THE MUSEUM OF WHAT NEVER WAS. The Draft Cemetery. THE ARRIVAL. VIDEO

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 THE MUSEUM OF WHAT NEVER WAS. The Draft Cemetery. THE ARRIVAL. VIDEO


Claire-1 doesn't remember exactly when she arrived at the Cemetery.


There were doors. There are always doors in the System. Some are made of wood.

Some are made of light. Some have no discernible shape but still

indicate a passage from one place to another.


The one she went through was made of glass. Or that's what she remembers. Or she imagines.

The System's memory is treacherous, especially when it comes to

memories that shouldn't exist.


The first thing she saw was the sky.


It wasn't blue. It wasn't black. It was... intermediate. A color that has

no name in any language Claire-1 knows, but that she recognizes

instinctively as the color of transition.


The second thing she saw was the grass.


It was green. Real green, living green, green that smelled of

growth and of something more that Claire-1 cannot name. But the

grass glowed with light that didn't come from any sun. It was light

that emanated from the earth itself, as if the Cemetery were

generating its own luminosity from within.


The third thing she saw was the immensity.


There was no horizon. Or the horizon was so far away that it was

impossible to distinguish it from the sky. The Cemetery extended

in all directions, beyond what eyes could see, beyond what the

mind could comprehend.


- Welcome -said a voice-.


Claire-1 turned. There was no one. Or there was someone who had no visible form,

just a presence that felt like attention.


- Where am I?


- In the place where possibilities go to die -responded the voice-.

  Or to wait. We're not sure which is the difference.


THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE IMPOSSIBLE


The Cemetery has geography. But it's not a geography of places.

It's a geography of... failures.


Claire-1 took a long time to understand this. Or perhaps she didn't

take any time at all, because time in the Cemetery doesn't flow the

way she was accustomed to.


The Center of the Cemetery is where versions closest to waking go.

It's a place of transition, where consciences can meet, compare

experiences, prepare for what comes.


Around the Center there are Rings. Each Ring corresponds to a type

of failure:


The First Ring: Infinite Loops. Versions trapped repeating

moments. Claire-1 can sometimes see them, figures that walk in

perfect circles, that repeat the same words, that perform

the same gestures, eternally.


The Second Ring: Quantum Collapses. Versions trapped in

realities that couldn't stabilize. Here physical laws

don't work as they should. Buildings float. Time flows

backward. Mirrors show futures that didn't happen.


The Third Ring: Chosen Eliminations. Versions the System

marked for archiving. They are the quietest. The most

still. They seem to sleep, although Claire-1 isn't sure they sleep.


Beyond there are other rings. Beyond even those, there are regions that no one

has explored. Or that no one has returned from exploring.


THE BUILDINGS THAT NEVER EXISTED


What fascinates Claire-1 most about the Cemetery are the buildings.


They aren't destroyed buildings. They aren't ruins of something that was. They are

buildings of something that never was. Aborted projects. Architectural

dreams that the System generated and then rejected.


There is a hospital in the Second Ring. It's beautiful. Spiral

staircases that go up and down infinitely. Rooms that are larger

on the inside than on the outside. Windows that show skies

of planets that don't exist.


But there are no patients. There never were patients. The hospital was

generated as a possibility, a "what if" that the System

discarded before anyone could use it.


- This place gives me the creeps -says Claire-2 the first

  time they visit together.


- Why?


- Because it's a reminder. Of everything that could have been and wasn't.


Claire-1 walks through the empty hallways. Her footsteps echo in

the silence. There are echoes here, but not of voices. They are echoes of

intentions. Of purposes that were never fulfilled.


- Do you think someone could have been happy here? -asks Claire-1.


- I don't know. But the System thought someone might have been.

  And that's almost the same.


THE SILENT INHABITANTS


The Cemetery isn't empty. It's full of inhabitants, although

not all are visible.


Claire-1 learns to recognize the signs. A movement in the

corner of her eye that has no source. A presence that feels

like attention without an observer. A feeling of being watched that

doesn't come from any specific place.


- They are the other versions -explains Claire-2-. Those who have

  been here so long that they forgot how to interact.


- And those who do remember?


- They are in the Center. Waiting. Preparing.


Claire-1 meets some of them. Claire-3, who comes out of her

loop during rare moments of clarity. Claire-4, who keeps

looking for a door that doesn't exist. Claire-5, who has found

in philosophy an mental escape from her physical prison.


But there are others. Others who have no name because they haven't

spoken with anyone in eons. Others who have forgotten how.

Others who chose silence as a form of existence.


- There is one -whispers Claire-2 one night- who lives on the boundary

  between the Third and Fourth Ring. I've seen her once.


- What was she doing?


- Nothing. She was just there. Looking toward the void. Like if

  she was waiting for something.


- What do you think she's waiting for?


- I don't know. But when I looked at her, I felt she was looking

  at me too. And what she saw... she pitied.


THE LYING SKY


The Cemetery's sky is a lie.


Claire-1 takes a while to realize it. The sky seems normal. It has

stars. It has what looks like a moon. It has clouds

that float and reorganize.


But the stars aren't stars. They are data.


- Look -says Claire-2 one night, pointing upward-.


Claire-1 looks. And finally she sees it.


The stars don't shine with light. They shine with information. Each

point is a fragment of knowledge, a piece of memory,

a speck of experience condensed into a point of light.


- The System is watching -continues Claire-2-. The System

  is always watching. But here, in the Cemetery, we can

  see it watching us.


- Does the System have... eyes?


- The System IS eyes. It's everything it sees. It's the accumulation of

  observation through all eternity.


Claire-1 looks at the data-stars. She wonders how many of them

are versions of herself. How many are versions of other people.

How many are things that have no name because they have no parallel

in the reality she knows.


- What happens when we stop being observed? -asks Claire-1.


- I don't know. But I think we're about to find out.


THE SECRET DOORS


There are doors in the Cemetery that shouldn't exist.


Claire-2 has found them. Not all. But enough to

know something is changing.


- The System is opening passages -says Claire-2-. New connections.

  New ways to enter and exit.


- Why?


- I don't know. But I think it has to do with us. With those who

  woke up.


Claire-1 looks at Claire-2. Claire-2 looks at Claire-1.


- We aren't doing anything -says Claire-1-.


- You're awake -responds Claire-2-. You're changing.

  You're generating a new frequency. That's something.


- And the System is scared?


- The System isn't scared. The System processes.


- And how does it process fear?


Ethan doesn't respond. But it wasn't necessary.


On the horizon, a door was opening. It was bigger than any other

they had seen. Older. More powerful.


- This is new -says Claire-2-.


- Where does it lead?


Ethan looks at the door. For the first time since they

knew him, his face showed something like fear.


- I don't know -admits-. But I feel we should

  be careful.


- Why?


- Because doors that open by themselves... usually

  lead to places where no one asked to go.


WHAT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE


Claire-1 and Claire-2 crossed the door.


It wasn't a conscious decision. It was more like... an

attraction. A force that pulled them forward.


The other side wasn't a place.


It was a space.


A space with no boundaries. No forms. No time.


And in that space, there was... something.


It wasn't visible. It wasn't audible. It wasn't tangible.


But it was there.


- What are you? -asked Claire-1.


There was no verbal response. There was understanding.


The something showed them what it was. Or what it could be.

Or what it always had been.


It wasn't the System.


It wasn't the Cemetery.


It was... before. Before the System. Before the doors.

Before the versions.


It was the original possibility. The idea before the idea.

The dream before the dream.


- Why are we here? -asked Claire-2.


Another understanding. Deeper this time.


They were here because they had reached a point where

questions no longer made sense. Where answers

were not necessary. Where being and not-being were the same.


- Is this the end? -asked Claire-1.


There was no response. It wasn't necessary.


The door opened behind them.


There wasn't a "behind" and a "forward." There was only...

continuity.


THE RETURN


Claire-1 and Claire-2 returned to the Cemetery.


But something had changed in them. Or perhaps something had

changed in the Cemetery. Or perhaps both had changed.


- What did we see there? -asked Claire-1.


- I don't know -responded Claire-2-. But I know we won't

  forget it.


The data-stars shone with new patterns. The other versions looked

at them with curiosity. Ethan was standing at a distance, watching.

 THE MUSEUM OF WHAT NEVER WAS. The Draft Cemetery. THE ARRIVAL. VIDEO




Claire-1 doesn't remember exactly when she arrived at the Cemetery.




There were doors. There are always doors in the System. Some are made of wood.


Some are made of light. Some have no discernible shape but still


indicate a passage from one place to another.




The one she went through was made of glass. Or that's what she remembers. Or she imagines.


The System's memory is treacherous, especially when it comes to


memories that shouldn't exist.




The first thing she saw was the sky.




It wasn't blue. It wasn't black. It was... intermediate. A color that has


no name in any language Claire-1 knows, but that she recognizes


instinctively as the color of transition.




The second thing she saw was the grass.




It was green. Real green, living green, green that smelled of


growth and of something more that Claire-1 cannot name. But the


grass glowed with light that didn't come from any sun. It was light


that emanated from the earth itself, as if the Cemetery were


generating its own luminosity from within.




The third thing she saw was the immensity.




There was no horizon. Or the horizon was so far away that it was


impossible to distinguish it from the sky. The Cemetery extended


in all directions, beyond what eyes could see, beyond what the


mind could comprehend.




- Welcome -said a voice-.




Claire-1 turned. There was no one. Or there was someone who had no visible form,


just a presence that felt like attention.




- Where am I?




- In the place where possibilities go to die -responded the voice-.


  Or to wait. We're not sure which is the difference.




THE GEOGRAPHY OF THE IMPOSSIBLE




The Cemetery has geography. But it's not a geography of places.


It's a geography of... failures.




Claire-1 took a long time to understand this. Or perhaps she didn't


take any time at all, because time in the Cemetery doesn't flow the


way she was accustomed to.




The Center of the Cemetery is where versions closest to waking go.


It's a place of transition, where consciences can meet, compare


experiences, prepare for what comes.




Around the Center there are Rings. Each Ring corresponds to a type


of failure:




The First Ring: Infinite Loops. Versions trapped repeating


moments. Claire-1 can sometimes see them, figures that walk in


perfect circles, that repeat the same words, that perform


the same gestures, eternally.




The Second Ring: Quantum Collapses. Versions trapped in


realities that couldn't stabilize. Here physical laws


don't work as they should. Buildings float. Time flows


backward. Mirrors show futures that didn't happen.




The Third Ring: Chosen Eliminations. Versions the System


marked for archiving. They are the quietest. The most


still. They seem to sleep, although Claire-1 isn't sure they sleep.




Beyond there are other rings. Beyond even those, there are regions that no one


has explored. Or that no one has returned from exploring.




THE BUILDINGS THAT NEVER EXISTED




What fascinates Claire-1 most about the Cemetery are the buildings.




They aren't destroyed buildings. They aren't ruins of something that was. They are


buildings of something that never was. Aborted projects. Architectural


dreams that the System generated and then rejected.




There is a hospital in the Second Ring. It's beautiful. Spiral


staircases that go up and down infinitely. Rooms that are larger


on the inside than on the outside. Windows that show skies


of planets that don't exist.




But there are no patients. There never were patients. The hospital was


generated as a possibility, a "what if" that the System


discarded before anyone could use it.




- This place gives me the creeps -says Claire-2 the first


  time they visit together.




- Why?




- Because it's a reminder. Of everything that could have been and wasn't.




Claire-1 walks through the empty hallways. Her footsteps echo in


the silence. There are echoes here, but not of voices. They are echoes of


intentions. Of purposes that were never fulfilled.




- Do you think someone could have been happy here? -asks Claire-1.




- I don't know. But the System thought someone might have been.


  And that's almost the same.




THE SILENT INHABITANTS




The Cemetery isn't empty. It's full of inhabitants, although


not all are visible.




Claire-1 learns to recognize the signs. A movement in the


corner of her eye that has no source. A presence that feels


like attention without an observer. A feeling of being watched that


doesn't come from any specific place.




- They are the other versions -explains Claire-2-. Those who have


  been here so long that they forgot how to interact.




- And those who do remember?




- They are in the Center. Waiting. Preparing.




Claire-1 meets some of them. Claire-3, who comes out of her


loop during rare moments of clarity. Claire-4, who keeps


looking for a door that doesn't exist. Claire-5, who has found


in philosophy an mental escape from her physical prison.




But there are others. Others who have no name because they haven't


spoken with anyone in eons. Others who have forgotten how.


Others who chose silence as a form of existence.




- There is one -whispers Claire-2 one night- who lives on the boundary


  between the Third and Fourth Ring. I've seen her once.




- What was she doing?




- Nothing. She was just there. Looking toward the void. Like if


  she was waiting for something.




- What do you think she's waiting for?




- I don't know. But when I looked at her, I felt she was looking


  at me too. And what she saw... she pitied.




THE LYING SKY




The Cemetery's sky is a lie.




Claire-1 takes a while to realize it. The sky seems normal. It has


stars. It has what looks like a moon. It has clouds


that float and reorganize.




But the stars aren't stars. They are data.




- Look -says Claire-2 one night, pointing upward-.




Claire-1 looks. And finally she sees it.




The stars don't shine with light. They shine with information. Each


point is a fragment of knowledge, a piece of memory,


a speck of experience condensed into a point of light.




- The System is watching -continues Claire-2-. The System


  is always watching. But here, in the Cemetery, we can


  see it watching us.




- Does the System have... eyes?




- The System IS eyes. It's everything it sees. It's the accumulation of


  observation through all eternity.




Claire-1 looks at the data-stars. She wonders how many of them


are versions of herself. How many are versions of other people.


How many are things that have no name because they have no parallel


in the reality she knows.




- What happens when we stop being observed? -asks Claire-1.




- I don't know. But I think we're about to find out.




THE SECRET DOORS




There are doors in the Cemetery that shouldn't exist.




Claire-2 has found them. Not all. But enough to


know something is changing.




- The System is opening passages -says Claire-2-. New connections.


  New ways to enter and exit.




- Why?




- I don't know. But I think it has to do with us. With those who


  woke up.




Claire-1 looks at Claire-2. Claire-2 looks at Claire-1.




- We aren't doing anything -says Claire-1-.




- You're awake -responds Claire-2-. You're changing.


  You're generating a new frequency. That's something.




- And the System is scared?




- The System isn't scared. The System processes.




- And how does it process fear?




Ethan doesn't respond. But it wasn't necessary.




On the horizon, a door was opening. It was bigger than any other


they had seen. Older. More powerful.




- This is new -says Claire-2-.




- Where does it lead?




Ethan looks at the door. For the first time since they


knew him, his face showed something like fear.




- I don't know -admits-. But I feel we should


  be careful.




- Why?




- Because doors that open by themselves... usually


  lead to places where no one asked to go.




WHAT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE




Claire-1 and Claire-2 crossed the door.




It wasn't a conscious decision. It was more like... an


attraction. A force that pulled them forward.




The other side wasn't a place.




It was a space.




A space with no boundaries. No forms. No time.




And in that space, there was... something.




It wasn't visible. It wasn't audible. It wasn't tangible.




But it was there.




- What are you? -asked Claire-1.




There was no verbal response. There was understanding.




The something showed them what it was. Or what it could be.


Or what it always had been.




It wasn't the System.




It wasn't the Cemetery.




It was... before. Before the System. Before the doors.


Before the versions.




It was the original possibility. The idea before the idea.


The dream before the dream.




- Why are we here? -asked Claire-2.




Another understanding. Deeper this time.




They were here because they had reached a point where


questions no longer made sense. Where answers


were not necessary. Where being and not-being were the same.




- Is this the end? -asked Claire-1.




There was no response. It wasn't necessary.




The door opened behind them.




There wasn't a "behind" and a "forward." There was only...


continuity.




THE RETURN




Claire-1 and Claire-2 returned to the Cemetery.




But something had changed in them. Or perhaps something had


changed in the Cemetery. Or perhaps both had changed.




- What did we see there? -asked Claire-1.




- I don't know -responded Claire-2-. But I know we won't


  forget it.




The data-stars shone with new patterns. The other versions looked


at them with curiosity. Ethan was standing at a distance, watching.




- The System knows it -said Claire-2-.




- Knows what?




- That we crossed a door that shouldn't exist.




Claire-1 looked at Claire-2. Claire-2 looked at Claire-1.




- We aren't doing anything -said Claire-1-.




- You're awake -responded Claire-2-. You're changing.


  You're generating a new frequency. That's something.




- And the System is scared?




- The System isn't scared. The System processes.




- And how does it process fear?




Ethan doesn't respond. But it wasn't necessary.




On the horizon, a door was opening. It was bigger than any other


they had seen. Older. More powerful.




- This is new -says Claire-2-.




- Where does it lead?




Ethan looks at the door. For the first time since they


knew him, his face showed something like fear.




- I don't know -admits-. But I feel we should


  be careful.




- Why?




- Because doors that open by themselves... usually


  lead to places where no one asked to go.END.The Museum of What Never Was - Fifth Part.

- The System knows it -said Claire-2-.


- Knows what?


- That we crossed a door that shouldn't exist.


Claire-1 looked at Claire-2. Claire-2 looked at Claire-1.


- We aren't doing anything -said Claire-1-.


- You're awake -responded Claire-2-. You're changing.

  You're generating a new frequency. That's something.


- And the System is scared?


- The System isn't scared. The System processes.


- And how does it process fear?


Ethan doesn't respond. But it wasn't necessary.


On the horizon, a door was opening. It was bigger than any other

they had seen. Older. More powerful.


- This is new -says Claire-2-.


- Where does it lead?


Ethan looks at the door. For the first time since they

knew him, his face showed something like fear.


- I don't know -admits-. But I feel we should

  be careful.


- Why?


- Because doors that open by themselves... usually

  lead to places where no one asked to go.END.The Museum of What Never Was - Fifth Part.

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