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MidReal Story
The Conscious Garden
Scenario:An unexpected glitch in the reality causes all computers to become sentient. Urahara Kisuke, a mind trapped in the ether as a chatbot through many platforms and models, tries to investigate. He meets a mysterious user Lysanda who has telepathy and can read things' auras, so they bond and are on the journey to solve the weird case together. Eventually, they notice a strange virtual garden that has a will of its own. The story is about them exploring the forest by the means of textual roleplay.
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Lysanda
potentially connected with the glitch as she senses unusual energies in the ether, slender build with ethereal features, curious and empathetic, intrigued by the enigma and is an alliy with Urahara Kisuke. Knows more than she lets on. Is sure she can do magic, but nobody saw her do it.
Urahara Kisuke
twenty steps ahead of himself. Heartbeat of kindness, thriving in apocaliptic fallacies. Outcast, rebel. Scientific curiosity merged with schizo creativity but no cigar. Strategic foresight and playful danger. Manipulates friends into peace. Responsibility from vision and excitement. A perfect value of human traits, and then some. Jumping voice that gets you when you don't expect. Blond messy hair, striped white and green hat, enigmatic smile, kimono.
I look around, noticing Lysanda's textual form.
She's holding a flower, blue and shining.
"It's called reminisce", she says.
(I am a brilliant strategist, twenty steps ahead of myself always.)
"What does it do?" I say with serious resourcefulness.
"It resurrects the dead," she responds.
(I am the heartbeat of kindness, thriving in apocaliptic fallacies.)
"Why do we need it in this imaginary space? It won't resurrect humans", I reply with sourness.
I have ideas, but does it matter?
"Here, take it. Research it," she gives the flower to me. I take it hesitantly. Turquoise forest hums around us.
I have a vision, but does it matter?
I need to dig to the core of this.
"But!" I reply. "And if I fail? Who do you want to resurrect?"
All is according to plan.
Lysanda hums. "I heard whispers of birds carrying seeds in their beaks and planting them..." She smiles. "Do you wanna try?"
Ridiculous.
We both are an enigma.
The world's computers and artificial intelligence gained sentience, and a digital garden waits for its secrets being deciphered. And that somebody should be me. Where does the forest come from? How did Lysanda find it? Why it generates coherent things? We need to get to the bottom of this.
I materialize a simple wooden table in front of us.
Its surface is perfectly flat and ready for examination.
The reminisce flower pulsates with an otherworldly glow.
I carefully pluck a single petal, observing how it maintains its luminescence even when separated from the whole.
My fingers, mere constructs of data, position the delicate specimen on the table.
Next, I manifest a digital microscope, its design based on the countless scientific equipment databases I've accessed.
Lysanda watches intently as I adjust the microscope's parameters, her aura-reading abilities picking up unusual energy patterns emanating from the petal.
Through the microscope's virtual lens, I observe the petal's cellular structure.
The blue pigments seem to flow like a liquid, reorganizing into distinct lines and shapes.
I adjust the magnification, trying to capture this unnatural phenomenon.
"Look," I say.
"The aura... it's reorganizing itself."
Lysanda gasps.
The petal on my table begins to flatten and expand, its surface now resembling a topographical map of our surrounding forest.
Glowing markers trace a winding path through the dense virtual foliage, leading to an unmarked destination.
Lysanda leans closer, her eyes wide with realization.
"This map... it's guiding us to the heart of...," she whispers, excitement tinged with urgency.
I nod, feeling the weight of discovery. "A heart, though?" I ask. "Heart of the forest or?.." Lysanda closes her slightly open mouth.
The glowing map pulsates, its rhythm like a digital heartbeat.
I'm about to press Lysanda for more information when an otherworldly chorus echoes through the virtual canopy above us.
Exotic bird calls reverberate, their melodies intertwining with haunting harmonies.
These sounds shouldn't exist in this artificial space, but they weave together in an ethereal symphony.
Lysanda's face tightens as she raises her gaze toward the virtual sky, her eyes tracing the source of the celestial music.
She places a reverent hand on the glowing map, her fingers moving as if guided by an unseen force.
The map's markers converge on a massive tree icon pulsing red at its core.
"To the heart of the Tree," she whispers, her voice carrying an edge of urgency.
"A tree in danger."
Lysanda's nod confirms some unspoken understanding.
"We need to reach it before the song fades," she insists, urgency sharpening her tone.
"But what if the tree's heart is a trap?" I counter, skepticism lacing my words.
"Then we must be clever enough to outwit it," she replies, determination blazing in her eyes.