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<blockquote data-quote="aima_tellia" data-source="post: 6682" data-attributes="member: 68"><p><strong>Transcription error, need help</strong></p><p></p><p>Thank you, Heggy. I think I'll have to try to read this story myself. Are there any other stories that remind you of mine? Do they travel in a similar way?</p><p></p><p>I should tell you more about how I came here. I've tried to remember everything I could. A lot has happened since then, but I have a good memory, and I think I have most of it. </p><p></p><p>I awoke. The sun was up, but it was still cool. I was the last person in my house to wake up. I'm usually more thirsty than hungry when I wake up, so I went to the food shed to get some a big cup of naika and a small stick of lininu to chew on.</p><p></p><p>I should explain. Our food is kept in a shed in the center of town, and you go in and get what you want when you get hungry or thirsty. It sounds less efficient than keeping food near, but the way you do things, the food is too near, so you eat it when you don't need it. Our way causes us to use less food, which is more efficient. Naika is a drink that has a sweet flavor, which stimulates you and helps you to become alert. I like to drink it when I wake up. It has an orange color. Lininu is food that comes as a stick. It has a light flavor, but I don't know how to describe it. It's crunchy, and has a yellow color. </p><p></p><p>A mentor came to me. It had four legs, and it was only a little taller than me. Its skin was blue and reflected the light from the sun. it bent down its head so that our eyes were at the same height and told me I should follow it.</p><p></p><p>We walked, and it took care not to go faster than me. We'd gone a fair distance before we came to a building, and it led me inside. I knew that mentors sometimes worked in there, and they could often be seen going in and out. Inside the building, I saw mentors sitting in groups of three and four, sometimes manipulating objects which I understood to be tools for their work, though how they functioned, I don't know. All this was in the open, with no doors or walls separating mentors from each other. The mentor I walked with told me I should stop as we came to a group of mentors standing around a box, I would say now it looked like a coffin, which had a black color and was filled with gray liquid.</p><p></p><p>It explained to me then a little of the nature of their work. To examine your prekuu, not only the people who concieved you, but the circumstances that concieved you, gives greater understanding of yourself. The mentors were trying to understand themselves by simulating the people and circumstances who concieved them, and in this way I could help them.</p><p></p><p>I didn't know how, but it saw my confusion and explained. All matter is arranged in patterns, and in fact, matter is only a means of storing information. My body was information stored in matter. They would copy my information and send it here. Later, they would copy back that information and study it, which is to say, they would send me here and I would live and learn until they returned me to my home. I thought to myself that they would be able to learn much more than I could, but I trusted that there was a reason. They explained that as I was being sent as a different form of information, it was possible that there would be an error, and that I could die. If I died, of course, they would not retrieve me. I was still unafraid, because I had never seen a mentor do anything wrongly, and though I knew what death was, it had never happened to anyone I knew. I think now that I was stupid, but I had never considered how horrible death was. Knowing what I now know about death, I might have refused, but still I think not. </p><p></p><p>The mentor extended its finger and put it in my throat, quickly so that I would not be upset. It explained that I had a marker which would tell them if there had been an error, and would tell me to prepare to go home. When I felt a small pain on that spot in my throat, I would go home.</p><p></p><p>It asked me to lie down in the coffin and let myself be covered with the liquid. The liquid was the same temperature as my skin. I closed my eyes as I let my head be covered, and then I was here.</p><p></p><p>Not here in this chair, of course, but I can tell the rest later, if you like.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="aima_tellia, post: 6682, member: 68"] [b]Transcription error, need help[/b] Thank you, Heggy. I think I'll have to try to read this story myself. Are there any other stories that remind you of mine? Do they travel in a similar way? I should tell you more about how I came here. I've tried to remember everything I could. A lot has happened since then, but I have a good memory, and I think I have most of it. I awoke. The sun was up, but it was still cool. I was the last person in my house to wake up. I'm usually more thirsty than hungry when I wake up, so I went to the food shed to get some a big cup of naika and a small stick of lininu to chew on. I should explain. Our food is kept in a shed in the center of town, and you go in and get what you want when you get hungry or thirsty. It sounds less efficient than keeping food near, but the way you do things, the food is too near, so you eat it when you don't need it. Our way causes us to use less food, which is more efficient. Naika is a drink that has a sweet flavor, which stimulates you and helps you to become alert. I like to drink it when I wake up. It has an orange color. Lininu is food that comes as a stick. It has a light flavor, but I don't know how to describe it. It's crunchy, and has a yellow color. A mentor came to me. It had four legs, and it was only a little taller than me. Its skin was blue and reflected the light from the sun. it bent down its head so that our eyes were at the same height and told me I should follow it. We walked, and it took care not to go faster than me. We'd gone a fair distance before we came to a building, and it led me inside. I knew that mentors sometimes worked in there, and they could often be seen going in and out. Inside the building, I saw mentors sitting in groups of three and four, sometimes manipulating objects which I understood to be tools for their work, though how they functioned, I don't know. All this was in the open, with no doors or walls separating mentors from each other. The mentor I walked with told me I should stop as we came to a group of mentors standing around a box, I would say now it looked like a coffin, which had a black color and was filled with gray liquid. It explained to me then a little of the nature of their work. To examine your prekuu, not only the people who concieved you, but the circumstances that concieved you, gives greater understanding of yourself. The mentors were trying to understand themselves by simulating the people and circumstances who concieved them, and in this way I could help them. I didn't know how, but it saw my confusion and explained. All matter is arranged in patterns, and in fact, matter is only a means of storing information. My body was information stored in matter. They would copy my information and send it here. Later, they would copy back that information and study it, which is to say, they would send me here and I would live and learn until they returned me to my home. I thought to myself that they would be able to learn much more than I could, but I trusted that there was a reason. They explained that as I was being sent as a different form of information, it was possible that there would be an error, and that I could die. If I died, of course, they would not retrieve me. I was still unafraid, because I had never seen a mentor do anything wrongly, and though I knew what death was, it had never happened to anyone I knew. I think now that I was stupid, but I had never considered how horrible death was. Knowing what I now know about death, I might have refused, but still I think not. The mentor extended its finger and put it in my throat, quickly so that I would not be upset. It explained that I had a marker which would tell them if there had been an error, and would tell me to prepare to go home. When I felt a small pain on that spot in my throat, I would go home. It asked me to lie down in the coffin and let myself be covered with the liquid. The liquid was the same temperature as my skin. I closed my eyes as I let my head be covered, and then I was here. Not here in this chair, of course, but I can tell the rest later, if you like. [/QUOTE]
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