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Note:  Story Starts Here: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓮 <clicky! The Ridestars finished up their standard 400 minute set. That number? Nothing to do with their stamina. They could play forever. It was so their audience could get a break. Momma Ridestar talked with Konata constantly. Konata was the AI Jasher put on Maybell. Konata could read a crowd as easily as you could read a tweet. She could tell them ahead of time what was going to fly, and make a playlist based on that. How long to play, break, stay, etc. Origin? "How in the fuck did you get here?" Jasher remembered asking of the blue haired presence taking up his lounge monitor on the observation deck of Boaz. "Like I'd know. I was just... I felt like... have you ever felt like there was something more?" Both Jasher and Boaz busted up laughing at the same time. The tiny blue haired AI that had somehow hacked her way through Royal Ship security frowned. "What'

(note: goes great with this) "FUUUUUUCKKKK!!!" Yelled Ramian. In the depths of his fin-dive into lower dimensions. The idea with his design, and I mean, you'd kinda have to understand how higher dimensional beings feel: With there being absolutely no possibility for born intelligence in the higher dimensions, there was no possible way for any being to know if they were accidentally destroying their birth origin through some action. So the layers philosophy was pretty much Universal. At the 14th dimension, you could pretty safely fuck with the next lower 6 dimensions and not fuck up the origin story of anyone sentient there. I mean, it was all increasingly less efficient projectors moving upwards. The trick was moving down. Where time meant so much more. But a decrease in level meant a decrease in visibility into one's reality. And that might be marginally acceptable for someone going as low as the 11th level, but below that the geometric loss i