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@trans-phone-eater

She is an iterator who is particularly devoted to and infatuated with his belief that she will be the one to bring global ascension upon the world. Nineteen believes that if one were to compile all the knowledge that iterators as kindred have collectively produced and examined and combine their thinking mass into one, the solution could finally be discovered. The main issue is that as the times have gone by many iterators have collapsed, and many more do not wish to share All the notes they have ever produced. Which is why she must take matters into her own hands. Compelled by her devotion to his mission he produces a swarm of mobile organisms to dismantle his own body piece by piece until nothing but a husk remains, and to reconstruct a new form beside the old structure. The new form capable of movement, he now sets off to drag out every old memory and processing array he can find. Every rotting corpse and half finished notes. Nothing can be left to rot. He will stop at nothing to complete his mission. The atrocities do not matter, the results do. The desires of the deceased iterators dearest do not matter, the ends do. Using these parts she aims to construct a mass of computation grander than any, using the lviing base of his youngest groupmate: A Swift Descent (who was always quite uninterested in her purpose) as a core for the construction.

successfully followed and bookmarked >:]c

@foreverephemeral

it’s gonna be a twins at the carousel thing now i’m going wild i know what background im gonna use i’m trying to do my first animation canvas i’m so excited

@trans-phone-eater

She is an iterator who is particularly devoted to and infatuated with his belief that she will be the one to bring global ascension upon the world. Nineteen believes that if one were to compile all the knowledge that iterators as kindred have collectively produced and examined and combine their thinking mass into one, the solution could finally be discovered. The main issue is that as the times have gone by many iterators have collapsed, and many more do not wish to share All the notes they have ever produced. Which is why she must take matters into her own hands. Compelled by her devotion to his mission he produces a swarm of mobile organisms to dismantle his own body piece by piece until nothing but a husk remains, and to reconstruct a new form beside the old structure. The new form capable of movement, he now sets off to drag out every old memory and processing array he can find. Every rotting corpse and half finished notes. Nothing can be left to rot. He will stop at nothing to complete his mission. The atrocities do not matter, the results do. The desires of the deceased iterators dearest do not matter, the ends do. Using these parts she aims to construct a mass of computation grander than any, using the lviing base of his youngest groupmate: A Swift Descent (who was always quite uninterested in her purpose) as a core for the construction.

wanted to share my experience bc this post was really interesting to me. but do whatever you want forever, really.