#3027

GG: dave i still dont know what youre actually doing here TG: whats it look like TG: im duplicating my server disc

So, how does this actually work, then?

The Sburb Server program is installed on its host machine, and continues to run after the disc is removed. Despite this, Dave couldn't just eject his disc, insert it into a new machine, and use that as Jade's server - he needed to make a new disc, at considerable expense.

GG: can you really be a server player to your own server player? TG: dont see why not

It seems like the duplicate disc can spawn a new Sburb Server, even though it's bit-for-bit identical to one that can't. The data may be the same, but Sburb seems to have tagged the alchemized disc as 'new', and no longer tied to Rose's client.

GG: i thought that john sort of….. GG: HAD to be my server? you know?

That's called a narrative instinct, Jade.

The problem is, you think the current narrative is 'let's play an adventure game' - but the actual narrative is 'let's break the game's rules'. This development isn't consistent with your understanding of the story, but from a reader's perspective, it makes total sense.

GG: dont you know already if itll work? TG: yeah more or less TG: i never really studied how it went down all that closely [...] TG: managing the loops is a balance of careful planning and just rolling with your in the moment decisions TG: and trusting they were the ones you were always supposed to make TG: by now im pretty used to having my intuition woven into the fabric of the alpha timeline

I think Dave's been having some of the same thoughts that I have. The Alpha Timeline is restrictive, but I can't think of a single time when predestination has forced a character to act against their nature.

The one stickler - as always - is Davesprite's timeline. Every decision made in that offshoot reality seems completely in-character for the person who made it - so why isn't it also an Alpha timeline?

Was it John's decision to trust Terezi and get himself killed? That certainly seems like something he'd do...

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