¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦
08:01 GMT, Sunday 6th July 2008.
This life is an artificial construct designed to "road test" various designs of life.
Flaws are exposed.
The best design will ultimately be exposed.
At the "end of time"... the end of this construct's running period...
The people of good design will be reincarnated.
Not actually those people, because right now, we're all artificial... we're just simulations.
God will step into the chosen body.
Hmm, there you go. A bit freaky. Not surprising when you consider I spent my entire day yesterday, writing. I popped outside in the mid-afternoon to grab some supplies and fount it a distinctly surreal experience. My brain is in some point in the future, in a snowboarding resort in New Zealand... but my body is walking through the east edges of Bristol.
Reality slip.
I banged out 3,000 words yesterday. I'm pleased.
The sky is lead grey through the canopy above me, the view smudged by trails of rainwater sluicing down the glass pane. I love it.
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