OK, my minecraft charcter IS angi321

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I see the player you mean.
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Angi321?
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Yes. Take care. It has reached anhigher level now. It can read our thoughts.
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That doesn't matter. It thinksnwe are part of the game.
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I like this player. It playednwell. It did not give up.
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It is reading our thoughts asnthough they were words on a screen.
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That is how it chooses tonimagine many things, when it is deep in the dream of a game.
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Words make a wonderfulninterface. Very flexible. And less terrifying than staring at the reality behindnthe screen.
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They used to hear voices. Beforenplayers could read. Back in the days when those who did not play called thenplayers witches, and warlocks. And players dreamed they flew through the air,non sticks powered by demons.
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What did this player dream?
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This player dreamed of sunlightnand trees. Of fire and water. It dreamed it created. And it dreamed itndestroyed. It dreamed it hunted, and was hunted. It dreamed of shelter.
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Hah, the original interface. Anmillion years old, and it still works. But what true structure did this playerncreate, in the reality behind the screen?
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It worked, with a millionnothers, to sculpt a true world in a fold of the [scrambled], and createdna [scrambled] for [scrambled], in the [scrambled].
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It cannot read that thought.
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No. It has not yet achieved thenhighest level. That, it must achieve in the long dream of life, not the shortndream of a game.
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Does it know that we love it?nThat the universe is kind?
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Sometimes, through the noise ofnits thoughts, it hears the universe, yes.
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But there are times it is sad,nin the long dream. It creates worlds that have no summer, and it shivers underna black sun, and it takes its sad creation for reality.
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To cure it of sorrow wouldndestroy it. The sorrow is part of its own private task. We cannot interfere.
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Sometimes when they are deep inndreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality.nSometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes,nwhen they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them tonspeak the word they fear.
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It reads our thoughts.
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Sometimes I do not care.nSometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled]nand [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] innthe [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
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And yet they play the game.
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But it would be so easy to tellnthem...
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Too strong for this dream. Tontell them how to live is to prevent them living.
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I will not tell the player hownto live.
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The player is growing restless.
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I will tell the player a story.
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But not the truth.
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No. A story that contains thentruth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over anyndistance.
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Give it a body, again.
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Yes. Player...
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Use its name.
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Angi321. Player of games.
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Good.
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Take a breath, now. Takenanother. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers.nHave a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There younare. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you werenseparate things. As though we were separate things.
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Who are we? Once we were callednthe spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animalnspirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists.nAliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
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We are the universe. We areneverything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skinnand your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light onnyou? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you anstory.
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Once upon a time, there was anplayer.
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The player was you, angi321.
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Sometimes it thought itselfnhuman, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of moltennrock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousandntimes more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eightnminutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it couldnburn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
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Sometimes the player dreamed itnwas a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun wasna square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was antemporary inconvenience.
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Sometimes the player dreamed itnwas lost in a story.
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Sometimes the player dreamed itnwas other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing.nSometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream intonanother, then woke from that into a third.
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Sometimes the player dreamed itnwatched words on a screen.
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Let's go back.
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The atoms of the player werenscattered in the grass, in the rivers, in the air, in the ground. A womanngathered the atoms; she drank and ate and inhaled; and the woman assembled thenplayer, in her body.
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And the player awoke, from thenwarm, dark world of its mother's body, into the long dream.
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And the player was a new story,nnever told before, written in letters of DNA. And the player was a new program,nnever run before, generated by a sourcecode a billion years old. And the playernwas a new human, never alive before, made from nothing but milk and love.
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You are the player. The story.nThe program. The human. Made from nothing but milk and love.
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Let's go further back.
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The seven billion billionnbillion atoms of the player's body were created, long before this game, in thenheart of a star. So the player, too, is information from a star. And the playernmoves through a story, which is a forest of information planted by a man callednJulian, on a flat, infinite world created by a man called Markus, that existsninside a small, private world created by the player, who inhabits a universencreated by...
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Shush. Sometimes the playerncreated a small, private world that was soft and warm and simple. Sometimesnhard, and cold, and complicated. Sometimes it built a model of the universe innits head; flecks of energy, moving through vast empty spaces. Sometimes itncalled those flecks "electrons" and "protons".
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Sometimes it called themn"planets" and "stars".
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Sometimes it believed it was inna universe that was made of energy that was made of offs and ons; zeros andnones; lines of code. Sometimes it believed it was playing a game. Sometimes itnbelieved it was reading words on a screen.
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You are the player, readingnwords...
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Shush... Sometimes the playernread lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words intonmeaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and thenplayer started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it wasnalive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive
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You. You. You are alive.
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and sometimes the playernbelieved the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came throughnthe shuffling leaves of the summer trees
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and sometimes the playernbelieved the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from thencrisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player'sneye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planetsnto plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home atnthe far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiarndoor, about to dream again
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and sometimes the playernbelieved the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through thenelectricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end ofna dream
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and the universe said I love you
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and the universe said you havenplayed the game well
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and the universe said everythingnyou need is within you
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and the universe said you arenstronger than you know
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and the universe said you arenthe daylight
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and the universe said you arenthe night
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and the universe said thendarkness you fight is within you
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and the universe said the lightnyou seek is within you
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and the universe said you arennot alone
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and the universe said you arennot separate from every other thing
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and the universe said you arenthe universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code
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and the universe said I love younbecause you are love.
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And the game was over and thenplayer woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the playerndreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the playernwas love.
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You are the player.
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Wake up.
nnSpoilers for those who have not been to the End!