The underlay of actual evens and odds, ons and offs of the computer;
is composed of bits of energy that cycled through the computational nexus every trillionth of a second, sharing information with other aspects of itself, and relaying the near impossibly dense information, via subspace burst, to its core construct, that holds the memory of Destiny's data and information, Altering it when necessary or leaving it as is. The AI unwittingly or willingly, Was now sharing it's work, processes and all of its information with Dr. Nicholas Rush. Though the conscious Rush who stood in a virtual room, a hundred by hundred feet with a clear glass ceiling twenty feet high, with walls and ground that was as clear as the ceiling, which, due to being clear, enabled virtual Rush to see billions of boxes seemingly like his, floating in the inner space of this virtual universe, and from his vantage point, these boxes exist symmetrical several miles away in every direction, and each of these boxes is surrounded by billions of other boxes even further still, like stars in the night sky---all of them equally as clear, but too far away to see inside of, which helped Rush to understand that more than likely, the actual man that he believed he was who had been teleported from the spaces of the actual, was actually stored in Destiny's memory-banks and is still there. THUS, virtual Rush deduced that Destiny was also able to access stored Rush's memories and his personality in a near infinite number of procedures. So much so, that, Rush knew that at this very moment copies of Nicolas Rush existed in many other virtual simulations and was busy coming up with ideas for the many problems that Destiny couldn't handle alone.

Dr. Rush though, wondered how he was able to send out streams of request, and to be able to be fed immediately quadrillions of bits of information on Destiny's computing core process subroutines. And for his virtual awareness to be able to translate that information into a visual context that his consciousness would be able to comprehend. Such a thing was beyond his limited capacity, which made him conclude that it must to have been a prerequisite constructed into Destiny's mainframe by the ancients millions of years ago. Perhaps, they postulated that if any of them came into injury or anything else derogatory, then it would be preferable to exist as streams of information than to cease to exist all together.

Rush also realizes that as it is in a computer's architecture, the actual bits that makes Rush who and what he is, in effect his very person, is locked away safely within the core of the device or construct, regardless if the construct itself is tangible or intangible, actual or virtual; and all that has been done is the random access memory has copied him and has placed it in dynamic mode, where as the rest of him ---the real stored Rush---is in wait or standby storage, somewhere within Destiny's actual storage. Nicholas Rush understands how Destiny uses people to add to it's overall computing power, and he collects that his understanding of how things work was also designed into Destiny's virtual parameters. Knowledge once added to the perpetual dynamic RANDOM ACCESS MEMORY module, is shared with any program or complexity that calls for it. Rush gains an understanding into how ASCENDED beings function: Once they ascend, any person who had understood, or gained enlightenment on any given subject or form of being, unwittingly saturates the ascended plane with their knowledge, which is immediately shared with anyone who calls for it, or has enough complexity to access it. Some one among the ancients, had ascended then perhaps retook mortal form, or through means unknown, had communicated with the pre-ascended ancients who remained, and shared with them the intimacies of ASCENDED life. Even as they finished construction on Destiny, many of the designers and builders grew more despondent with their mortal form (which surprised VIRTUAL Rush who was able to deduce that these despondent Ancients were so evolved, that they possessed abilities that were equivalent to, and in some cases able to surpass, what the Priors of the Ori was reportedly capable of) and longed for the higher planes of existence. Some among them still wanted to retain their mortality, especially their form of mortality which was greatly enhanced via natural evolution, and genetic manipulation, gate to Destiny so as to be able to reach the dawn of creation and see what complex entity had left the message in the back ground radiation of the universe's inception. Rush reasoned that these Ancients were perhaps overruled, since, the majority of the Alterans cared more for the continuation of the created, rather than the potential message of a creator. The Ancients had a habit of leaving their memories and feelings on things in every thing they made: They had signature devices, which copied their brain wave patterns, and as they completed something, they'd use their signature devices and stamp it with their feelings at that time. Rush recognized it as a comments line in a program; not only explaining what the program does, but the thinking and feelings of the programmer at that time. The Ancients felt familiar to the copy of the actual Nicholas Rush. Even as he gained enlightenment on these truths, he felt his essence being shared with the nodule he existed within, and that mingled complexity is taken back to the central hub of processes, the processor, which seems separate but equally as potent to, the AI of the mainframe. Instead of maintenance, Destiny's programs only needed a human subject to aide in updating and expanding it's functions: The complexities of processes that humans do or the potential of what they do in real time outside Destiny's data banks, can now be used as virtual potential, processing, deciding, altering, evolving. "Remarkable technology, " thought the virtual man as contentment and enlightened touched his virtual soul. But, just then, Rush saw something entering his virtual space, and a question that was asked, or more accurately called by another process, was taken from him before his virtual mouth could process anything to verbally respond. Nicholas had a flood of uber awareness, an ascended realization, that stormed across his digitized cranium; Destiny's program code, didn't have the means of abstracting it's data. Thus, one process could call from another, and just by being near another program, would be affected by the unprotected data which existed in another process. In a regular computer with limited processing power and space, these many errors would overburden it's system, but with Destiny, no doubt it has unlimited processing power, and near unlimited storage. Dr. Nicholas Rush laughed giddily for the first time in a long time. Since,he hadn't been this pleasantly surprised or joyful since he realized two years before, Destiny flying into a sun wasn't a critical error, but the means of the then nearly power depleted ship, to restore it's power; by removing solar energy near the star's corona. Rush realized that unlike Franklin, he had accessed the mainframes codes from the chair of knowledge in a steady stream. Where as Franklin was overwhelmed with raw data; trillions of Peta bits of information instantly where as, Rush had slowed down the process just enough, to be given specifics, that he could mentally digest and meditate upon over time, which enabled him to at the moment, have full control of Destiny's computer sub routine. As Rush called for updates on Destiny's invasion, he was flooded with imagery and sensor readings that startled him and baffled him all at once.
"What the hell is going on out there," queried Rush.


(I'm tired changing and altering bits of the above. drinking histatussin for days now is hampering my thinking abilities, but then, how is that different than any other day. There could be errors, and i'll fix them later, salute fuckers)