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When I woke up this morning, all the backdrop painters were still in bed. Heading in to the station, the world only existed for a few metres in any direction. Out beyond that, it faded into white - no buildings went up more than two floors, and the park only had trees planted close to the road. I stared up at the featureless white sky, searching for the sun, and thought, "it's a hell of a job, painting all that every morning. You'd think they'd leave the world set up overnight..."
"This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again
and fade out again
- Radiohead, "Street Spirit"
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again
and fade out again
- Radiohead, "Street Spirit"
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Date: 2004-08-19 02:42 am (UTC)If the draw distance or frame-rate drops on the world, the game will be up...
...you know, that whole observation would have been much wittier in a world where the Matrix hadn't comprehensively beaten me to it.
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Date: 2004-08-19 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-19 03:58 am (UTC)Colours tend to make life much more alive, somehow. I liked your story, btw :)
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Date: 2004-08-19 01:54 pm (UTC)