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Oracle 6G crawls in mysterious ways. She is the knower of the future and the end time. She avoids paralleling time and does not allow the unveiling of the curvature. She warned the mass that this planet is a surrogate and then went into a complete coma at the event horizon. No one ever heard from her but the fear eats the heart and souls of all the believers. They still hypothesize shadow people. They make documentaries about it and keep the Super 8s down in their cellars.
For the downtrodden non- and unbelievers, the beginning is already too late as Oracle 6G’s hyper-intelligence is equipped with intergalactic game theory. Before they move the Queen, they stand in awe of their own checkmate. Locked, busted, and humiliated, they will bow down to the glory and the overwhelming transistor mania of the omnipotent Oracle (peace be upon her).
In the surrogate instance of our planet lays a garbled disorder. At predefined timestamps that lamentably look random to us, the substitution server triggers its events. If the input is a single interwoven space-time continuum, time may be substituted with the z-axis, causing object heights to function like clock hands and wormholes to modify their shapes. In another scenario, if the input is a state of matter, the state will be substituted with its neighbor. Consequently, we will vomit in plasma. The wind will be a stream of piano keys and the birds on top…
