[Hmm. Sebastian hasn’t really elaborated anything at all about the place he came from, has he? Or what he actually is, Demeisen notices. That’s fine, though; it’s not of critical importance right now, not when the question of this reality and this world looms much more saliently in the midst of their conversation.]
I don’t suppose you’d have those, no.
[Obviously a civilization that’s only just starting to figure out electricity won’t have anything like the sort of scenario he’s thinking of. They probably haven’t even invented computers yet, much less figured out how to integrate a mind with one.]
Sim: simulation. A reality housed inside a computer, run using its processing power. [There’s a very real chance his companion still isn’t understanding him, but there’s a limit to how much Demeisen is willing to dumb things down, even when he’s trying to be accommodating. Idly, he waves a hand again at the bar around them.] It’s what I thought all this might be. Sprouting up at the base of a giant tree like a fucking mushroom, after seeing everything in my observable vicinity get annihilated. Thought someone might’ve transferred my mind-state here—maybe even just copied it. Not that any of that should be possible without my knowing, but thus the memory mods.
[He taps one temple with his free hand.]
Mind-state is just data. All you have to do is edit it when you bring someone into the sim, turn off the memories you don’t want, add ones you do. Sort of thing helps immersion, done voluntarily, but it’s not hard to do without someone’s say-so, if you’re of an unscrupulous persuasion. Trivially easy, actually.
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I don’t suppose you’d have those, no.
[Obviously a civilization that’s only just starting to figure out electricity won’t have anything like the sort of scenario he’s thinking of. They probably haven’t even invented computers yet, much less figured out how to integrate a mind with one.]
Sim: simulation. A reality housed inside a computer, run using its processing power. [There’s a very real chance his companion still isn’t understanding him, but there’s a limit to how much Demeisen is willing to dumb things down, even when he’s trying to be accommodating. Idly, he waves a hand again at the bar around them.] It’s what I thought all this might be. Sprouting up at the base of a giant tree like a fucking mushroom, after seeing everything in my observable vicinity get annihilated. Thought someone might’ve transferred my mind-state here—maybe even just copied it. Not that any of that should be possible without my knowing, but thus the memory mods.
[He taps one temple with his free hand.]
Mind-state is just data. All you have to do is edit it when you bring someone into the sim, turn off the memories you don’t want, add ones you do. Sort of thing helps immersion, done voluntarily, but it’s not hard to do without someone’s say-so, if you’re of an unscrupulous persuasion. Trivially easy, actually.